Lacey eyed the garish neon “Sex Cinema” sign with mixed feelings. The words were repeated in Chinese and several other languages beneath the flashing marquee, and they reminded her that she was in a foreign country and should be excited about trying something new. Jeff, her boyfriend, was certainly excited enough for the both of them. But the place looked grungy and she couldn’t help but wonder what sort of people would patronize such a place.
Reluctantly, she allowed Jeff to pay their way and watched him fish some American dollars out of his wallet and hand them over to the ancient Chinese man behind the glass at the ticket booth. He grinned toothlessly at them and nodded, gesturing for them to enter.
She trailed after Jeff, pulled along by their joined hands as he eagerly entered the derelict-looking building, passing other ‘movie’-goers, coming and going. The clientele looked to be pretty nationally balanced, and Lacey figured the cinema was like a seedy tourist attraction. “This is going to be great,” he promised.
Lacy chewed on her bottom lip. She was less certain. Sure, she liked sexy movies as much as the next person, and she and Jeff had even had sex while watching pornos before, but that was alone and in the privacy of their own homes. She wasn’t sure how she felt about other people being around.
And there were indeed other people around. The theatre wasn’t overly large, but Lacey had to peer hard into the deep gloom to make out the figures of the other late-night adventure seekers sitting sporadically throughout the dark room. There was plenty of space between each solitary figure, and instead of the traditional stadium-styled, comfortable seats to which Lacey was accustomed in America, the chairs were simple folding pieces, set in wide rows.
Jeff led her down one such row, and they sat down, joining the other nameless, faceless watchers in the audience. On the screen a well-endowed black man was fucking a moaning Asian girl who looked absolutely tiny in comparison. She didn’t exactly look as if she were completely enjoying the experience, and Lacey could sympathize. The ‘actor’s’ cock was huge, and it wasn’t as if it was meant to go where he was putting it right now. But his hands were gripping her hips tightly as he took her from behind, and there was something undeniably erotic about the image and the sounds they were making. Lacey wasn’t surprised to feel Jeff’s hand – the one not wrapped around her shoulder – land on her bare knee and begin rubbing its way up her thigh. The man was a horn-dog!
Attraction and guilt warred within her. Lately she’d been less than satisfied in her relationship with Jeff. They’d been together for five months, now. He was a good lover, and very attentive, but she just didn’t feel as if they were ever going to move on from this same level. There was no excitement in their love life. Everything was very straightforward and they’d only ever had sex in like, three positions.
There was no one else, but if she was honest with herself he just didn’t really turn her on. If she’d loved him, she could probably have lived with it, but she just didn’t. In fact, she’d almost broken it off with him a few times in the past month, but then this trip had landed in his lap and he’d automatically assumed she would come with him. Now Lacey felt as if she couldn’t break up with him. They were alone together in another country, and he’d insisted on paying for most of the expenses. How could she do it, now?
Pushing down her guilt, Lacey allowed Jeff to continue stroking her leg. When he pulled her closer with the arm around her shoulder she obediently let him kiss her deeply, feeling his hand raise to fondle her breast through the thin, spaghetti-strap tank-top she wore. Being a B-cup had its advantages in that she didn’t always have to wear a bra, and the heat outside had had her stripping down to the bare essentials. Her mid-thigh length skirt covered only a pair of panties, and flip-flop-style sandals rounded out the ensemble. It was even too hot to wear her shoulder-length hair down; right now it was in a messy bun at the back of her head. Stray wisps had escaped, however, and she felt them brush tantalizingly against her neck as Jeff moved on to suck lightly there. He moaned her name between kisses, his voice passionate.
Lacey bit her lip again. The guilt was back. So far she’d managed to avoid having sex with him on their stay in China, but she didn’t know how long she could keep it up. He was obviously feeling very amorous. Luckily, she had a good excuse at the moment. “Jeff, stop,” she said, pushing him away gently. “All these people…”
“They can’t see anything, it’s too dark in here,” he retorted. “Come on, baby. I just want to touch you.”
His hand began to snake up her skirt again, and she twisted her legs away. “Not here!”
Jeff sighed in exasperation, and Lacey thought she heard him mumble something that sounded like, “Not anywhere!” under his breath. But after a moment he seemed to recover himself and his tone was light again. “How about this, baby. They’ve got private rooms, where we can watch anything we want. It’ll be just like when we watch them at home, and we’ll be all alone.”
“And I’m sure they’re really clean,” Lacey said with a bite of sarcasm, though she was startled by his suggestion. She would never have imagined Jeff could suggest such a thing.
To her surprise, Jeff laughed. “In a place like this? I’m sure they aren’t. But it’s not like we’re going to catch anything, just touching each other. Come on, baby,” and here his voice turned persuasive. “I just want to be together with you. I’m starting to feel like I’m the only one who wants that.”
Lacey felt her resolve melting. It wasn’t his fault that she just wasn’t feeling it anymore. And it might be interesting to be in a totally unfamiliar place. Maybe Jeff was willing to try some new things, after all.
Relenting, Lacey started to rise. “Okay, we…”
“Wait!” Jeff said, pushing her back down and standing himself. “I’ll go pay for the room. You just stay here for a few minutes and keep watching. I want you all hot and bothered by the time we get to the room.”
She couldn’t make out his triumphant grin through the murk, even from just a foot or two away, but she could hear it and smiled back. “All right.”
When he left, she turned back to the cavorting images on the screen, feeling a little more receptive to the whole thing. Maybe Jeff was finally opening up. Maybe it didn’t have to be over.
She watched as the man on the screen pulled out of the petite Asian woman and came on her back. Then there was a rough patch of film where it had been spliced together – badly – and a new film started just as Jeff came back to sit down beside her. “Lacey,” he whispered, and she felt his hand touch her shoulder. She rose, but was surprised when he sat again and pulled her into his lap.
“Jeff!” she squeaked, trying to keep her voice down. “I thought we were going to a room?”
“In a minute,” he whispered back. “Let’s watch this one, first.”
He pulled her firmly against him, her back to his front, so that she could watch the movie, too. A “roughie” was being acted out on the screen, and Lacey forgot her worry as she became involved in the scenario. It was a cliché, but then what porno wasn’t? The blonde woman on the screen expressed dismay when she saw police lights in her rear view mirror, but pulled over as required. In short order the male cop had her out of the car and leaning against the hood while he checked her credentials. Then, of course, there was some reason why he had to frisk her. The innocent woman clearly felt uncomfortable, but what could she do?
As the cop reached his hands around to inappropriately grope the woman’s breasts, Jeff mimicked the action on Lacey. Only this time she didn’t push him away. She was turned on by the movie, but also by this hint at a new side to him. The Jeff of the past five months would never have suggested they have sex in a private room at a sleazy sex cinema. He would certainly never be touching her the way he was, now, filling his palms with her breasts and kneading them while breathing hotly against the back of her neck. Not in a room full of people, surely. She wanted to see how far he would go.
And so she let him adjust her so that her bottom rubbed against his erection when the cop on the screen began grinding his against the woman bent over the hood of her car. Lacey let him hike her skirt up like the cop did to the woman in the movie, and she gasped in unison with her when Jeff rubbed her with his fingers over her panties. Her knees parted almost on their own accord.
“Mmmm,” Lacey moaned softly, quietly, as he pulled the crotch of her panties aside and dipped his fingers inside, running them up and down between her pussy lips. His other hand pulled down the left strap of her top, exposing her breast to the open air of the theatre as the man on the screen ripped the woman’s blouse open and began kneading her breasts while she struggled against his strong form behind her.
Lacey didn’t think she’d ever been so turned on in her life. She hadn’t known this kind of movie would arouse her, and she still couldn’t get over Jeff doing all of this in public, even if the theatre was so dark that no one could see what they were doing. Her mind was blown when Jeff slowly inserted a finger inside her and stroked her in time with the thrusts of the cop who was now raping the woman on the screen. The ‘acting’ – if you could call it that – was atrocious, but the images were incredibly hot, and Lacey felt a flush break out all over her skin. God, she wanted to be fucked like that, right now.
She grabbed Jeff’s hand, stilling his movements on her body. “Let’s go to the room,” she whispered.
“Follow me,” he whispered back, and let her slide off his lap and readjust her clothing before taking her hand and leading her down the aisle.
Glad Jeff knew where he was going, Lacey blindly followed him as he made a few turns in the labyrinthine hallways. If it weren’t for their joined hands, she would easily have gotten lost. Finally they arrived at a door, and Jeff opened it for her. She tripped inside, just as blind as she had been outside, and waited for him to turn on the lights. But he didn’t.
“Jeff?” she called out, and then she felt him behind her, his hands gripping her shoulders.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he said, his voice harsh and low in the darkness. “You liked watching him force her.”
Lacey’s heart beat furiously, pounding in her ears in the otherwise sensory-deprived room. “Jeff, what are you…”
“Maybe that’s what you need,” he interrupted, and then shoved her. She didn’t have the chance to fall, though, because he never let go. He just shoved her forward, then turned her when they came to some sort of partition. Lacey could still see absolutely nothing, and brought her hands up before her face to save her from running into anything. A startled yelp escaped her lips as Jeff whirled her around again and slammed her against what felt like a metal door. She had the sense that they were now in some sort of enclosure within the dark room.
“Jeff, what is going on!” she demanded, but she wasn’t really afraid. Sure, she’d been working up to breaking up with him, but he didn’t know that. And she knew he would never hurt her, really.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said in that same, dangerous voice. “Whether you want it, or not.”
Once again, Lacey had mixed feelings at his words. Anger and arousal flooded her. Anger because she wasn’t exactly fond of his domineering attitude. Arousal because this was something new. This was exciting. Things like this were what was missing.
But before she had the chance to make up her mind about how she felt about all of this, he shoved her forward again until she was pressed against the cool metal of the door. His hands snatched the straps of her tank top and dragged them down over her shoulders, pulling her top down to her waist. Now her naked breasts brushed against the chilly metal, provoking an erotic reaction from her nipples.
Jeff groped her exposed breasts with one hand, while his other pulled at the hem of her short skirt, yanking it up over her backside and hips. His breath was a heavy pant in her ear, and her own was similar as she swooned from his forceful attentions. She wanted to tell him to stop, but only so that he could ignore her pleas and fuck her anyway. She was afraid to say it because he would stop. Damn, but if she’d known he could be like this she would have discussed safe words with him, first.
As it was, Lacey couldn’t resist struggling a little bit when he reached for her panties. It was just so fucking hot, the way he jerked her forward, hard, and yanked them off her. God, then his hands were all over her, all over her body, touching her everywhere. She could imagine the picture they made, her mostly naked, leaning forward with her hands bracing against the metal door. Him, still fully-clothed, leaning into her from behind, crowding her and overwhelming her with his lust. But in the dark all she could do was feel.
And hear.
The sound of his zipper was sharp, and then there was a rustling as he freed himself from his confining underwear. A moment later she felt the heat of his erection a split-second before it pressed between her thighs from behind.
“Struggle,” he whispered.
Oh God, yes, she thought, and pushed back against him, trying to throw him off balance. “No!” she cried out, but not too loud. “Stop, please! Don’t do this.”
He shoved her again, wrestling her into position. His left hand covered her mouth roughly, permitting only muffled sounds as his other hand guided his swollen dick to the hot, wet entrance between her legs. She felt his head enter her, then his entire length in one, accurate jab.
She allowed herself to moan loudly, secure in the knowledge that his hand covering her mouth would keep the sound from traveling outside their room. Then she moaned again, because it was so erotic, just the whole idea of him fucking her with his hand over her mouth.
Jeff moaned, too, and bit down on her neck like an animal claiming its mate. He held the bite as he withdrew from her and shoved inside again, and again, and again.
Lacey breathed through her nose as he continued violating her from behind. His intrusion into her, the primal position and his possessive bite were all doing things to her that she’d never experienced before. She felt utterly wanton; all she could think about was him giving it to her as hard as possible. Hoping that maybe if she struggled a bit more he’d respond with more force, Lacey pushed back against him and tried shifting her legs as if she was going to try and run away.
He pushed her forward again, hands bruising her hips and arms as he put her where he wanted her. Then one arm snaked around her to squeeze her tightly, keeping her there. His other hand stayed on her hip, keeping her steady as he began pounding into her, hard.
Lacey thought about the cop and the woman he’d pulled over, in the movie they’d just been watching. The way he’d pushed her down over the hood of her car and hiked up her dress before penetrating her while she squirmed and pleaded with him to stop. Mmm, God, the image alone was enough to get her off. Actually acting out something similar was amazing.
His arm around her waist pinned her arms, as well, so her entire front was pressed to the metal door, her head turned to the side. Her eyes saw nothing in the darkness, but she felt her heels lifting off the floor with each thrust, pulling away from the soles of the flip-flops. He was so deep inside her, over and over again. The wet slide of him pushing into her body was maddening.
Since her mouth was free, Lacey tried to keep her whimpers quiet. Behind her, Jeff’s grunts were barely audible, as well. She was grateful for both things when she suddenly heard another sound…the door to their room opening!
They both froze, with him still buried deep inside her, and Jeff raised his hand from her hip to cover her mouth again. As if she needed the reminder!
Lacey knew that it had been dark out in the theatre proper, but she hadn’t realized that their private room was quite so devoid of light altogether until the room brightened by a shade. Then she heard the sound of shoes shuffling against the floor as someone entered the room.
Amidst irate thoughts about why the room wasn’t locked, Lacey was never more shocked in her life when the intruder spoke.
“Lacey?” Jeff asked. But not from behind her. Oh no. From the doorway!
Everything clicked. The way ‘Jeff’ had kept his voice low and in whispers, the way she’d not been able to see his face in the gloom, the way he’d kept her turned away from him. It was some fucking stranger taking advantage of Jeff’s absence when he went to get the room! Some fucking pervert had led her here so he could fuck her.
The real Jeff called out again. “Lacey, are you in here?”
The man behind her, inside her – whoever he was – leaned forward and whispered so quietly that she could barely hear him. “Tell him he should go back and watch the movies. Tell him you’ll be out in a few minutes.”
Was he insane? She wasn’t going to say that!
A moment later, however, the stranger moved his hand down from her mouth to her throat, squeezing painfully for a second before relaxing his hold. The hand stayed there, and Lacey understood the message. It could get very bad for her if she didn’t do what he said.
“Y-yeah, I’m here, Jeff.” she answered, stuttering when the stranger slowly pulled out and then just as slowly pushed inside her again. Oh God, he was going to keep fucking her while she talked to Jeff through the door!
Suddenly the lights flickered on, and Lacey blinked furiously against the bright glare. “Are you okay?” Jeff wanted to know. “Why were the lights off?”
Abruptly, Lacey realized she was in the bathroom. In fact, she was in one of the bathroom stalls. “I…I didn’t know where…the light switch was,” Lacey panted, trying to sound as normal as possible as the stranger resumed fondling her body while continuing to fuck her slowly.
“Well, I got our room, are you coming?” Jeff asked. Lacey bit her lip miserably as she was forced to answer her boyfriend’s questions while a complete stranger ravished her from behind in a bathroom stall. And the question was absurdly cruel, as her rapist had begun flicking her right nipple with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. If he didn’t stop, she would be coming. There was no turning it off, now, after she’d been thoroughly enjoying herself for the past ten or fifteen minutes.
“I’ll be…out in a few minutes, baby,” Lacey gasped. “Just go…go back and watch the movie. I’ll be there.”
In slowly. Out slowly. Back in, slowly. The friction added to the overwhelming sensations building in her, and suddenly the lurking orgasm took her over in waves…exquisite waves of pleasure radiating out from where their bodies were joined, forcing her vaginal muscles to clamp down on his invading cock as she balled her hands into fists and bit down on her lip, fighting not to cry out in pleasure.
Mere feet away from her unknowing boyfriend, Lacey climaxed in the bathroom stall as the stranger continued to rape her.
Jeff sounded indecisive. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Trembling as she came down from the orgasm, Lacey forced her voice to remain steady. “I’m fine. I’ll be out soon.”
“All right, baby. Don’t leave me out there alone too long!”
With that, Lacey heard the door swing shut again and let out a huge, shuddering breath.
“Felt good, didn’t it?” her rapist taunted her from behind as kept thrusting into her. “I felt you come on my dick. I knew you were hot for it, you slut.”
His hands rubbed over her breasts possessively, his palms rasping over her erect nipples before he gently squeezed and rolled them between his fingertips. Shame washed over her, and suddenly she couldn’t bear him touching her. Couldn’t bear the feeling of him inside her. “Please stop,” she sobbed, obscenely echoing her words from earlier when she’d thought this had all just been an exciting role play. Now, she struggled for real. “Please don’t do this! Please!”
“Too late now, slut,” he said, driving himself all the way inside her and holding himself there for a long minute. “I’m already inside you. You may as well enjoy it.”
Lacey’s head lowered in defeat as he began thrusting in earnest again, banging her repeatedly into the stall door until she braced herself on her forearms. Both of his hands grasped her hips, now, and he pulled her back against him as he drove into her over and over.
She had no idea how long she stood like that, body moving with his will as he acted out his lust on her, and in her, until finally he groaned deeply and shuddered, and she felt him throbbing hotly inside her when he came.
He stayed that way for a few more minutes, breathing heavily and stroking her naked back. The stranger’s hands strayed to the front of her torso, caressing her breasts while they both came down. Then he slid out of her and she heard him putting himself away.
His hands brushed her sides and shoulders as he brought the straps of her tank top back up to cover her, and then he smoothed her skirt down over her hips again. “Sorry about your underwear,” he said from behind her, and she realized that she still had no idea what her attacker looked like. “They ripped when I pulled them off you…I guess you’ll have to pretend that you came out tonight without wearing any, when you and your honey get in that room.”
He sounded amused, and Lacey shut her eyes. She couldn’t tell Jeff about this. She couldn’t ever. How could she explain that she’d thought someone else was him? That it was him fucking her? That she hadn’t been able to tell the difference, and thought he was just acting out of the ordinary? She couldn’t stand the look that would be in his eyes.
The stranger reached past her to unlock the stall door, then pushed her forward, out of the stall. “I’d advise you to clean up a bit, before you go back out there,” he joked, giving her a last tweak between her legs where his cum was slowly leaking out of her. Feeling more humiliated than she ever had in her life, Lacey leaned with both hands on either edge of the jutting white sink and looked into the mirror above it. She caught only the barest glimpse of her rapist in the mirror before he ducked out of the room, and she was left staring only at her reflection. It had been too fast...if she saw him on the street she wouldn't know him.
In shock, unable to completely grasp the magnitude of what had just happened, Lacey woodenly washed up at the sink, patted herself dry, and then headed out of the bathroom. There was no one around that she could see. The stranger had disappeared.
Slowly she made her way back to the theatre room. On the screen, a man was fucking a much younger looking woman on a couch in the afternoon while she begged him to stop because her husband would be coming home soon.
Suddenly a hand landed on her waist and pulled her around. A tall, warm body pressed against her front, revealing a bulge in the man’s pants that pressed insistently against her abdomen. “So, you ready to go to our room, baby?” Jeff asked.
* Note: This story was inspired by several scenes from a (truly horrible and eye-roll-worthy) movie called “Live Feed”. Nothing plot-wise that happened in this story happened in the movie, but the images were enough to spark the idea.
