With a loud ‘kthunk!’ the skeeball ramped up and clattered down in the center hole. Almost before the arcade machine had flashed and buzzed at the success, Matt had sent another ball rolling after it, a careful flick of the wrist as he let go sending it spinning up in the same arc. He kept at it, pacing speed with the need for accuracy. The long hours of practice paid off. When the timer finally counted down to ‘0’ the machine gave another electronic whoop of celebration as a stream of tickets spat out.

 Gleefully, Matt grabbed the tickets, adding them to the pile he’d already accumulated, both tonight and in previous visits. He then fished out a couple more arcade tokens and slid them into the machine. The skeeball machine lit up once more with lights and sounds. Taking the first ball in hand, Matt sent it rolling up the ramp. Without bothering to see where it landed, he grabbed the next and repeated the motion.

 With tokens and allowance expended and pockets stuffed with tickets, Matt ran excitedly through the arcade, dodging around other players hunched at the cabinets and machines. To the right of the main doors was the arcade’s prize wall. Matt dumped his tickets on the counter, letting the attendant count them up as he looked over the prizes.

 He ignored the cheap prizes in the lower glass displays, candy and cheap plastic toys and knickknacks. The back wall, with its larger electronic gadgets and things barely tempted him. He’d been coming here for a while now, and he’d set his sights on a better prize.

 At the far end of the display, standing with their backs against the wall were a trio of young women, probably about 18 or 19. They had their hands raised, shackled locked round their wrists joined by short chains to a large metal ring fixed to the wall. Further down, the skimpy neon bikini’s they wore were supplemented by an equally bright rubber ballgag strapped between their lips and metal collars around their necks. Hanging from each collar was a small tag which read “100,000 tickets.”

 There were always three chained up on the prize wall, though not always the same. The girl in the center, a short, curvy Asian girl with the long ponytail was new, Matt thought, though her two companions  Every so often, some lucky winner would cash in enough tickets to take one of the girls home with him. Tonight, Matt hoped, it would be him.

 “Alright young man…” The prize attendant said, reading off the ticket counting machine. “You have 100,051. Pick any prizes you wish.” He smiled knowingly, having guessed what Matt’s choice would be.

 It was matched by an even bigger smile on Matt’s face. He turned his attention back to the chained up girls who had perked up a bit as they realized the time had come for one of them to be awarded. Expressions of hope and uneasiness mixed on their faces as they wondered if it would be their turn now.

 Matt studied them carefully. Aside from the new girl, he’d already spent a fair bit of time drooling over the other two, counting his tickets after each visit and dreaming of this day, but he hadn’t quite decided which he liked better. The blonde on the left was tall and fit, with a nice set of perky boobs shown off excellently by the electric blue bikini top. But on the other hand, the freckled brunette on the right reminded Matt a bit of his old babysitter and a lot of his boyhood fantasies.

 “Okay…” He said at last. “I want her…” He pointed up.