Chapter 37

You played two rounds of DDR with Gemma and got absolutely stomped. It wasn't even because you were bad at it - it was because she was really fucking good, and you were distracted. Even with a bra on, the quick-stepping movements of the game had Gemma's sizely natural tits jiggling and bouncing, her cleavage surging in the summer dress as she laughed and had her hands out for balance as she played on expert.

After the second round, while a good ten people around the big DDR machine were clapping having watched the show, Gemma grabbed your hand with both of hers, leaning forward as she bit her lip and grinned playfully. "I told you," she said.

"You did, that was pretty amazing," you said, and leaned down and pecked her lips.

"Want to see me really compete?"

"Uh, sure," you said. "That wasn't at your best?"

She shook her head. "This was my favourite way to exercise back in high school. I had my own mats at home and everything. Watch this."

You stepped down off of the Player 2 platform, and as Gemma put in another token and started pressing the pads with her feet to cycle the song choices another woman stepped up onto the platform you had vacated. She was a slight girl of Asian descent - Chinese, you thought, but you really weren't sure - and was dressed in shiny black hotpants that showed off just a little of her lower butt cheeks beneath fishnet stockings. Up top she was wearing what looked like a men's t-shirt with the arms ripped off, the hems still frayed, with the waist tied up to show off her abdomen like a crop top.

Gemma and this woman started talking to each other, quickly devolving into some sort of jargon for the game as they both were apparently very good at it. The Asian woman kicked off her black pumps like Gemma had when she first took to the game, both of them playing in their bare feet.

Then they both selected the hardest difficulty on their song choice, and the show started.

The Asian woman was a little better than Gemma, though you couldn't really tell by how much. What was the difference between a chain of 30 'perfects' and 32 'perfects'? You weren't really watching the screens much anyways.

Gemma 'danced' with wild abandon, grinning like mad as she twisted her hips and touched her toes or heels to the arrow pads under her. The Asian woman was the same, and she looked over at Gemma and they made eye contact, laughing as neither of them watched the screen and the prompts, playing the song by memory.

The crowd of watchers started growing and cheering. And then they cheered even louder when the Asian woman spun around and started playing the game backwards.

You had no idea how she did it, but it was that weird mixture of extreme skill in an extremely niche thing that probably would have made a great TikTok. Gemma couldn't keep up, but she started to take the lead on points as the other woman was fumbling a few steps with her disadvantage.

As the round ended, everyone including yourself clapped and cheered, and as Gemma turned to you with that mad grin you held open your arms and she jumped into them. She wrapped her arms around your neck and gave you a firm, closed-mouth kiss as you held her up and she kicked her feet behind her. You set her down and she turned, going to the Asian woman and shaking her hand and talking to her for a bit. You waited, unable to stop grinning at how happy she seemed, and you picked up her shoes and purse for her from the machine before they disappeared.

Eventually, Gemma said goodbye to the woman and skipped around the machine to you. Others had now taken to it, not as proficient as the previous competition, and the crowd was quickly dispersing.

"Thanks," she grinned, taking her heels and slipping them back on.

"I take back what I said before. You were holding back on me, that was amazing," you said.

"Maybe I was," she winked. Then she kissed you again, another one of those firm, extended pecks, and she pressed her body close. Then you were surprised as you felt her hand firmly on your cock through your pants. You were only slightly chubbed but immediately responded as she traced the outline from root to tip.

She stepped back, smirking and shrugged. "I was still owed for the bet."

"I guess now you have your payment," you said. "Happy with the result?"

"I am hopefully optimistic," Gemma said, using the phrase that one of the firm Partners liked to throw around when something good had happened in a case.

"So, I'm guessing you're definitely hungry now," you said.

"God, yes," Gemma agreed, and this time she took your hand and led you out of the bar and onto the street. "Which way?"

"This," you said, nodding down the street towards where the park with the food trucks should be.

"Hold on," Gemma said, stopping you for a moment and opening her purse, pulling out the flower you'd given her and handing it to you. "I took it off to play DDR. Put it back for me?"

"Gladly," you smiled, and did so as she smiled at you. You couldn't help it and kissed her again, cupping her cheek. No tongue, just sweet and clean.

"Now, food," she said, again taking your hand in hers.

"Whatever the lady wants," you laughed.

"Damn straight," she said, and you started to walk hand-in-hand.