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You are a young man, 19, who finally decides to indulge in his fetish for girls feet.
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Chapter #4

The New Clerk

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You come to the arcade frequently enough to notice the clerk at the prize desk is new. In fact, you cannot recall seeing her at school either, despite looking to be about the same age as you. About your height, the new girl has medium length brown-to-blonde ombre hair flowing magnificently down her neck. Her thick lashes convey boredom, along with the fact she leaning against the desk in such a way. New people in this town are rare, and this gives you a chance to make a fresh start with a new face.

"Slow day for you?" you greet as you approach the girl.

She gives you a half smile. "Kinda. Not really anything to do right now."

"Are you new? I haven't ever seen you before in here," you ask.

The girl stands up, revealing a nametag that reads "Maisie." "Yep, moved into town two weeks ago. Don't really know anyone here, so basically I work and then lock myself in my apartment all day."

"I'm (your name), nice to meet you!" you introduce yourself.

"Maisie," as she shakes your hand. "You're the first guy that's really taken the right interest with me. A bunch of dads come up and flirt with me. Kinda creeps me out, to be honest."

"Well, I'm not old, and I hope I'm not creepy," you joke lamely. It does seem to warm Maisie up to you though.

"So (your name), what's there to do in this town?" she asks politely. "Anything fun go on this time of year?"

For about 10 minutes, you two chat it up. If this had been anyone else in town, you'd be twice as nervous. However, Maisie seems very approachable, even with her gorgeous blue eyes staring attentively at you. If things continue to go well, did you have the balls to ask her out on a date.

You also notice that Maisie is wearing a pair of grey keds on her shoes, seemingly without socks. She plays with her right shoe while talking to you, although never getting close to slipping them off.

"So what's your favorite game here?" you ask her.

Maisie shakes her head. "Honestly, I'm not really into these kinda games. I think it's dumb, spending all your money on stuff like this." Being someone who likes these "dumb games," you feel like you've taken a step back with her. Possible sensing this, Maisie adds, "well I guess I like the skill games a little bit. Some of the prizes are pretty cool, but I can't win them for myself."

The wall behind is lined with oversize plush toys, inflatable hammers, puppets, and other cool stuff up for grabs. "What's one that you like?" you want to know.

"That HUGE Angry Birds head!" she delightfully exclaims. "I'm addicted to the game, and it would be so cool to add that to my bedroom."

You look up at the tag on the prize. 10,000 tickets for the head.

"Wow, that's a lot of tickets," you point out. "Maybe it'd be cheaper to just buy it from a store."

"I know right?!" Maisie agrees. "I've looked for it online, but I can't find it anywhere. My manager says it's not up for retail, so people will play for it."

A wonderful idea crosses your mind. "What if I won it for you?"

A slight blush comes over the attractive young woman's face. "Oh (your name), you're seriously too sweet, but I couldn't ask that from you. One, we just met. Two, that's a hell of a lot of tickets."

But you're on a confidence high. "Not to toot my own whistle, but I'm pretty good at all these games. I've been coming here since I was little, so I think I know which ones will pay out best."

Maisie realizes you're being completely serious. "If you're trying to impress me, please stop. It's too much to ask for in return, and I don't like owing people."

Dangerous territory is being crossed, but you push on anyways. "Fine, then if I win the toy, you have to do something for me."

"Oh really?" Maisie laughs. "And what would that be?"

You smile. "If I win that Angry Bird...."

You have the following choices:

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1. "You have to go on a date with me."

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2. "You have to kiss me."

3. "You have to let me play with your feet."

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