“Andrea!” called a voice from the other side of the arcade.
Andrea turned, trying to see who’d called her. One of the girls was waving at her. She was tall. Like, six foot something. Her straight black hair fell almost to her waist, and she was wearing cut-off shorts and a little white blouse that showed off her midriff.
Andrea went over, weaving through the mild crowd of arcade-goers. Her mind raced frantically. Was this a friend of hers? Was this a female version of one of her old acquaintances? What was her name? How would she know? At least some of these questions were solved immediately.
The strange girl grabbed her by both hands and pulled her into a long, passionate kiss. Andrea was stunned, lost in the sensation. Finally, after what seemed like an age, the other girl broke off and smiled at her.
“I’ve been looking all over for you, you sexy thing.”
“I’ve just been here…”
“Yep, though I think it’s time to head back to my place…” The look on her face was unmistakably lust, and Andrea’s blush couldn’t get any redder. “I just know you want to get your pretty little face between my legs.” Okay, maybe it could get redder.
“Um. Ah. I…” She really badly wanted it too. But though she knew Andrea, Andrea had no clue who she’d be leaving with. She tried to think of a way to at least get her name.
“I… hit my head. Yes. I hit my head in the back room and I don’t remember who you are.” Smooth. Andrea was too flustered to come up with any better.
Playing along, the strange girl just said, “Oh? Is that so?” From her purse she pulled a steel collar with Andrea’s name engraved on it. “Call me mistress.”