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Chapter 25: Cinema (Act 7)
Lina stared at her phone, the screen lighting up with another message. Her heart pounded as she read it: How are you feeling now? She hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She couldn’t admit how much his previous instructions had affected her, how she’d succumbed to the heat building inside her and let herself go. She typed back quickly, I didn’t feel anything. It was a lie, and she knew it. But admitting the truth felt dangerous.
A moment later, her phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn’t a text but a video. Lina’s breath hitched as she tapped to open it. The screen filled with grainy footage of a cinema, the dim light barely illuminating the scene. A woman sat in one of the seats, her legs slightly spread as a man’s hand crept up her thigh. Lina’s eyes widened as the hand slipped under the woman’s skirt, fingers moving with purpose. The woman didn’t resist; instead, she leaned back, her head tilting slightly as if enjoying the intrusion.
The man’s voice was low and husky as he narrated the scene in the background. “See how easy it is? She’s just sitting there, letting me touch her. And she’s loving it.” Lina’s pulse quickened as she watched, her own body betraying her with a fresh wave of warmth between her thighs.
Another video followed immediately after. This one showed a different woman, this time on her knees in the shadowy aisle of the cinema. Her lips were wrapped around a man’s cock, her hands gripping his thighs as he thrust into her mouth. The camera panned to show another man standing behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed himself inside her. Lina’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the woman take them both at once, her body trembling with pleasure.
The man’s voice returned, dripping with arousal. “Imagine that’s you, Lina. Imagine how it would feel to have my cock in your mouth while someone else fucks you from behind. You’d love it, wouldn’t you?”
She nearly dropped her phone, her fingers fumbling as she tried to close the video. But another one started playing before she could stop it. This time, it was a girl seated in a row of chairs, her shirt unbuttoned as multiple hands groped her breasts and slid between her legs. Her face was flushed, her lips parted as she let out soft moans that echoed through the video. Lina’s chest tightened, a mixture of shame and arousal flooding her as she watched.
The man texted again, “These women… they all wanted it. Just like you do.”
Lina’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen. Her mind raced, torn between the thrill of what she was seeing and the guilt gnawing at her conscience. How could these women let themselves be touched like that? How could they enjoy it? But deep down, she knew the answer. She’d felt it herself that intoxicating mix of fear and desire that made her body respond even when her mind screamed no.
Her phone buzzed again, and this time it was a video of him. He was shirtless, his hand wrapped around his thick, erect cock as he stroked himself slowly. His voice was low and husky as he whispered her name, “Lina… I can’t stop thinking about you. About how wet you must be right now.” She watched, transfixed, as his hand moved faster, his breathing growing heavier until he came with a grunt, thick ropes of cum splashing onto the floor.
He sent another picture moments later, his cock, still hard and glistening with arousal. “This is what you do to me,” he wrote. “And I know I do the same to you.”
Lina’s fingers trembled as she gripped her phone. She wanted to shut it down, to block him and forget this ever happened. But another part of her, a part she barely recognized wanted to keep going, to see where this would lead. Her body was betraying her again, that familiar heat pooling between her thighs as she imagined what it would be like to feel his hands on her, his cock inside her.
Before she could stop herself, she typed back, “This is wrong.”
His reply came almost instantly: “You know you want it. I’ve already bought the ticket. Seat 12, row D in the same cinema tomorrow at 2pm. Just for you.”
Her heart skipped a beat as she read the words. A ticket. He’d actually bought a ticket. Her mind raced with images of the cinema...the darkness, the empty seats, the thrill of being so close to him without anyone knowing. She imagined his hands sliding over her body, his lips pressing against hers as he took her right there in the shadows.
She closed her eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, but they only grew stronger, taunting her with their intensity. Her body ached with a longing she couldn’t ignore, a need that had been building for so long. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing between them, but it only made it worse.
Her phone buzzed again, breaking her thoughts. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he wrote.
Lina stared at the screen, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to say no, to end this before it went any further.
But when she finally typed out her response, the words surprised even her: “I don’t know…”
Lina stared at her phone, the screen lighting up with another message. Her heart pounded as she read it: How are you feeling now? She hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She couldn’t admit how much his previous instructions had affected her, how she’d succumbed to the heat building inside her and let herself go. She typed back quickly, I didn’t feel anything. It was a lie, and she knew it. But admitting the truth felt dangerous.
A moment later, her phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn’t a text but a video. Lina’s breath hitched as she tapped to open it. The screen filled with grainy footage of a cinema, the dim light barely illuminating the scene. A woman sat in one of the seats, her legs slightly spread as a man’s hand crept up her thigh. Lina’s eyes widened as the hand slipped under the woman’s skirt, fingers moving with purpose. The woman didn’t resist; instead, she leaned back, her head tilting slightly as if enjoying the intrusion.
The man’s voice was low and husky as he narrated the scene in the background. “See how easy it is? She’s just sitting there, letting me touch her. And she’s loving it.” Lina’s pulse quickened as she watched, her own body betraying her with a fresh wave of warmth between her thighs.
Another video followed immediately after. This one showed a different woman, this time on her knees in the shadowy aisle of the cinema. Her lips were wrapped around a man’s cock, her hands gripping his thighs as he thrust into her mouth. The camera panned to show another man standing behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed himself inside her. Lina’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the woman take them both at once, her body trembling with pleasure.
The man’s voice returned, dripping with arousal. “Imagine that’s you, Lina. Imagine how it would feel to have my cock in your mouth while someone else fucks you from behind. You’d love it, wouldn’t you?”
She nearly dropped her phone, her fingers fumbling as she tried to close the video. But another one started playing before she could stop it. This time, it was a girl seated in a row of chairs, her shirt unbuttoned as multiple hands groped her breasts and slid between her legs. Her face was flushed, her lips parted as she let out soft moans that echoed through the video. Lina’s chest tightened, a mixture of shame and arousal flooding her as she watched.
The man texted again, “These women… they all wanted it. Just like you do.”
Lina’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen. Her mind raced, torn between the thrill of what she was seeing and the guilt gnawing at her conscience. How could these women let themselves be touched like that? How could they enjoy it? But deep down, she knew the answer. She’d felt it herself that intoxicating mix of fear and desire that made her body respond even when her mind screamed no.
Her phone buzzed again, and this time it was a video of him. He was shirtless, his hand wrapped around his thick, erect cock as he stroked himself slowly. His voice was low and husky as he whispered her name, “Lina… I can’t stop thinking about you. About how wet you must be right now.” She watched, transfixed, as his hand moved faster, his breathing growing heavier until he came with a grunt, thick ropes of cum splashing onto the floor.
He sent another picture moments later, his cock, still hard and glistening with arousal. “This is what you do to me,” he wrote. “And I know I do the same to you.”
Lina’s fingers trembled as she gripped her phone. She wanted to shut it down, to block him and forget this ever happened. But another part of her, a part she barely recognized wanted to keep going, to see where this would lead. Her body was betraying her again, that familiar heat pooling between her thighs as she imagined what it would be like to feel his hands on her, his cock inside her.
Before she could stop herself, she typed back, “This is wrong.”
His reply came almost instantly: “You know you want it. I’ve already bought the ticket. Seat 12, row D in the same cinema tomorrow at 2pm. Just for you.”
Her heart skipped a beat as she read the words. A ticket. He’d actually bought a ticket. Her mind raced with images of the cinema...the darkness, the empty seats, the thrill of being so close to him without anyone knowing. She imagined his hands sliding over her body, his lips pressing against hers as he took her right there in the shadows.
She closed her eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, but they only grew stronger, taunting her with their intensity. Her body ached with a longing she couldn’t ignore, a need that had been building for so long. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing between them, but it only made it worse.
Her phone buzzed again, breaking her thoughts. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he wrote.
Lina stared at the screen, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to say no, to end this before it went any further.
But when she finally typed out her response, the words surprised even her: “I don’t know…”
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