Chapter author notes: Given exact heights aren't mentioned, assume her height is always at least 20cm (8in) higher than whatever your height is (nameless protagonist).
N.B. You aren't supposed to like the lady in this story. If this wasn't a work of fiction, she'd be in jail, maybe even dead because her victim(s) couldn't stand her.
The 'gaming café': a natural evolution of the Internet café. It's a place where all stripes of dorks, geeks and nerds can congregate to play video games to their 'heart's content'. Some games will always be popular with many, whereas others may only ever aspire to small and heavily devoted following, and so are only played rarely in the café.
One example of such a game is 'Road Fighter'. It's a fighting game, as the name implies. In it, the player must knockout any opposing fighters, ideally using a series of increasingly complex combos.
One young man is currently playing this game, a fact that does not go unnoticed by a lady that has just walked through the main entrance. She's toned, plump and tall, easily the tallest person in the café now. Not that one can expect much from a room full of scrawny nerds though.
Her brunette hair is tied in a ponytail and she wears a pair of pink framed designer spectacles, along with red heart-shaped earrings, which dangle elegantly from her ears. Her large chest succeeds in getting the attention of all but the most socially inept, her deep cleavage showing above the neckline of her white t-shirt. Of course, in a café with a disproportionately high number of perverts, it's easy for a lady to get noticed. One person who fails to notice her grand entrance is the young man playing 'Road Fighter'.
It's only when the lady decides to sit next to him that he finally notices her, the sweet scent of her perfume wafting into his nose. His eyes flick back and forth between the screen and her breasts. Seeing this, she reaches into her t-shirt to pretend to adjust her bra. His face turns a deep shade of red and he pauses the game to sprint off to the lavatory.
Upon his return a few minutes later, the lady bites the corner of her lip. The man decides not sit in his seat again and instead begins to pack his things together. Seeing he getting ready to leave, she decides to make her move.
"Hey there baby," she coos, "don't you want to play with me?"
He looks at her stunned, as though he has just seen a ghost. He has no idea how to react or what to say. Her presence is overwhelming and none of the other regulars have the guts to approach her.
"Um?" he mutters.
"Sorry, I couldn't hear that," she says grinning.
"Ah, well..."
She licks her lips, apparently enthralled by his unease. He continues to stare at her and she squints back at him. She gently pats the seat beside her, gesturing for him to return to his monitor.
"We're playing a game of 'Road Fighter' together, okay?" she says quietly to him.
"I've never played with a girl before, apologies."
"That's alright."
He gulps, sets down his bag and sits back down. She smiles at him, yet it does nothing to calm his nerves. Sweat drips down his face and he gets out a pocket rotary fan from within the depths of his bag.
"Awh, that's cute," she comments.
The rest of the café is silent, eager to know what happens next. Some have stopped their games whilst others are trying desperately to focus on both their screens and the evolving situation. She brushes some strands of her hair out of her vision and places a hand on his leg.
"If you win, I'll make you feel so good, baby," she whispers into his ear, pausing to give it a quick lick, "but if I win, then you've got to make me feel good. Sound good?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean, baby."
Her hand wanders across his thigh and finds his erect penis. She gives it a quick squeeze and he gasps, leaving his mouth hung open. She then leans over to give him a peck on the cheek, leaving a faint red mark just below his eye.
"So, do we have a deal, baby?"
"Oh, okay."
"Good boy."
The two of them get set up and he selects his favourite fighter. She elects for the fighter best suited to counter his choice. What he doesn't know, is she owns the 'gaming café' and has been watching him play using the in-store security cameras.
One round was all that was agreed to and she easily wins it. Still, pleasuring her can't be that bad, right? All sex is, is the male of the species inserting his penis into a female, right? Right?
All of a sudden, all of the computer monitors turn off. Perhaps it is a power cut? Although weirdly the lights are still on.
"What just happened?" one customer asks.
A member of staff comes rushing out of a backroom. She winks at the lady and then waves her hands in the air in, attempting to get the attention of all of the patrons.
"Sorry, must have been a power surge or something," she says loudly, "I'll investigate tonight. Come back later."
The man, still stunned by his loss, holds his head in his hands. In the corner of his eyes, he sees the other patrons packing up to leave and reaches down to grab his own bag. Just as he is about to, her hand squeezes his wrist.
"Where do you think you're going, baby?"
"Ah, I was just heading home!" he exclaims.
"You're not going anywhere, baby. You owe me one ass."
"Huh?"
"We had a deal. That ass is mine now."
She gives his glutes a quick squeeze and he yelps in response. The other customers have all already cleared off, having been shooed away by the member of staff, who locks the main entrance behind them, trapping him inside with his tormentor. She then promptly disappears to back into the backroom where she came from.
"M-my parents will get worried," he stammers, "I... I..."
"What parents?" she says with a smirk, "You've just come out of foster care."
