been turned on. She cringed at his uneven, dirty teeth. His eyes ran up and down her curvy figure and she felt a little sick at the thought of what must be passing through the mind of this pervert.
“I see. How nice you came to play.” He said, his eyes coming to rest on her low cut top. She nodded, not knowing what else to say now. She felt a bit like she’d just exposed herself, as though the man could see right through her and knew what she was after. Why she was here? Steph could hardly understand herself what the hell she was doing here.
“In the back”, he said as he moved round to the front of the counter. Coming up to her he shoved his hand under her top and groped a heavy breast. His breath smelled of old beer and she turned away in disgust.
“Nice,” he said before removing it. “Hope your cunts nice and wet too, you’re going to need it. Follow me.” He said turning round and going to the back end of the shop. A curtain hung over a door way and the he held it aside, cocking his head at her for her to go through. Taking in a deep breath and knowing this would lead to trouble, she went inside.
********
The room was much larger than she had expected. She heard a bell rattle and the front door shut loudly. “Excuse Me,” the man who had led in said before leaving her alone. Steph looked around feeling completely out of her depth. To one side on the room, large lights were focused into a corner. They were shining on a bed and an old leather sofa. To the other side of the room, a dozen stools were laid out in a theatre style. The room was a stage and it wasn’t difficult to work out who was the star.
She nearly jumped out her skin when she saw a large blonde man sitting on one of the chairs at the back, holding up a magazine that showed two naked women holding each other’s breasts on the cover.
“And the slut comes,” he said, shutting the pages together and throwing the magazine onto a nearby stool.
She felt her cheeks redden in embarrassment. She looked at the ground and for a second, thought the wisest thing to do would be to blow this dump. Her mother’s jaw would drop to the ground if she heard her daughter had ever been in a place like this. She would be shocked but the excitement that warmed Steph’s blood made her stay exactly where she was, her curiosity getting the best of her.
The man stood up and walked over to her. He looked bigger than she remembered and she could see the muscles in his forearms popping out of the plain white T-shirt he wore. He reminded her a little of the old version of Thor. The one from the comics she collected as a kid.
“You going to behave for me?” he asked as he stopped right in front of her. Steph looked at the ground and nodded. Of course she would. Smelling the strong masculinity of this man who would be doing disgusting things to her shortly, she knew she would behave any way he wanted her to.
She nodded. She felt his hand wrap round her jaw as he pulled her face up to his. The blue of his eyes were incredibly piercing and for a moment she felt like she could fall straight into them.
The older man returned with someone behind him. He flicked some switches on the wall behind her and more bright lights light up the corner. “Take off your clothes,” Blondie said removing his hand from her chin. The new guy that had followed the shopkeeper sat himself down in the front row of wooden stools. He was middle aged with fat ring round the belly. She took an instant dislike to him.
“What are these people doing here?” she asked Blondie directly. As soon as she said it she knew she could see by his frown she’d said the wrong thing. “I didn’t invite you for a Q&A Stephanie. I asked you here because I want to treat you special like. Like you deserve.” Blondie replied in a deep voice. “Roger, anyone else coming or is this it?” he asked the shopkeeper. Roger shook his head. “Couple more on their way now!”
Blondie nodded and smiled down at
“I see. How nice you came to play.” He said, his eyes coming to rest on her low cut top. She nodded, not knowing what else to say now. She felt a bit like she’d just exposed herself, as though the man could see right through her and knew what she was after. Why she was here? Steph could hardly understand herself what the hell she was doing here.
“In the back”, he said as he moved round to the front of the counter. Coming up to her he shoved his hand under her top and groped a heavy breast. His breath smelled of old beer and she turned away in disgust.
“Nice,” he said before removing it. “Hope your cunts nice and wet too, you’re going to need it. Follow me.” He said turning round and going to the back end of the shop. A curtain hung over a door way and the he held it aside, cocking his head at her for her to go through. Taking in a deep breath and knowing this would lead to trouble, she went inside.
********
The room was much larger than she had expected. She heard a bell rattle and the front door shut loudly. “Excuse Me,” the man who had led in said before leaving her alone. Steph looked around feeling completely out of her depth. To one side on the room, large lights were focused into a corner. They were shining on a bed and an old leather sofa. To the other side of the room, a dozen stools were laid out in a theatre style. The room was a stage and it wasn’t difficult to work out who was the star.
She nearly jumped out her skin when she saw a large blonde man sitting on one of the chairs at the back, holding up a magazine that showed two naked women holding each other’s breasts on the cover.
“And the slut comes,” he said, shutting the pages together and throwing the magazine onto a nearby stool.
She felt her cheeks redden in embarrassment. She looked at the ground and for a second, thought the wisest thing to do would be to blow this dump. Her mother’s jaw would drop to the ground if she heard her daughter had ever been in a place like this. She would be shocked but the excitement that warmed Steph’s blood made her stay exactly where she was, her curiosity getting the best of her.
The man stood up and walked over to her. He looked bigger than she remembered and she could see the muscles in his forearms popping out of the plain white T-shirt he wore. He reminded her a little of the old version of Thor. The one from the comics she collected as a kid.
“You going to behave for me?” he asked as he stopped right in front of her. Steph looked at the ground and nodded. Of course she would. Smelling the strong masculinity of this man who would be doing disgusting things to her shortly, she knew she would behave any way he wanted her to.
She nodded. She felt his hand wrap round her jaw as he pulled her face up to his. The blue of his eyes were incredibly piercing and for a moment she felt like she could fall straight into them.
The older man returned with someone behind him. He flicked some switches on the wall behind her and more bright lights light up the corner. “Take off your clothes,” Blondie said removing his hand from her chin. The new guy that had followed the shopkeeper sat himself down in the front row of wooden stools. He was middle aged with fat ring round the belly. She took an instant dislike to him.
“What are these people doing here?” she asked Blondie directly. As soon as she said it she knew she could see by his frown she’d said the wrong thing. “I didn’t invite you for a Q&A Stephanie. I asked you here because I want to treat you special like. Like you deserve.” Blondie replied in a deep voice. “Roger, anyone else coming or is this it?” he asked the shopkeeper. Roger shook his head. “Couple more on their way now!”
Blondie nodded and smiled down at
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