CEX Shop Seduction

CEX always smelled the same—old electronics and broken dreams. But today it smelled like opportunity, because Paige was behind the counter.

She was the fit kind of nerdy—thick-rimmed glasses, band t-shirt under her work polo, curves hidden under oversized clothes that couldn't quite hide them. Dark hair with a streak of blue, pale skin, the kind of girl who looked cute until she talked, then she was sexy as hell.

"Selling or buying?" she asked, barely looking up.

"Selling. Got some old Switch games."

She took them, started checking conditions. "Zelda, Pokemon, Animal Crossing. Solid taste." Then she looked at me properly. "Oh. It's you."

"Do I know you?"

"Doubt it. But I've seen you at the Game Club nights at the Nag's Head. You're always with the tall guy who loses at Smash."

"That's Danny. He's shit."

She laughed—actually laughed—and pushed her glasses up. "He really is. You're better. I've watched you."

"Watched me?"

"Observing the competition." But she was blushing. "Anyway. These are worth thirty-eight quid. Want cash or store credit?"

"Cash. Unless there's a third option."

She bit her lip, glanced around the empty store. "The stockroom's got some... new arrivals that need cataloguing. If you want to help."

The stockroom was a maze of old Xboxes and PlayStation 2s. She led me to a corner hidden behind shelves of DS games.

"Been wanting to do this since I first saw you demolish that guy at Tekken," she said, pulling off her glasses. "Something about a man who's good with his hands."

"I'm good with more than my hands."

"Prove it."

I kissed her, and she melted into me—soft, eager, a little clumsy in a way that was endearing. Her body was exactly what I'd imagined—curvy under those baggy clothes, tits that filled my hands perfectly.

"Fuck," she breathed as I palmed them through her shirt. "Been so long since anyone touched me."

"Their loss."

I pulled off her polo, then her band shirt. Her bra was practical, white cotton, and somehow that was hotter than any lace. I unhooked it, took a nipple in my mouth.

"Oh God—yeah—more—"

She pushed down her work trousers, revealing thighs that were thick and soft. Her knickers were damp when I touched them.

"Please—need you—"

I knelt, pulled them aside, tasted her. She grabbed a shelf for support, knocking off a stack of old games.

"Shit—right there—don't stop—"

She came fast, shaking, hand over her mouth. Before she'd recovered, she was pulling me up.

"Inside me. Please. Been thinking about this for months."

I slid into her and she gasped—tight, wet, her legs wrapping around me. We fucked against the shelving, old games falling around us, neither of us caring.

"So good—fuck—harder—"

She came again, pulling me with her. I came deep, feeling her pulse around me.

We slid to the floor, surrounded by scattered game cases.

"Best fucking trade-in ever," she said.

"Want to continue this at mine? I've got Smash Bros."

Her eyes lit up. "Only if you let me be Player 1."

I left CEX with forty quid—she'd upped the price—and a girl who beat me at Mario Kart until 3 AM.

Worth every lost race.