Bowling Alley Babe

Hollywood Bowl on a Tuesday night—quiet enough to actually enjoy it. I was returning my shoes when Crystal changed everything.

She was working the counter, curvy in that polo they wear, with blonde highlights and a smile that made shoe rental feel personal.

"Good game?"

"Three strikes. Personal best."

"Ooh, natural talent." She took the shoes, leaned on the counter. "Or just showing off for me?"

"Would it work if I was?"

"Maybe." She checked around—the place was dead. "Tell you what. Help me with some boxes in the back and I'll show you a different kind of striking."

The stockroom was all bowling shoes and arcade prizes. She locked the door, turned to face me.

"Been doing this job for two years. First time I've met someone worth the risk."

"Glad I made the cut."

She was on me immediately, kissing hard, all that customer service sweetness replaced with hunger. Her body was soft and warm, pressing against me everywhere.

"God, I needed this," she breathed. "Only fun I get is free games after hours."

"Let me give you something better."

Her polo came off, revealing a bra that was fighting a losing battle. I unhooked it, watched her tits spill free—heavy, natural, with pink nipples.

"Like them?"

"Want to live in them."

I buried my face there while she moaned and fumbled with my jeans. When she got her hand around me, she grinned.

"Strike indeed."

I pushed her back against a shelf of bowling shoes, dropped to my knees. Her work trousers came down, revealing a thong that was already damp.

"Don't tease—just—"

I pulled it aside, buried my tongue in her. She came fast, shaking, hand over her mouth.

"Inside—now—need it—"

I stood, pushed into her against the shelf. Boxes fell around us as we fucked.

"Harder—yes—right there—"

She came again, clenching around me. The feeling pushed me over—I came deep, holding her against me.

We stood there, surrounded by fallen shoe boxes, both grinning.

"Free games for life," she said, fixing her bra.

"That the reward?"

"That and this." She kissed me. "Same time next Tuesday?"

I walked out with her number and a reason to love bowling again.

Spare? Never heard of her.