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A Drunken Mistake (ChattyChell and Libraryman) (NFSW)

His eyes locked with hers as the teen parted those cute pouty lips for him. The girl's master had to suppress a shiver of delight as he stuck his thumb inside her mouth slightly, only for Freya to lick it clean as her pretty hazel eyes locked with his own blue gaze. Her small whimper about the digit placed in her mouth did not go unnoticed either. Already, Jack was looking at her in a knowing way, his lips tugged up slightly in a soft and happy smile.

Slowly, the older man dragged his hand away. Rough fingers ran across the line of her jaw until just one lingered for a moment longer on her chin before parting ways. It was almost as if he were a drowning man losing grip of their life ring, like he desperately didn't want to part with her touch.

Then when Freya spoke her thanks, breaking the silence, it was like the spell was suddenly lifted. Jack returned to his normal poise, and began to take bites from their dessert alongside her. Though, he made sure not to eat much of the ice cream and leave the sweetest part of the treat for her.

And that's when she asked about his work. He was taken aback by that a bit, surprised dancing across his face before he managed to hide it under his normally stoic expression. That was not something he expected Freya to show any interest in. Didn't think that she'd want to learn more about him.

"It can be a long and tedious thing sometimes." Jack answered slowly after a moment of thought, still a little confused as to why she wanted to know. "Mainly the office work, which since it is my own business there can be a lot of.
"I prefer to do a lot of field work myself when I can. Using the landscaping tools at my disposal is... I want to say relaxing but I don't know if operating heavy machinery could be described like that. There's probably a better word for it..."
 
As Jack took his hand away, Freya leaned forward, following his warm. But she didn't actually seem aware of it, as if her body wanted to maintain contact for as long as possible while her mind remained hazy, the lust coursing through her system always bringing a fog over her mind. When the spell finally broke, she cleared her throat and leaned back once again, taking another bite of the delicious treat.

She listened to Jack, her interest growing as he described his work. She tilted her head, thinking for a moment. "Don't you have something like an assistant? Someone who could do majority of the paperwork so you don't have to? I mean, I know as the owner you have to do some of it yourself but that doesn't mean you can't have help doing it too."

It was the same way for the owner of her coffee shop. She knew because once they realized she had a decent head for numbers, they would ask her to help put with the shop's paperwork on the occasions when the full time assistant had called out, either due to illness or sometimes a family emergency.

"I think," she started when he tried to describe the feeling he got when he was actually doing yard work, "relaxing could be used to describe anything." She took his hand in hers for a moment, turning it over to look at his palm. "Relaxing doesn't mean inattentive. After all, you don't seem to have any scars, no missing fingers." she smirked at him from beneath her lashes at her little joke before going back to examining his skin for scars, her fingertips following her eyes. "So if you find peace, if you find your calm, while working in the field, then relaxing can be the most accurate word."

She blushed once again at her rambling, at her forwardness, once she stopped speaking and really processed what she had done. Clearing her throat softly and slowly taking her hand back, she took another bite of the disappearing treat, humming her appreciation that Jack was leaving the majority of the ice cream for her. She gave him a small smile once more and nodded her thanks around her bite of the chocolate and sugar.
 
"No assistant really. There are other office staff. Sam does some administrative work too, though an assistant might be a good move actually." Jack replied, taking a moment to ponder the thought. She did have a point. Getting one could be useful. "Thank you for that idea. I may be making a position for that soon."

Again, as Freya rambled on Jack listened attentively, cutting away at the cake as he did. She really did have some good insight. He could use that at work probably. Not that much got by her it seemed. When she stopped herself and blushed, abashed by her forwarders, Jack just stared and smiled warmly at her. It was cute really, when she lost herself. He loved it.

"Don't worry, I think it's cute how you ramble on." Jack assured her, his hand sliding across the table to slip his fingers into her own. He lifted her hand to his lips and placed a lingering kiss upon its back before releasing it. The older man was acutely aware that people had seen their public displays of affection, and that they thought that the age difference was much too strange, but he didn't care. He simply slipped some cash into the checkbook, leaving a generous tip for the waitress of course, and stood up from his chair with the cake finished. "Shall we go now? The docks await, my pet."
 
Freya felt a small stirring of pleasure, of pride, when he actually complimented her idea. That he thought it was good enough to actually create the job position that she had, somewhat inadvertently, suggested to him. She squirmed in her seat as he just stared at her for a moment after she finished rambling, his warm smile lighting up his face in a way she had not seen before tonight. Her blushed deepened not only at his opinion of when she rambled, but when he laced their fingers and kissed the back of her hand. Tingles raced up her arm as his warm mouth lingered on her skin, Freya actually forgetting about the crowd, about their surroundings as the night had gone on.

Swallowing once he released her, needing some water once she found her throat to be too dry, Freya mutely nodded once he suggested it was time to go. She gathered up her things and stood from her own chair to join him. "Yes sir," she said quietly, once more mindful of their now much more blatant audience as she addressed him, "I would like that."

As she followed him back out to his truck, she found that she was genuinely excited for her first trip to the pier. Even as she knew that her feet were going to regret her choice of shoes and, if she was given so much as a moment to think, she would be uncomfortable with how much skin she was showing in the revealing dress. Still, not even these could seem to dampen her excitement for the evening as she followed Jack to his truck.
 
Again, when they got to his truck Jack opened the door for her and helped her inside before closing it behind. Once he had gotten into the truck, he buckled up and began to drive them to their destination. During this drive, he could not keep Freya out of his mind. The slight touches they shared, the cute things she did, her timid behavior. It all made him think of the things he wanted to do to her later, and it was driving him crazy. His right hand released the steering wheel and slowly moved towards her. He wanted, no, needed her touch right now.

However, his hand did not go for her smooth legs or her bared shoulders. Instead, it gently rested atop her hand. Jack's heavy fingers intertwined with hers, his thumb starting to pet her soft skin back and forth as he drove on with one hand. This was enough to hold him over for now, and it was a sweet little gesture he thought. One that would gratify her to him a little he hoped. Something to make her feel like this was a date that she could have agreed to go on of her own accord. To help her feel more comfortable around him.

"What would you like to do first when we get there, pet?" Jack asked as he rolled the wheel over to turn onto off the main road now that they were nearing the destination. His hand still held hers, not letting go quite yet as they made their way further down the road.
 
Freya thanked Jack when he helped her into his, settling into the seat as he rounded the vehicle to hop into the driver's seat. Her thighs clenched together when she realized just how wet her panties were, blushing slightly as they left. But as more time passed, she slowly relaxed once again, shifting slightly in attempt to dislodge the sticky fabric.

During the drive, after she had settled once more, Freya couldn't stop herself from tensing up when she saw Jack move. Sure that, now that they were in the relatively private space of his truck he would move to grab her, to force himself on her once again, like he has done before. Instead he surprised her, grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together. Tingles shot up her arm, gooseflesh following behind, as his thumb began rubbing along the back of her hand. The longer they stayed like that, the more her body started to relax on its own as they continued to drive down the road.

When Jack spoke up, Freya pondered his question, thinking about what was available at the pier to do. She hummed as she thought before slowly answering. "I want to explore the games that they have there." She checked the time on the dashboard, mildly surprised to see that they had spent a few hours at the restaurant. "It might be really busy though. If it is, maybe we can go on the ferris wheel and play some games after. What about you, what would you like to do first?" She squeezed his hand gently as they got closer to the pier, her thumb following his own as it began stroking his skin in return.
 
Jack smiled warmly as he drove, relishing the feeling of the teen next to him reciprocating the hand holding. His head nodded in affirmation as he listened to what she had to say. The two options given both had merit. If they went on the ferris wheel first, then they wouldn't have to carry all of, if any, prizes that they won. On the other had, it could be something that would be helpful in locking in the romantic tune of the evening if it was saved for last. Silence followed her question for a moment as Jack pondered how he should answer.

"I think," He started slowly, mulling over the words still to show that he wasn't just ignoring Freya's words. "that we should save the wheel for last. Use up our after dinner energy on the fun stuff, and have it as our moment of respite at the end.
"What do you think?"

At this point they had arrived at the parking lot nearby the pier. It would take them maybe a five minute walk to get there. The pier could be seen from here though, all bright lights flashing in the darkened night sky. There was the wheel of course, but also a small old wooden roller coaster. Other buildings lined the walk too. Booths filled with food, snacks and treats, and of course those cute little arcade games that were no doubt about to cheat him out of a lot of money tonight. Hopefully he could win Freya something, though from the reputation of some of these things he kind of doubted it.
 
Freya nodded at his words as they pulled into a parking spot. "That sounds good to me." She gave him a small smile, waiting until he released her hand before releasing her seatbelt. Since he seemed to want to do so all night, Freya waited for Jack to hop out and come around the truck, waiting for him to open her door and help her from the cab.

She glanced around at the people around them, families heading home for the evening and couples just beginning their own dates. She tugged at the hem of her dress, feeling overdressed and self-conscious, as she followed Jack into the grounds.

Even with how nervous she felt once again, Freya couldn't help but be in awe of the magic of the place. The games and the food and the entire atmosphere enough to distract everyone. The briney sea air mixed with the greasy smell of fried foods and that distinct sugary smell of cotton candy and other confections. She wrinkled her nose when they passed close to a particularly greasy booth, the cooking oils making her stomach turn where before it would have made her mouth water, but once they had moved passed it, and she had gently nudged Jack away from similar booths when she found she had the same reaction to all the greedy foods, she found herself easily forgetting about her body's strange reaction.

"Oh," she cooed when she spotted the roller coaster, the magic of the pier, and even the entire night with Jack, blinding her to the potential dangers of the old ride, "can we go on that as well?"

She looked up at him, actually smiling, as she held his hand. As if they were an actual couple out on a actual date. As she waited for his answer, she continued to gawk and coo at the various games, the various plush prizes, that would be of course far cheeper to buy at a store than try to win at one of the stalls. But again this place seemed to have that special ability to blind it's patrons to the fact, like most fairs and amusement parks.
 
Like he had been all night, Jack once again aided his girl out from his vehicle, linking his arm with hers as they began to walk to the pier. It was busy now, and as they drew closer the din of the crowd could be heard more and more, as well as the low rumble of the wooden coaster as the car trundled over the tracks. When they were close enough, others could be seen coming and going from their destination having either finished their fun there or just starting it like them. Like Freya, he too noticed there were very few in the large crowd who had dressed up quite as nicely as them. It didn't really matter much to him though, as they would just look like how it was; a couple wrapping up a date night after coming from a nice spot in town.

Jack didn't pay as much attention to the food booths as his partner did. His eyes were set on finding where the bulk of the carnival games were. Before they could get there though, he felt her squeezing at his hand as she eagerly pointed out the roller coaster. A smile graced Jack's face as he saw her glee and excitement at trying out something new and adventurous. She was just too cute for her own good, he thought. Giving her a nod of affirmation, her master guided her towards the start of the rickety old ride. On the way, he told her to keep an eye out for any games or prizes she could think would be fun, so they could come back to them as soon as the ride was over.

Soon they were in line for the ride. The roller coaster didn't look so bad now that he could see it up close. Seemed sturdy enough, well maintained. Thankfully there wasn't much of a line and the strange couple were quickly ushered to seats in the middle of the cars after paying for their tickets. Ever the gentleman, Jack aided Freya in entering the car and even in making sure her lap bar was well secured before even making his own locked in place.

"Ready to go?" He asked the teenager next to him, an excited smile on his face. Though this was a rather tame coaster compared to others, it had been a while and he was happy to try one again.
 
Freya grinned when Jack agreed to the ride, gripping his hand in appreciation even as she followed his instruction to keep an eye out for any games or prizes that she wanted. She spotted a decently sized teddy-bear hanging from the canopy at a water gun booth that she hoped would still be there when they finished the ride. And she wanted to try her hand at knocking over the bottles when she spotted a group of guys throwing softballs at the booth. After all, she had a pretty decent pitch every time her gym class played baseball, enough that at one point her gym teacher had tried to recruit her for the schools softball team. She had declined at the time though since she had just started working and didn't believe she would have the time with her job. She pointed each of these games out to Jack as the passed, making sure she specified what she wanted from each while asking the same of him, if there was anything that caught his eye that he wanted to play as well.

Freya couldn't help but bounce on her toes as they waited in line, the chill of the evening nipping at her skin even with all the warm bodies around them. When they were finally directed into a car, she was glad it was not the very front car. She would be too scared to sit in the very front, even though the ride wasn't as intricate as some of the more advanced once she had seen. Freya gave Jack another smile as he helped her into her seat, handing her purse to him with a please to place safely in a pocket before he strapped himself in next to her.

She grinned nervously at him when he asked if she was ready to go. "Is it too late to admit this is my first time on a roller coaster?" she jokingly told him as they lurched forward, the ride kicking in. As they climbed the first incline, Freya couldn't help but grip Jack's hand tightly. Like the rest of the people on the ride, she started screaming with giddy excitement as the ride progressed, never once letting go of Jack's hand.

Freya giggled as she shakily exited the car once the ride was over, adrenaline leaving her unsteady on her feet. She leaned heavily onto Jack as she tried to get her limbs to stop vibrating. "That was so much fun," she cheered as they walked away from the ride, moving on to what was next.

"Which game would you like first?" she asked him with a wide grin still plastered onto her face.
 
His eyes were only for her, for her youthful excitement. Jack loved the bubbly happiness that seemed to be spilling off of her. It was an intense sense of joy that she gave off that was just infectious, and it caused him to be grinning wildly too while they got off of the roller coaster.

"Good first roller coaster?" He asked with a loud bark of laughter, finding her absurdly high amount of excitement to be very endearing. "Maybe that can be another date someday. Just a full day at an amusement park."

He pondered the question that she had brought forth for a moment, thinking back to the toys and things that Freya had gawker at earlier. The teddy seemed to be THE prize to win, though if they got that right away the rest would probably pale in comparison. They could work their way up to that one. After all, the game it was attached to wasn't one of the harder ones anyhow.

"Let's go to that bottle throw game you had your eyes on." Jack finally said, tugging on the arm latched onto his to guide her away, silly grin still plastered on his own face. "I want to see how you do at that."
 
She blushed, grinning at his laughter while her core seemingly clench at the sound, "Yeah, I think I'd like that."

As he thought about her question, she shook out her limbs, trying to expell her shaky energy and calm down from the excitement of the roller coaster. She smiled when Jack picked a game, pulling her in the direction of the booth. When she saw the infectious look on Jack's face, her own smile widened until they approached the booth. They waited for a couple minutes for a spot for the couple to open up, Freya watching the participants, trying to learn how, and if, this particular game seemed to be rigged.

After watching for a couple minutes, a spot opened up and Freya moved up to the counter. She gave a polite smile to the kid running the booth. Despite Jack being the one who handed over the money for the game, the boy proceeded to try and flirt with her the entire time they were at the game, likely only trying to distract her but only causing her smile to drop slightly and start to strain.

"Here you go, sweetheart," the boy said and winked at her, causing her to blush as she became uncomfortable with his attention, shifting awkwardly on her feet.

She took a deep, calming breath, trying to ignore the way the greasy kid watched her breasts rise and fall within her dress and instead focus on the game. She took up one of the balls and changed her stance as if she was on her school's pitcher mound. She aimed carefully and wound up her pitch, forgetting for a moment about her dress and how short her hem was. She didn't seem to realize that with the way she was preparing her pitch, her leg raising to plant her foot properly for her throw, that her skirt was bunching at her thighs and she was likely giving a generous view of her panties should anyone turn to look at her. And some men had been watching her since she stepped up to the game.

She threw the ball as hard as she could, hitting only slightly off center from where she wanted. She held her breath for a moment as she waited for the milk bottles to fall only to crow loudly when they all fell over. "I did it!" She turned and jumped excitedly, throwing her arms around Jack's neck in her joy.
 
Jack did not appreciate this... boy, leering at his girl. She was his, and his alone, not for someone else to try and woe away from him. Not like the greasy little shit had a chance. All the same, upon seeing the kids pitiful attempts to flirt the older man who was more than twice the kid's size puffed out his chest and glared daggers at him. When they had the audacity to call her sweetheart, he just about snarled too.

The only thing that stole him away from the boy's attempts at peacocking was Freya. He watched as she set herself up, aimed, wound back, and released. The view was gorgeous, like an Olympian goddess. Her skirt bunched just right, allowing him (and everyone else watching Jack realized with a mixed sense of both jealousy and pride) to see her dampened panties. Freya's form was perfect, and he watched with baited breath as the last bottle teeters on the edge only to tip over after a moment of suspension.

The embrace thrown about his neck was a most welcome one, though he was surprised at it. Was she finally warming up to him, or was it just the excitement of it all? Just a couple of hours ago it seemed like she'd rather be anywhere else, but now she had gone and done a complete 180°. Not that he was going to complain, he thought as he wrapped his muscled arms about her waist to return the embrace. He pecked her on the cheek then, flipping the booth guy a triumphant bird behind her back to let him know that this one was his.

Once they'd settled down, Jack set the teen back on her feet gently before turning to the counter. With a very smug look, and a gleeful tone he asked "So, what does my girl here win for beating the game?" While wrapping an possessive yet affectionate arm gently about her shoulders.
 
Freya blushed as she was set back on her feet, slightly embarrassed by her display but still too giddy about her to care too much. She cleared her throat and ran her hands down her still bunched skirt. She blushed even more as she tried to fix it, smoothing it out as Jack turned her back to the booth, hoping that no one saw to her damp panties beneath. She kept herself from looking around in her embarrassment about possibly flashing people, allowing herself the illusion that no one saw her slip up.

It helped to distract her that the boy running the booth, now white as a sheet as he couldn't tear his eyes away from burly Jack and the possessive arm around her shoulders, started to stammer out his reply. "W-well, since s-she knocked them over in o-one throw, she gets h-her choice of the b-biggest ones."

Freya looked around the booth as he stuttered through his response. Normally, she would have been offended at the act of chest beating and possession that Jack was doing, if this had been a normal date. But in this instance, because the kid had made her so uncomfortable, and because Jack owns her now, she appreciated it this time as she contemplated which prize she wanted. When she spotted a rather large avocado , she pointed to it. "That one please."

The boy shakily got it down for her, still very intimidated by Jack's presence, and handed it over, "Here you go, swee- I mean miss." He gave a tight lip smile as he tries to subtly shoo them away so he could focus on the other customers.

Freya took the avocado and hugged it to her chest as they moved away from the booth and started toward the next one. She breathed a quiet sigh once they were far enough away, "Thank you, he was making me really uncomfortable."
 
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A chuckle left Jack's mouth as the two of them left, leaving the shaking boy behind. He enjoyed that way too much. Seeing the kid shake in his boots as he was taught a lesson in not hitting on every girl he saw. Especially right in front of their men.

"Anytime, pet." The older man replied happily, his hand sitting possessively on her opposite hip as they walked side by side. "You're no one's but mine, after all." That last part said with an almost lustful growl.

A kiss atop her head was all that was done though, and then they were off to the next game. The booth right next to them was a ring toss, and though Jack didn't have the best aim he thought it might be fun to try nonetheless. Approaching the booth they were this time met by a man just a bit younger than himself, a dry bored expression stuck on his face as he and another more excitable boy manned the counter. He paid for ten rings, handing five to Freya. They had to get three on the bottles all together but he wanted to add a little extra fun to it.

"Want to make a bet, see who gets more?" Jack asked her with a mischievous grin on his face.
 
Freya hummed, burying her face in the plushie as her core clenched, dampening her panties even more, at the growl that rolled out with his words. Her body tingling where she could feel the vibrations as she was pressed into his side. Her cheeks heating once again at the kiss he placed on the top of her head.

She managed to calm down enough to extract herself from the toy once they reached the next booth. She smiled slightly at the men working there, that same polite smile she gave all people in customer service, as she took the rings from Jack. She set the avocado on the counter in front of her, freeing her hands, as she turned to him.

"Alright, what did you have in mind?" she matched his grin with a playful smile, agreeing to the bet, having too much fun so far to see any potential harm.
 
"How about if I win, I get a kiss on the lips? They look so beautiful tonight after all." Jack told her as his grin grew even wider from her own excitement. He had debated going further, asking for her parties or bra first but he didn't think it wise to push that far. Not at first at least. After all he was still trying to get a feel of how open she was to ideas right now. Freya seemed a lot more open to suggestion at this moment, but he couldn't tell if she'd truly go that far yet so it was best to wait and see. "Name what you want. A gift, a treat, something more?"

He was curious about what she'd decide upon. If her affection for stuffed things was any indication he thought that she might just have him running about all night to get as much as possible. Or maybe, if he was lucky, Freya would want something a little more intimate too.
 
Freya smiled shyly at his compliment but agreed to his bet. She thought about what she wanted. Before tonight, she would have demanded that her prize would be time away from him. But she knew if she asked for that now, it would just ruin the night. Plus, the more she thought about it, she found she didn't actually want time away from him tonight. That might change in the morning but she found she was actually enjoying their evening spent together.

So what did she want?

Decided, she blushed again and leaned up on her toes, ignoring the curious looks from the men running the booth pretending not to watch them. She whispered into his ear, too shy to admit what she wanted out loud, as she steadied herself with one hand on his chest. "Next time we-" she bit her lip, embarrassed, "the next time we have sex, I want you to take your shirt off."

She had never seen him even partially naked before, though before most of the time he was forcing her. But she let the enchantment of the evening work its magic on her, allowing her to admit, "I want to see you."

She was still blushing when her feet returned flat to the ground, pretending that she hadn't asked for something that felt so dirty. With her heart racing, she cleared her throat and faced the game once more. "Shall we play then?"
 
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Jack watched the girl with curiosity as he awaited her decision. What would she choose, he wondered. One chance to veto sex? A more material gift perhaps? Maybe a whole week free of him? Whatever he was expecting, what the teen eventually said completely blindsided him. That was not in the least what he expected. Maybe he should have gone for the more daring bet.

"I'll take that bet." Her master spoke with glee, readying himself to toss the rings. Either way he won. Tonight's plan didn't really involve clothes anyhow.

First one ring, two rings, three rings flew. All of them skipping over or bouncing off of his intended targets. He muttered a small curse and altered his approach now. Only two more chances after all. The next ring was armed high in the air, the toss carefully made to keep the ring flat along its parabola. Luck was on his side with that one, and it ended its flight twirling around a bottle neck. Finally, hoping to repeat his luck the last ring arced across the display of bottles but to no avail.

"Well, Pet, I guess you only have to beat one ring." He said with a sigh, backing off to give his girl the room needed to toss comfortably.
 
Freya smiled, unable to help it when Jack gleefully announced he was taking the bet. She watched him toss each ring and actually cheered when he got one of the rings onto the bottle. She grinned at him when he sighed and backed off to allow her to toss her rings.

She took a deep breath and got ready her first ring. She could aim well enough, but throwing a ball was significantly easier than trying to toss a ring. She threw each one but each one missed. Sighing on her last ring, she tossed it, trying to follow what Jack had done when his ring had landed. But luck was not on her side, the ring was just short enough that it landed on the lip of the bottle, flopping down against its side instead of around the neck. It hung there for a moment, rocking with its momentum before finally teetering off and falling to the ground.

She turned to Jack with an exaggerated pout of her lower lip, "I say that counts." she teased, not really caring that the actually lost the game, the dry older man hiding his chuckle under a cough at her response.

Hoping that her reaction had distracted Jack, hopefully making him laugh at least, Freya stood on her toes once more and leaned into his chest. She gently pressed her lips to his, kissing him. Her tongue licked teasingly along the seam of his lips before she captured his bottom lip between her own. She gently nipped at the flesh and released him once again, falling back onto her heels.

She ignored the looks of the two men running the booth, and a couple of the patrons once again, who were watching them as she picked up her stuffed avocado once more and wrapped her arm around Jack's bicep. "So where to next?" she asked, her voice slightly high and breathier than it had been before.
 
It seemed that Freya had not minded losing either, Jack noticed. He had to say, he was awfully happy with how far along she was coming. It made him chuckle happily to himself, and was lost in thought when she pressed against his body for a kiss. Her forwardness surprised him, though he still had to stoop down for her to quite reach his lips. He gladly reciprocated the kiss, which turned out to be a lot more sensual than he expected, again thanks to the girl taking things further than he would have expected. Before he could even recover and get her back with his own tongue, she parted with a teasing nip and backed away.

She was getting bolder, getting a lot more affectionate and flashy in public. He liked it. His mind went back to their last romp at the club, when they fucked passionately right in sight of others. That was definitely something he wished for again, as there was a rush to risk getting caught by others.

In reply to Freya' question, Jack pointed ahead a ways to where a tall post of flashing lights stood. 'Strongman Game' strobed in bright yellow bulbs at the top, a heavy hammer down at its base next to a pile of prizes of various sizes. Flexing the muscular arm in her grip, he made his way with her arm in arm with the girl.

"So, what will you give me if I win you a prize?" Jack asked as they walked over, leaning down to whisper huskily into her ear. There were various prizes there of course. A consolation prize of a little squeaky hammer, small and medium plushies for the next levels of strength and what was quite possibly the largest teddy bear that Jack had ever seen for the grande prize.
 
Freya couldn't keep in her giggles as Jack flexed for her while they made their way to the Strongman Game. Like most other games, the flashing lights, the music, the shouting game manager were all to be as eye-catching and attention grabbing as possible.

She shivered as Jack's warm breath and husky whisper caressed her ear. "I'm guessing another kiss wouldn't be enough."

She contemplated his question as she eyed the game, waiting for Jack's turn at the mallet. After watching some preteen get a consolation prize for only moving the mark a little bit, she didn't want it to be too easy on him either. She looked up the scoreboard, looking for the right spot. When she found the one she wanted, a couple notches below the middle of the board, she began contemplating what she was willing to give him in exchange for one of the prizes if he made it to her spot.

"If you make it there," she started slowly, pointing out the marker she decided on to him, "I'll -" what would he want that he doesn't already get from her? He seems to appreciate her willingness as apposed to when he would have to force her to submit to him. But how far was she willing to go in this public space. She looked around them, there seemed to be dark corners to hide in if things turned too lewd.

It didn't help that she could already see some of the teenagers already ducking into some of those dark corners as well.

She squirmed and leaned up to whisper to him, forcing the words more into his neck than his ear with their size difference, "I'll give you my p-panties."

She bit her lip, her face red once more and she had to bury her face into his chest in embarrassment before their turn finally coming up forced her to extract herself from him.
 
They were getting close to the next spot in line, Jack noticed as he waited for his Freya's verdict. Hopefully she'd think of something before the guy ahead of them gave up. Finally, as she explained the conditions of his prize, the man leaned down so that she could speak directly into his ear. He saw the mark, understood the assignment. And as she told him what his reward was to be, his smile spread impossibly wide. It was cute, how shy she was. The older man was almost worried that she was becoming almost a little too forwards, but the stutter in her voice just about made him melt.

Now as the other competitors before him cleared the way, Jack placed an affectionate kiss upon her brow before stepping up to bat. This time, at this game, his face grew more serious once more. There was a prize he wanted dearly on the line. One far greater than anything this chump running the game would give him. Taking the sledgehammer in hand, he tossed it about a little. Turned it over in large calloused and stained hands. He was feeling the weight, the balance of it now. Testing to see how it felt in his grip. It wasn't that different from a tree axe, a tool he'd used many a time before. Like he had hoped, this would make the game much easier. Jack payed the man for three tries. He'd have three goes to win the prizes awaiting him.

The first blow landed, weak with just a couple of feet to show for it. That was fine by Jack though. It was part of his strategy after all. He needed a test strike after all of his examining. Some way to help him feel the build of the hammer. The second blow was much better. A tall arc of muscle and metal and the pin fired into the air, hovering for just a moment right below Freya's mark. Jack grunted in frustration, determined now to get this damn thing. He'd already gotten it high enough for the medium tiered plushie. But that of course was not the prize he had in mind. Now he was serious. The black jacket he wore was tossed back from his shoulders, then hung on a nearby rail that sectioned off the game itself before rolling up his long sleeves to put his thick muscular forearms proudly on display. They definitely weren't body builder level of bulging, but were a little on the lean side, still very fit.

He crouched down, hammer head resting on the floor behind him. Jack's hands gripped the rubbery grip at the base and the top just below the mallet head. Then, with a deep breath, he moved. It was quick, the heavy head of the hammer a blur as in just a fraction of a second the man stood up, brought his hands flush at the hammer's base, the bent all over again as it soared gracefully over Jack's head only to come crashing down with a resounding *CRACK*. The pin went higher this time, firing past Freya's intended goal. It had sadly stopped just a couple of feet below the bell, nearly winning himself the grand prize too. Placing the hammer down, he motioned for Freya to take her pick of any of the other prizes that she wanted before leading her away from the line of people.

"So, I think I'd like my prize now." Jack declared proudly, his hand now extended to her. They were still in the main thoroughfare at this time. Most people were either on their way to a booth, looking up at the rides in awe, or just talking amongst themselves to pay attention anyhow. There wasn't any need to pay her attention anyways, the perfect time to publicly remove one's panties in a public setting.
 
Freya's eyes fluttered sweetly when Jack kissed her brow before stepping up to take his turn with the hammer. She stood off to the side and watched as he inspected the mallet before bringing it down the first time. It didn't take long before he brought it down again, the pin just shy of her mark. But she had barely managed to catch where it had reach, distracted by the way Jack broadened with each swing. She could feel her heart start to race once again, slick dripping into her already soaked panties as Jack took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

Without truly thinking about it, she grabbed his jacket from the railing he had hung it on, slipping her arms into the sleeves and pulling it about her shoulders. She watched in awe as he brought the mallet down a third time, muscles bulging and rippling with his strength. She was so completely distracted by him that she didn't even notice where the pin had reached, though judging by the collective gasping then disappointed aweing, it sounded like he was close to but just missed the bell for the grand prize.

Still staring at Jack, her cheeks still red and his jacket still around her shoulders, she pointed to a random prize, mildly surprised when the operator handed her a medium sized plush elephant with a "Here you are, little lady."

She swallowed, nodding her thanks, before following Jack as he quickly lead her away from the game. She blinked when he demanded his prize as they stood in the middle of the crowded grounds. "Here?!" she squeaked. She had been hoping that she could have lead him to the bathrooms or maybe a dark corner between stalls. She hadn't expected him to demand that she strip in the middle of the crowd. Even no one seemed to paying them any attention at the moment.
 
He smiled down at his girl with a sly grin, his hand still outstretched. She was cute wearing his own jacket, almost hiding within it as her nervousness squeaked out. It seemed like the bold girl she was just moments ago was beginning to fade, the timid part of her rising back to the surface again. That was just fine for him, Jack thought as he looked down at her. As much as he enjoyed her boldness he still loved this timid side of her.

"Yes, right here. Right now." Jack growled wantingly, a nod and a beckoning with his hand emphasizing his demand. "Just reach under your skirt, and pull them down.
"You might want to hurry. The longer we stay standing here like this, the more attention we are bound to attract."

Sure enough their standing about with Jack's outstretched hand was beginning to gain a few glances here and there. Nothing lingering nor long as of yet, but that number was starting to grow little by little. If she waited much longer they might even attract a small crowd of gawkers, curious to what was happening.
 
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