Slot Machine Seduction

The seaside arcade was a dying breed—flashing lights, dated machines, and the smell of popcorn mixed with desperation. I was feeding my last fiver into a fruit machine when I hit the jackpot.

Not the machine—though that came later. I mean Kimberley.

She was the change attendant, thick in all the right places, squeezed into a polo shirt that was fighting a losing battle. Bleached hair, blue eyeshadow, the works. Pure coastal chav.

"Need more coins, babes?" she asked, jingling her change belt.

"Just hit a hundred on the fruity."

"Nice one. Jackpot's been building for weeks." She looked me up and down, smile widening. "Reckon you're on a lucky streak."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. What you doing after?"

The back office smelled like copper and stale coffee. She locked the door, turned to face me.

"Been working here three years," she said, unbuttoning her polo. "First interesting thing that's happened in months."

"Happy to be interesting."

She was on me fast, kissing hard, her body pressing against mine. Soft everywhere, warm, with tits that spilled out of a leopard print bra when I unhooked it.

"Fuck yes," she moaned as I palmed them. "Been dying for someone to touch me proper."

I buried my face there, motorboating shamelessly while she giggled and gasped. Her nipples were pink, responsive, and I took each one in my mouth until she was squirming.

"Lower—need you lower—"

I dropped to my knees, pulled down her work trousers. Her knickers were damp, and when I pushed them aside, she was dripping.

"Been wet since you walked in," she admitted.

I ate her standing, her back against the desk, coins jingling in her belt as she shook. She came fast, loud, hand clamped over her mouth.

"Inside me—need it—now—"

I bent her over the desk, pushed in. She was tight despite her size, and she moaned with every thrust.

"Harder—yeah—just like that—"

The desk rattled, sending change cascading onto the floor. Neither of us stopped. She came again, clenching around me.

"Cum in me—fill me up—"

I did, gripping her hips, feeling her pulse as I emptied inside her.

We stayed there, surrounded by scattered coins, both catching our breath.

"That jackpot was a sign," she said, fixing her bra.

"Telling me to come to the arcade?"

"Telling me my luck was about to change." She kissed me once more. "Same time tomorrow? I'm on the late shift."

I walked out with my winnings and her number. Spent the hundred on a seafront dinner with her that night.

Best investment I ever made.