Chapter 4
Roller's Paradise was one of the new Super Entertainment Centers. These facilities expanded the role of the traditional roller skating rinks by including several other activities under one roof. Roller's Paradise had selected to add an impressive Arcade, Pool, Ping-Pong and Air Hockey to its skating business. Next year, they planned to expand even further by adding a dozen bowling lanes.
It always amazed Tim that such a large building could be so full of people. This evening was no exception. The line to get into the Roller's Paradise stretched the length of the building. When the clock ticked to 6:30, the doors opened, and the crowd started to fill the building. Tim was one amomg the first group in. He carried his own black skates slung over his shoulders. He hated the way the rental skates felt. The rink almost always tightened the nuts and adjustments to make them as inflexible as possible. It helped the beginners, but made it difficult to do anything interesting.
By the time that Tim had entered the building, several girls were already starting to circle the rink. It was a large skating rink with a new hardwood floor. Hanging from the walls were huge speakers that were supported by a state of the art sound systems. Hanging from the ceiling, three giant disco balls stood ready to fill the rink with the best laser lighting available in town. It was a roller skater's dream.
Tim was so excited that he could barely put on his skates. There was just something about going to a skating rink that made Tim want to get to the floor as quickly as possible. Some people could go to the rink, and order a hamburger and coke. After an hour or so, they would step out on the floor. This was totally beyond Tim's comprehension. The floor called to him. He had to at least go around it once or twice right away. For now, he had to make sure that his skates were on snug. Taking his time, he check and double checked his skates to be sure that they would move with him and not give.
As soon as he hit the floor, he felt the rush hit his blood stream. He felt his muscles start to adjust to the skating motion. He skated the first round very slowly, letting his skates become an extension of himself. He concentrated on crossing over on the turns so that the wheels barely cleared the other skates. The second round, Tim turned around and started to go backward just to get his balance. As he was coming out of the far turn, a new song came across the stereo system. It was one of his favorites. He could feel the beat filling the air. Tim let his feet slide a little further apart. His hips started to move to the music. Tim felt himself dissolve into the music as he started to dance, pushing one skate out and then back. It felt good to become one with the music.
As soon as the music had stopped, he headed for the nearest exit. The rink had one exit at front door and another at the far end near the Air Hockey tables. He rolled off the floor and almost ran into Jenny. who had been watching him from the side. Tim immediately retraced everything that he had done on the floor. Sometimes Tim would have a tendency to do some really crazy things on his first few rounds. He didn't know whether it was because there were so few people on the floor or maybe because it was the moment when the real world went away and the skate world begin. However, this time, Tim could not think of anything that he might have done that could be seen as negative. He greeted her warmly.
"Hello Jenny. You made it. Great, I hoped that you would," Tim said.
"I told you that I would Tim. Have you seen anyone else yet?" Jenny asked as she leaned against one of the Air Hockey tables. She almost subconsciously started to stroke it.
"No, not yet. I don't know who will be here. They will probably drift in later," Tim responded. As he watched her stroke the table, he asked, "Do you play?"
"I used to play a lot with my boy cousins. Do you?" she asked him.
"Off and on, do you want to play a game or so?" Tim asked.
"Sure, if you don't mind getting beat by a girl, "Jenny answered with a dare in her eyes. She had changed a lot from the Spaghetti Supper. She seem so much more in control of her life now. It showed even in the way that she dressed. Tonight, she was dressed in tight Rocky Mountain jeans. They hugged her legs and lift her butt to show a most attractive appearance. A tight pullover red sweater which was a size too small showed that she was well developed for her age. The wide white belt showed the narrow waist and flat stomach. It was not the outfit that the depressed girl at the Supper would have worn.
"Wait a minute now. That sounds like a challenge, " Tim said as he walked down to the token machine to exchange dollars for token. He thought about her statement during the walk. When he returned, he responded.
"Now about this challenge?" Tim asked
"No challenge. Just want to make sure that you don't mind losing to a girl. You know some men's ego can't handle it. That is all," she answered. Yet there was a knowing look in her eyes. It was a look that said that she knew something that he didn't.
"Ok, little Miss. If you think that you are so good, what do you say that we increase the stakes a little?"
"What do you have in mind?" Jenny returned the question.
"Well, I saw a movie once and the bet was that the winner could ask the loser to do anything. Are you that sure of yourself?" Tim asked.
"You are taking this all wrong. I didn't mean to say that I was going to wipe the floor with you. I just wanted to be sure that you could handle a defeat. Just in case, you know. But, now that you have mentioned it... What would you ask me to do?" she asked.
"Well, lets make the bet even better. I will tell you what I will ask for if I win. You can still hold your request secret. What do you say?" Tim asked.
"Sounds interesting...let me hear what you want." Jenny answered with another little smile. Her eyes were sparkling with mystery. She loved the excitement.
"If I win, we will dance hand in hand on every couples' skate for the rest of the night," Tim answered.
"Hummm... This could be interesting. Ok, I will take your bet. What do you say about 3 of 5 games?" Jenny asked.
"Sound good. Lets do it," Tim answered.
Jenny started the game with a relative soft hit to the puck slipping it over to Tim's side. Tim responded with a quick hit, sending the puck against the left side of the table and bouncing it toward Jenny' goal. With a single flick of her wrist, she blocked Tim's attempt and countered. Her countermove was so effective that the puck crashed into Tim's goal before he even knew it was coming. The automatic score keeper increased Jenny score to 1. The score was now 1 to nothing.
In the first game, Jenny was nothing short of amazing. She made 6 more straight scores before Tim knew what she was doing. Tim felt the sting of humiliation when the game ended with a 7-0 score. He had been beat as bad as a person could be beaten. Despite the swift defeat, Tim had to admit that Jenny had been brilliant. He had almost expected Jenny to jumping up and down and start a Deon Sander's dance. However, she just looked him in the eyes with the most calm look that he could imagine. He had not seen Jenny look so confident in a long time. There was no brag there. Yet, there was a hunger in her eyes, a hunger to be the best.
"Good game," he said.
"Are you okay?" She asked. Of course he was not okay. Tim had just been whipped. It was not accustomed to this feeling either from a female or male opponent. However, you could not argue with her good sportsmanship. She was a very good winner, but it did not make it any easier. Tim tried to remember what had happened.
"Yea, I am okay. You are really good at this game," he said.
"I warned you that I used to play it with my boy cousins. Are you ready for the next game, big boy?" she asked.
"Lets do it," Tim said.
Jenny started the game off with her standard kill shot the single bank on the right side. Tim finally blocked it. It was a good sign. Tim was able to play much better. However, Jenny was still delivering lightning fast strokes. The score was Jenny 6 to Tim's 3 when Jenny held the puck and started to talk.
"This is getting to be a very interesting contest. I wanted to make sure that I understand the rules here. If I win, then you will do whatever I want. You said anything right?" Jenny asked.
"Yea, that what I said," Tim answered. He was wondering what in the world had possessed him to make such a bet. Sometimes, his self confidence that he can pull anything out was not always a good thing.
"Just so that we are straight on this. You will do anything right? Even if I was to ask you to wear a pair of girl's panties on your head while you skate around the rink. You would do it? Is that right?" Jenny asked. Her eyes were glowing with devilish fire.
"Yea, I guess. If you win, that is" Tim answered. This was not turning out like he thought.
Jenny served the final volley in the second game. Tim blocked the first move. However, Jenny countered with a double bank backhand that ended the game 7 to 3. It was now 2 games to none. One more game would give Jenny the win.
Jenny walked to Tim's side of the table. When she got to his side of the table, she looked up into his eyes. There was a moment of silence. She let her hip pushed out to one side. Finally, she spoke up.
"Are you sure that you want to go through with this? You must know by now that I am not one to throw a game just to help your male ego. But, I will let you off the hook. Do you want to call this bet off? It would be a lot less embarrassing for you. I won't tell a soul that we even played."
There was a long silence as Tim thought about what she had said. Jenny put out her hand to gently touch his leather belt.
"I have to admit that I have been thinking about a few things that I could do for my prize. For example, I think it might be cute to see you wear your underwear on the outside of your pants. Let me see, what color that would be," Jenny said. She quickly turned down the waistline of his pants and saw a flash of red.
"Humm.. Red. Would that be boxers or jockey?"
Tim's face was as red as his underwear. "You are being a brat. I made a bet and I am not a quitter. After all, there is still a chance that I might win that skate with you. I am starting to get the hang of this."
"Yea, and it is fun. I just wanted to give you a chance to back out of the bet. Last chance, sure you don't want to back out, Mr. Red Underwear?"
"Lets play the game before, you start counting your winnings," Tim said as he picked up the puck.
The next game was a fast and exciting game. The puck flashed back and forth for each score. The game was much more easily matched. Tim was starting to learn Jenny different moves. The game was tied at the even score of 6 to 6. It was Tim's turn to surprise, he delivered a backhand with a single bank to win the game. It was now 2 games to 1.
The fourth game was the longest game of the set. Tim and Jenny were getting used to each other styles. It was probably the most evenly matched game yet. It ended with a Jenny victory giving her the best 3 out of 5.
Jenny broke the silence, "Great games, Tim. It was fun. I enjoyed it. It had been a long time since I played this game. I had forgotten how much fun it can be. Thank you."
"Well you are welcome Jenny. Well, I am glad that you enjoyed it anyway," Tim said.
"Are you upset about being beat by a girl?" she asked.
"No, I am not. I guess all things equal. I would rather see a girl beating me from that side of the table than some hairy old man," Tim said with a big smile.
"Hey are you making some kind of comment about my woman's parts mister? Remember you don't know what I will ask of you yet." Jenny countered.
"Okay.. I will be nice. But, you do look good bouncing around over there..." Tim started again with a smile.
As Jenny walked over to his side of the table, she gave him a look that would have said, "Watch it fellow."
"Okay I will shut up. What do you want me to do?" Tim asked. He still had a little smile on his face. He knew that this was going to be humiliating. He still couldn't understand what came over him to suggested such a bet. It was still fun to watch her face when she realized how much he had enjoyed the display that she had supplied during the game.
As soon as she reached his side, she reached over to his jeans waist band. To the casual watcher, it looked innocent. However, she pull with just enough pressure to show his red underwear.
"This is going to be fun. I think that they those are jockey shorts, am I right?"
"Yea, you are right they are jockey shorts. Is that what you want?" Tim answered. He was ready to get this over with.
"You will have to wait and see. I have got to do a little preparation. Just remember that you have to do whatever I say, isn't that right?" Jenny said.
"Yes.. I promised," Tim answered.
"Go ahead and skate. I will catch up with you," Jenny said with the most devilish smile that he had ever seen.
"Do you remember that you called me the Devil at the Spaghetti Supper. I am thinking that you were mistaken. I am thinking that you may be the cutest little Devil that I have ever seen," Tim said.
"Isn't that what you like about me?" Jenny answered as she rolled down the hallway.
Tim just watched Jenny's gorgeous butt swaying side to side with just the perfect pitch. His mouth hung open.