The world would be a boring place if everybody is the same. But I do get a lot of strange looks when I tell people about my hobby. I collect and restore old arcade games. Yes, those 20 to 30 year old quarter suckers that lived in the arcades of the '80s and '90s. Sometimes to find them I have to drive pretty far. This is the story of what happened on one of those road trips to an arcade auction.
I had to get up way before the crack of dawn to make it to the auction by 8 am, which was when it was supposed to start. When I walked in, the first thought that hit me was "Damn it's my lucky day. There is almost nobody here. And I don't see dweasel dick."
But my joy was short lived. They were having trouble with the internet connection so the clock scrolled past 9 o'clock without starting. Then just before 10 they got the internet working. But then the computers weren't talking to each other so we had to wait. Without the computers they couldn't track the winning bids. So the clock crawled past 11 and then to kick me in the nuts even more, in walked dweasel dick. Fuck. And people had been dribbling in all morning, so there was a crowd now.
Finally at 11:35 they got everything working and the auction began.
Typical with these auctions there are a bunch of working games that were in really nice condition. That usually takes the stupid money out of the crowd leaving the less desirable titles and the mostly working and the non- working games. But today due to the late start, the stupid money stayed and the prices quickly went out of my comfort zone and dweasel dick snapped up most of the desirable titles.
[Just a side note: I call him dweasel dick because he is a dick and he has an attitude a weasel would be proud of. He also runs a barcade. A barcade is just what it sounds like, a bar with arcade games. Normally I don't have a problem with barcades, but this guy is not a collector. He has no skill or desire to repair games so he throws them out or sells them off and buys new ones to destroy, usually at auctions like this one. Most of the other collectors have much less complimentary names for him. Plus, when he comes to an auction and starts bidding the prices for games goes way up.]
Finally, in the afternoon, I caught a break and picked a game that had been on my radar for a while. The monitor was acting up so dweasel dick didn't even offer his usual token bid. . . I can fix the monitor. The pins were sold, so that crowd had left and the fighting game crowd left after the last kung-fu fighting game sold.
Two games after the one I bought, the computers went on the fritz again and we had a couple hour break. There wasn't much left of the crowd by then and the last game I wanted to bid on was way at the end of the last row. The auctioneer was tired so I threw a lowball bid out and somebody bid it up. I saw who it was and let him have it. He was a fellow collector from a nearby town and I didn't see the point in running the bid up on him, he is a good guy.
Afterwards we commiserated on what had been a painful auction while standing in line to pay. He thanked me for not running it up on him, his son had seen one at a friend's house and so it was going to be his birthday present. I congratulated him and told him to say happy birthday to his son for me.
I paid and loaded up and hit the road just after 10:30pm. It had been a long day and I stifled a yawn as I drove out onto the street and headed for the freeway.
The clock in my car said it was 11:57 when the rumble strips on the side of the freeway woke me up.
Sonnufabitch that had been close.
As I pulled back onto the road, my lights picked out a highway sign announcing that there was food and a hotel at the next exit. I hated to do it, but I still had hours to go and the adrenaline was going wear off soon and I'd probably do it again.
So I took the next exit. It was a brand new express hotel next to a truck stop with a greasy spoon. On seeing that, my stomach rumbled. I told it to shut up, parked and went in to see about a room.
While the clerk was processing my credit card I called my wife. I must have been tired because I mentioned the rumble strips and got an earful.
"Hey, no damage, nobody was hurt and I pulled off just like you always tell me to. - Ok. I'll be home early tomorrow. I gotta go, the clerk is waiting on me. - Love you too!"
I got my room key and the clerk apologized that all he had left were rooms with 2 queen beds.
I laughed and said "I'd have taken bunk beds right about now. By the way, how is the diner next door?"
He said, "Surprisingly, it's pretty good. The chef runs a tight ship and doesn't cut corners." I thanked him and headed for the room.
The sound of somebody crying hit me as soon as the elevator doors opened. It got louder when I turned the corner and saw a young woman leaning on a guest room door. I promised myself I was going to ignore it and just go to the room. But when I got up even with her in the hall, some other part of my brain kicked in.
"Is there something I can do for you miss?" I asked.
Her crying slowed down as she found her voice. "No" she said with a definite quiver in her voice. She seemed to be struggling to say more.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"It's my dumbass boyfriend" she started, her voice getting stronger with each word. Anger can do that.
"My motherfucking boyfriend picked up some slut at the cocktail party they had downstairs and he brought her up to our room expecting me to have a three way with them. I wouldn't do it and he picked me up and threw me out in the hall. And he's been fucking her in there ever since. I can hear them."
Somewhere in the middle of that rant, I realized that she was naked. It could have been the fact that when she waved her arms in the air, her tits bounced. Or maybe it was the perfect view I had of her shaved pussy between her thighs.
I reached into my bag and pulled out a t-shirt and handed it to her.
"Not that I object to staring at a beautiful naked young lady, but you might be more comfortable in this" I said helpfully.
For a second she didn't seem to register what was being offered, then the light went on and she stood up and accepted the gift. When she stood up I finally got a good look at her. Long brown hair to the middle of her back, she probably stood 5' nothing.
She was tiny, but had a body to kill for. Nice full breasts that would have looked small on a larger woman. A flat stomach that was either the product of superior genetics or a lot of time spent in the gym. And the previously mentioned shaved pussy.
As the t-shirt settled over her, it looked good on her. It was as long as mini-skirt and fit her reasonably well considering it was an XXL. It covered the important parts well enough.
"How do I get this back to you?" she asked.
"Just drop it off in front of my door, I'm in 324 over here" I said as I started to head for the room.
"Thanks" she said. "I hate to do this but can I ask a big favor? I have got to pee really badly and I don't want to go down to the lobby bathroom like this."
"Sure. No problem" I said.
I put the key in and let the two of us in. As she passed by, I got a whiff of her fragrance and immediately finished springing a boner. I flicked the room light on and was pleasantly surprised. The room was divided up into a sitting area and a bedroom.
While I visually inspected the room, she headed straight for the bathroom. I threw my bag on one of the beds and went to sit on the couch. I was flipping through the channels when she returned and sat in the easy chair.
