The Cinema Girl (The Girls) (2 page)

The door opened and Blondie stepped into the tiny cubicle. She could see his face reflected in the mirror as he stood behind her looking down on her. She wanted him to spin her around and kiss her. The way he was looking down at her made her stomach flip in anticipation.

He moved her hair away from her face, exposing her neck before he placed a studded dog collar round her throat. He winked at her and left. Looking in the mirror, Steph could see how the dress, if that’s what it could be called, made her look like a filthy whore. Her breasts looked like they were about to pop out the top while her tiny waist was highlighted by the cinched-in dress. The length showed off her favourite assets, her long lean legs. She pulled out the hair band she had been wearing and loosened her long locks of red hair around her shoulders. With her own killer heels, she felt every inch as sexy as the outfit made her appear.

She still couldn’t believe what she was about to do as she stood, staring at herself in the mirror. The door opened behind her again and this time, a hand grabbed hers and pulled her out. There were five people sitting on the stools now and it was Blondie who had pulled her out the room.

“Get on the sofa,” he said without looking at her. She wobbled over and sat down. The bright lights were shining straight into her eyes and she couldn’t see much past them. A large camera was pointed at her about two metres away and Blondie was standing behind it as he fiddled around with it again.

She felt nervous and like a complete exhibitionist. The voices that been talking quietly before, were now quiet and she could feel all eyes were on her.

“Stephanie,” Blondie said. There was complete silence in the room.

“Open your legs wide apart Stephanie!” he said. She looked up at him and did as she was told. The room smelt of whisky and cigar smoke. “Wider,” he said. She spread her knees further knowing that without panties on, she was exposing her bare pussy to a room full of dirty perverts.

“How do you like to take cock?” he asked.

She looked over at him and shook her head, unsure what to say. They’d been no rehearsal for this and she wasn’t sure what to do.

“Big, long, fat, red… tell us?” Blondie said as he helped her along.

“I don’t mind!” she said feeling a very embarrassed.

She heard a shuffle from one of the stools and a second later a man appeared from behind the light. He was tall and handsome and wore an expensive looking suit. In his hand he carried a half-full bottle of whisky. Sitting down next to her, he inserted the bottle into her mouth and tipped it over. Looking at the camera he said, “For the nerves, she’ll be much better in a minute!”

The burning fluid went down her throat so fast she thought she’d choke. Her chest felt hot and the heat coursed through her veins, meeting in a white fire inside her belly. She tried to pull back but Simon, predicted this and had already wrapped his hand round the back of her head forcing her to stay in position. To stop from choking, she drank more of the burning fluid and after a few moments, felt the bottle removed. She was breathless and had to pant hard to catch her breath back. The man was smiling at her big breasts.

“Better?” he asked. She nodded. He put the bottle back in her mouth and poured in more of the potent liquid. She swallowed a few more large gulps before pulling away. This time he let her. He nodded, looked at her cleavage and stood up, bowing to the camera before returning behind the light. Someone cheered sarcastically.

The whisky was already working its magic, her head fuzzy and her shoulders relaxing. She wasn’t a drinker so resilience to do didn’t exist.

“Okay Stephanie. Tell us how you like cock?” Blondie had removed one of the smaller cameras from its tripod and very capably, handled it smoothly between his hands. He kneeled on the floor, off to her side. She leaned back in the sofa and staring into the bright lights, parted her legs wide.

“I like it big. Thick and hard and I like it slow,” she replied hearing someone in the small group snigger, reminding her she was surrounded by dirty old men.

“Where do you like it?” Blondie asked. His voice was deep and grainy. Feeling a lot more relaxed after the drink, she smiled as she fingered her own nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. “I like it up my cunt of course!” she replied, a cheeky eyebrow raised. “I like imagining it up my arse,” she continued as she remembered the dirty thoughts she sometimes had when she climbed into bed.

“Where else?”

“In my mouth, in my cunt, up my arse. In all my dirty holes”

She heard a few excited grunts and knew that her answers were turning some of the
audience on. Steph continued fingering her nipple, all hard and erect as her own arousal increased.

“You going to have all your holes filled tonight,” Stephanie another man said from behind the lights. She couldn’t see him but she nodded. Why else would she be here, parading her body like meat in
a butcher’s auction block?

“Get your tits out for the boys,” Blondie ordered adjusting the focus on the camera as he zoomed in on her chest. She nodded as deep ache inside her responded to his voice. She wanted to expose herself to him, to all of them. She wanted them to treat her rough, treat her like the whore she felt she was that night.

Her long fingernails slid between her breasts as she pulled the skimpy dress down. Her breasts popped out like full balloons and she felt hot wondering what her spectators were thinking. Her nipples were as large as saucers and she knew the sight of her double D’s would make their cocks hard, that was if her exposed pussy hadn’t already done the job. She could smell her own sex, her own dirty wetness that was impatiently waiting to be used. Blondie brought the camera closer and was virtually kneeling in front of her.

“Play with them,” said a man covered in tattoos as he stepped forward from behind the light and sat next to her on the old sofa. She used her long fingernails to pull her aching nipples out. They felt hard and hot and
she wanted them in some dirty bastard’s mouth. She wanted them slapped and pulled and sucked and squeezed.

“Are you a slut?” He asked. He was clean-shaven and his pale blue eyes were deep and piercing. As he spoke she could see a ball earring in the centre of his pink tong. Hadn’t she read somewhere that these tiny balls could be used to increase indecent pleasures? She had never been fucked by a man that looked like him before and she couldn’t help but fantasize. He pulled her leg up onto his lap, opening her up wide. Blondie came closer with the camera and directed it straight between her legs.

She felt like a voluptuous extrovert who wanted to be exposed for what she really was. The tattooed man was stroking her calf up and down and she continued to tug gently at her nipples, wishing he would play with them instead. Roger was next. He stepped into the light and sat on the other side to her. He still stunk of old tobacco and was carried a can of beer in one hand.

“Whore,” he snarled at her as he put one dirty hand round her neck and pulled her head in closer. She tried to pull back, curling her nose up at the smell. The tattooed man moved his hand up her leg and was now stroking her inner thigh. She yearned for those fingers to shove themselves inside of her. She was wet and wanted more.

Roger pulled her tighter and licked her closed lips. She closed her eyes as his hand tightened round her throat.

“Fuck me, you’re such a whore,” he said in a hoarse voic
e. “Why ain’t I seen you before? Not seen your arse in any films either. Isn’t that what all girls like you are good for, making fuck films?” he asked. She was holding her breath to avoid smelling him, the rank smell of sweat, oil and cigarettes.

Steph nodded. “That’s all I’m good for,” she said quietly as her throat was squeezed. She felt fingers touch her pussy lips and she moaned as she pushed her hips forward to the fingers. She wanted them in her; instead they circled round the outside, flicking between her lips as they teased her.

Roger let go of her neck and stood up. Putting his beer in her hand, he unzipped himself and pulled his trousers down. He pulled out a large cock that rather surprised her before he grabbed the can back. He put one knee on the sofa as he leaned forward, holding his dick in one hand.

“You wanted cock stuffed in all your slutty holes, isn’t that right?” he asked before coughing. The fingers carried on teasing her pussy lips.

She nodded. She lifted her heavy breasts, one in each hand and squeezed them together. I’ll do whatever you want me to,” she replied looking up at him as she fluttered her false eyelashes. Blondie had the camera back on her chest and she wondered why no one was playing with them yet. She needed someone to play with them. They were so hard and erect she felt like they were hot udders that needed milking. She could feel her juices wet the fingers that were teasing her cunt.

“Fucking slut, do her,” someone yelled from the small group,

“Please she said looking at the tattooed man, please fill me with dick.”

Roger grabbed a fist full of her long hair and pulled her head towards him, forcing his cock into her mouth. She was still squeezing her tits together, proudly creating a deep sexy cleavage that she doubted any man could resist.

The fingers slid inside her. Finally! She pushed her hips onto them harder as Roger slid his thick cock deeper inside her mouth. He didn’t stop. She felt his dick hit the back of her throat and still he pushed in deeper, holding her head firmly against his member.

She gagged and tried to pull back but there was nowhere to go. Blondie was filming her sucking cock now and she let go of her tits to push against the shopkeeper’s hips. Someone from behind grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms firmly behind her back. Roger let her go for a moment and she spat out a slimy mouthful of semen. He laughed before shoving her head back on him. She felt hands on her elbows, pulling them together behind her back. Her chest was forced outwards as her shoulders were pulled back and she felt more fingers inside her. She looked at the tattooed man and moaned. He was doing things with his fingers she hadn’t imagined possible and wondered what he could do with his cock.

She felt rope wrap round her elbows before being tightly bound together behind her. She gagged again on the thick cock and finally, she felt a hand grab a throbbing breast and squeeze. Adrenaline ran through her blood. The hand was cool against her hot breast. She glanced down to see the hand tugging against her large nipple, pulling it like it was milking her. She grew wetter.

Roger, still holding a clump of her hair, removed his dick and pulled her up to her feet. She wobbled on her heels, unsteady with her arms tied behind her. Blondie handed the camera over to one of the dirty spectators who had come in late to watch the show. Stephanie watched the tattooed man lean forward and pull his jeans down. Roger held her there as he guzzled down the rest of the beer can’s contents. She got a whiff of beer and tobacco.

He shoved her back and she felt like she would trip over in her ridiculous high heels she’d worn to make her legs look longer. She fell back onto the tattooed man’s lap as he sat on the sofa waiting. His belt buckle dug into the bare skin of her arse and she yelped in pain. She was unable to shift with her arms bound behind her back. His skin was warm against the cold skin of her backside. His hands wrapped round the front of her and shoved her legs wide apart. Roger pulled at the front of her dress and tore it off before throwing the flimsy item to the floor. He grabbed her breasts, one in each hand and pulled them towards him. The man she was sitting on thrust her back and she felt his cock touch the outer edges of her hole. Roger pulled her breasts hard and she yelped in pleasure. Finally someone was paying the right kind of attention to her tits. Attention that she had been pinning for all night.

“Fucking slut,” he muttered under his breath. Blondie and the man who she thought had been the one, who had bound her elbows together behind her back, stood watching her. Blondie kept licking his lips as he stared down at her naked, writhing body. She wished he were licking her instead. She wished he had his tong inside her fleshy folds making her scream for more.

Her breasts ached under the tugging hands and she closed her eyes as she lost herself in a feeling of humiliation and pain, knowing how many eyes were ogling her slutty body. Dirty men panting over her, some of them stood with a hand down the front of their jeans.

The cock slipped inside her and the man wrapped his hands round her wide hips pushing her down. She cried out in ecstasy, her breasts moulded by Roger while her cunt filled up with huge cock. It was hard and hot inside her, like a red-hot poker being shoved
against an itch.

Roger had to let go of her tits as she bounced up and down on the tattooed man’s lap. The lights were hot and she felt beads of sweat on her chest. With her eyes closed, she leaned back on him, her legs wide as he shoved her up and down. He used his fingers to rub hard circles round her clit. It stung as he we went round and round.

She screamed out in shock and pain as something struck her tit, short and sharp. Opening her eyes wide she saw the Roger held a short leather whip in one hand and a fresh can of beer in the other.

He shrugged. “It’s a sex shop yeah. I gotta a lot of toys I have to try out you know! Paddles, rings, clamps, whatever you like slut.” She stared up at him in surprise. She hadn’t expected any spanking. Not really. Thinking about it, she hadn’t really known what to expect.