Free The Cinema Girl (The Girls) by S R Vicente Page A

freely. Anyone turning round would have been able to catch a view of her exposing herself. The hand slapped her tit and this time, she resisted the urge to cry out.
    “You are a slut and you deserve to be treated like one,” the man’s voice whispered. It was deep and gruff and she felt helpless. The hand moved away and returned a moment later holding a small card. “You will listen”, he said.
    She looked down and took the card. A second later she heard the seat creak as he got up. Turning round all she could see was his back as he walked away in the dim light. What she could make out was a well-built man with longish blonde hair and a wide back. He was wearing what looked like dark jeans and cowboy style boots.  He opened the door and left. Just like that. Steph realised that she had a bare breast hanging out her T-shirt and she quickly pulled up her strap. She squinted in the poor light as she tried to read the card he had pushed into her hand. There was a hand written note on it. Putting it close her face she could just make out the words if she tilted it towards the light from the screen.
    It read, “16 Red Drive at 16:00 tomorrow - Whores to arrive promptly.” She frowned at what this could mean. He excited her and it had been so long since someone had touched her like that.
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    One of her high heels caught itself between cobbles and for a moment Steph felt like she was going to go sprawling over face first. It felt utterly strange to be going along with this crazy nonsense but what the hell, she had decided earlier. Why not? It was late the following day and like usual, she had no other plans. She knew few people outside of work. She had looked up the address the night before and after finding out it was just a shop in central London, she decided to do it. The little trip seemed safe enough.
    It was a hot day so she hadn’t bought a coat along. Wearing a tight skirt and a frilly shirt with heels that she struggled to walk on cobblestones with, she hobbled down Red Drive nearing the shop. When she reached it she wasn’t really surprised although she hadn’t really known what to expect. A red sign with black gothic letters read “The little shop of Sex” at the top. Red Drive itself was a little shabby and run down. She stood looking up at the sign and let out a sigh. She didn’t know what she was getting herself into but she felt like an adventure. She wanted some excitement in her life again. It had been too long so what the hell.
    She took a deep breath and swung the beaten door open. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness on the shop as she stepped down into it. A small counter ran the length of the shop to her right and several aisles of shelves ran to her left.
    From where she stood, she could see the nearest aisle was brimming with whips, chains, cuffs and huge dildos that she could never see fitting inside a normal sized woman. A man was sitting behind the counter wearing half a smirk and a sweat stained shirt. She nodded and smiled at him, not knowing what she was supposed to do.
    “Can I help you Miss,” the man asked. He was greying and overweight with tattoos that ran up his arm ending at his neck. Steph didn’t find that sort of thing appealing on older people and the nose ring he wore screamed of being too young for him.
    She walked over to the shopkeeper, unable to take her eyes off the bizarre arrangement of whips that were haphazardly arranged behind him. Some of them were thin and long made of leather while others were as thick as her arm.
    “I’m looking for someone.” she replied, not knowing how else to say what she was after and immediately felt stupid. What else could she have added to that? She was after a man who had fondled her in the cinema yesterday and did he know of him. Steph didn’t even know his name! What did she want from him exactly? More groping, more fondling!
    The shopkeeper’s half-cocked grin opened up wide as though some switch had just