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Violet stared absently at her coffee. Black. The calming aroma of the small riverside cafe did little to smooth her nerves. She took a sip. Bitter.
Usually Violet limited her caffeine intake in the evening, but tonight she would be needing the energy. Across from her, Alice nursed a latte. Extra sugar.
“I don’t know if I can do this.” Violet couldn’t tell if she was shaking from anxiety or coffee.
“You only begged me for months to take you out.” Frothy milk stuck to Alice’s upper lip like a creamy mustache.
“I’m scared. What if we run into someone we know? Someone I know?”
“I doubt it.”
Alice placed her hand comfortingly on Violet’s quivering thigh. They both wore matching stockings, the translucent black nylon followed the smooth lines of their calves, stopping at the fatty part of their thighs. The elastic band squeezed Violet’s legs as she fussed with the fringe, trying to force them up higher under her skirt. She wasn’t usually so risqué in public, but something about Alice made her want to do things— bad things.
“Okay, I need the rundown again. How are we getting there? Bus?”
“No. I already told you I arranged for a friend to drive us.”
“People will see us get in the car.” Violet's right foot twitched in staccato rhythm underneath the table.
“What’s suspicious about getting in a car?” A devious smile flickered across Alice’s lips.
“Well, we’re not exactly easy to miss. People will assume the worst if they see two girls in short skirts get into some old geezer’s hot-ride.”
“Vivi, are they really assumptions if they’re right?”
“Fair enough.” Violet took another swig of coffee to steady herself. Her face scrunched upon contact with the now lukewarm brew and unceremoniously set the ceramic mug on the hardwood table with disgust.
“Look, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I trust Herbert. He’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.”
“God, what an old person name. How old is he?” Violet nervously tapped the side of the mug with her fingers.
“No idea, but probably older than your grandpa,” she chuckled.
"That's quite the reach considering he's dead," the words cut out of Violet's mouth sharply; all the extra caffeine put her on edge.
Although Alice did little to comfort her, curiosity continued to eat away at her insides. Months of fantasizing finally culminated in this moment. And to be honest, Alice did look cute in that plaid skirt and skintight turtleneck. Knowing she only wore a skimpy pair of panties and a matching bra underneath almost made her forget how nervous she was.
“We should get going. He said he’d meet us at six.”
Hands jittering, Violet stood up, leaving her coffee unfinished. She hoped no one noticed the bare skin peeking out over her stockings. Unlike Alice, she wore a buttoned-up jean jacket for some modicum of modesty. Stepping outside, a cool autumn breeze teased the hems of their skirts.
Grabbing Alice by the hand, Violet took a deep breath and prepared herself.
"It’s not a walk of shame if you haven’t done anything,” she assured herself, but she knew that statement wouldn’t be true for long.
Only a block stood between them and the meeting point. For such a small street, shops and restaurants packed every nook and cranny. People turned to stare as they made their way through the early evening crowds.
Of course they stood out like a sore thumb. Violet’s face burned with embarrassment as she tried to avoid their penetrating gazes.
She shouldn’t have shaved yesterday. Now every step caused rough pubic stubble to rub uncomfortably against the fabric of her underwear like sandpaper, making it itch in the worst way. On the other hand, Alice seemed to enjoy the attention, giving Violet’s hand a comforting squeeze as they weaved their way to the main street.
“We can go back home if you don’t want to do this, Vi.”
“No!” Her fluttering heart threatened to burst into a million butterflies. “I want to. It’s just, I’ve never done this before.” Glancing down toward the pavement, she sheepishly trailed behind Alice.
“Just stay close to me. Do you remember our names?”
Violet gazed into Alice's large chestnut eyes, kind and caring. She knew she could trust her. A mix of confusing emotions swirled around her caffed-up mind.
“Um, you’re Scarlet, and I’m… I’m… I forgot.”
“Scarlet is for the other place. In this town I’m Starlet. Don’t you forget it— Vixen.”
“Right.” Violet, who was now Vixen, gulped as a white Toyota Camry pulled up in front of them.
Inside sat a plump elderly man wearing a plaid shirt and denim jeans.
“He looks like blue-collar Santa Claus,” Vixen whispered into Starlet's ear, and in a sense, he did.
What he lacked for in beard, he made up for with demeanor. His wrinkled mug highlighted kindly smile lines. Droopy grey eyes peered out under his weathered folds.
The only certain thing, Vixen thought, was neither of them were going to be on Santa’s ‘nice’ list this year.
“Starlet, long time no see!” A jolly voice greeted them as Herbert motioned for them to get in the back seat.
“Oh, Herb, I missed you.” Starlet pecked him on the cheek. Violet, or rather Vixen, quietly sat in the back, too tense to say anything.
“Who’s the young whippersnapper?” He revved the engine and began driving into the night.
“Believe it or not, my girlfriend. She says she wants to go to the movies.”
“Jeepers, Starlet. Is that why you haven’t been keepin’ an old man like me company?” He gazed at Vixen through the rearview mirror. “What're you called, missy?”
“Oh, um, Viole— I mean Vixen.” She flustered at forgetting her own name.
“Hoo boy, we don’t get much of your type here. Do you have a prick or a cunny?” Wrinkles melded together in long, chiseled lines in tandem with his grin.
“What?”
“You’ll find out later tonight, Herb.” Starlet came to the rescue.
For the rest of the car ride, Starlet stroked Vixen's arm reassuringly. After what felt like an eternity, Herbert drove into a back street, parked the car and killed the engine. Looking out the window, Vixen could make out a dark alleyway. Truth be told, she was no stranger to this smelly taint of the city’s underbelly.
When she first moved there a few years ago, she lived in a shabby apartment complex only five minutes away. One humid midsummer’s eve, she found herself lost in the maze of dilapidated buildings.
The dark cloak of night hid familiar landmarks, and street lamps were few and far between. Sweat uncomfortably soaked through her t-shirt as she wandered aimlessly. Sticky, on the verge of heatstroke and with a dead phone, she hopelessly tried to navigate her way back to the main strip. That is when she stumbled upon the theater.
The outside walls boasted movie posters of half-naked women, tits proudly on display. She remembered how shocked she felt. How could such blatant porn be out in the open like that?
Even more shocking, she ran into Alice (or Starlet) loitering outside. Earlier that day they both volunteered at the same community center as nameless companions. They didn’t exchange any words at the center and they didn’t exchange any words outside the theater. With shamefaced glances, they parted ways - very purposefully - in opposite directions. How could Violet (or Vixen) know they would meet again, much less date?
‘And to think Alice wasn’t lost that night…’
“Alright you two, no dilly-dallying. We only got til ten before they kick us out.”
A poster for Lustful Temptations: Wife Fucker IV lay nestled in a glass display case surrounded by flickering neon lights. Following Herbert’s lead, they stepped through the double doors to the great unknown
“Five dollars to enter. Extra three for balcony seating.”
If Vixen thought Herbert was old, the ticket master was geriatric. Propped up on a cushioned stool, he sat behind a tacky chrome booth reading a faded yellow newspaper. He barely moved. Quizzically looking at the catatonic staff member, Vixen began to wonder if they were in some sort of strange time capsule.
While Herbert went to pay for the three of them, Vixen took in her new surroundings. The once pristine red velvet floor of the foyer now sat matted and stained. A strange smell she couldn’t place wafted through the air. It probably didn’t get cleaned often.
“All right, in we go. You two are going to be the bee's knees.”
Stepping through another set of double doors, they entered the darkness.
The first thing Vixen noticed was the bathroom. No door to keep out prying eyes, a woman inside adjusted her wig. They made eye contact for a moment, but the bathroom woman merely checked the amount of lube left in her purse and adjusted her fishnets before strutting to the front of the theater, glaring at the trio as she did.
“Why does she look upset?” Slightly disappointed, Vixen tugged on Starlet’s arm.
“She’s a working girl. There’s an unspoken rule we don’t invade their turf.”
“Oh ho ho,” Herbert chuckled deeply as he overheard Vixen’s question. “Do you remember when that new girl started doing the ol’ rub and tug with the regulars, and Candy ripped off her wig? Hoo boy, the police almost shut the theater down that night.”
“You mean to tell me there are catfights here?” Vixen struggled to piece together how an epic battle of stilettos and nail extensions would play out in her head.
“You don’t need to worry about that.” A tingle traveled up her spine as Starlet’s hand brushed under her skirt.
“Stubborn old hag, that Candy.” With a wink, Herbert gestured for them to head deeper.
Purposefully not descending the steps leading to the collapsable felt chairs, Starlet and Herbert pinned Vixen against the railing looking down towards the seating.
Brushing a strand of hair from Vixen’s face, Starlet said, “Remember, you can back out any time.”
On-screen, a black and white porno played, its grey hues flickered over the mostly abandoned seats. About ten or so patrons sat crowded towards the center, and judging by the rustling of their silhouettes, lightly fapping to the film. The woman who might be Candy worked her way down towards the men to work her magic.
Vixen’s heart thumped. Each beat echoed through her eardrums like the pelting of a great timpani. Used condoms and poppers littered the floor while overtures of ass, lube and semen perfumed the air.
“Alice.” Her back pressed against the railings as she tried to kiss her lover.
“Who?”
“Oh, sorry.” Vixen’s legs threatened to give out under her, “Starlet, don’t leave my side.”
“Of course not.” Leaning in close, she gave Vixen a chaste kiss that melted her heart.
Placing one stockinged leg between her thighs, Starlet ran her hands under Vixen’s jacket, caressing her naked breasts underneath. Herbert watched on as they made out, their forms lit up against the backdrop of a vintage deepthroating scene.
Vixen got so lost in the kiss, she barely noticed Candy stuff a handful of bills into her bra and lead one of the men to the edges of the theater, leaving the other patrons without company.
Locking lips, they soon found themselves surrounded by curious onlookers. Herbert stood guard, making sure no one made an unwanted move. Hands teased Starlet’s legs, flipping up her skirt and caressing her panties. Trapped between Starlet and the railing, Vixen could only watch as regulars felt up her girlfriend in front of her.
From within the throng, a decrepit old man in his eighties or nineties hobbled over croaking out, “Need a rubber?”
With a lustful smile, he procured a condom as old as time from his wallet. It was as if he waited decades for this. The yellowed wrapper looked like it might crumble into dust at any moment.
“Tell him no!” Vixen did not trust that condom but found it hard to get the words out as Starlet rubbed her stockinged leg against her needy pussy. A wet spot formed on the bottom of her panties.
Despite the smell, despite the filth, Vixen couldn’t stop. She could feel her clit begin to throb as more hands inched ever nearer, stopping just short of her.
A large hand patted her shoulder.
“Enjoying the old stomping grounds?”
“Herb - mmph!” Starlet shoved her tongue deep in Vixen’s mouth, slipping her fingers under her skirt, and flicked her panties aside.
Bright pulses of light flashed over the couple as onlookers took out small pocket flashlights to get in on the action. Everyone could see and hear the obscene sounds coming from Vixen’s cunt as Starlet spread her legs and fingered her. Her juices joined the mystery concoction of other fluids that preceded her on the floor. A torrent of shame blazed through her at an alarming rate, but for some strange reason, the more people closed in on them, the wetter she got.
“I take that as a yes,” chuckled Herbert.
Eyes rolling to the back of her head, Vixen let Starlet edge her - apparently, the first floor was teasing only.
Stroking Starlet’s back, Herbert leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Onscreen, a masked man rammed the porno heroine's pussy while her husband sat tied to a chair.
“Vixen, what do you say we head to more premium seating?” Starlet removed her fingers from Vixen’s dripping cunt, her panties now completely ruined with her arousal.
Pupils dilated, face flushed, heart racing— Vixen nodded, "Take me."
“Good. Now clean me up.”
In front of the crowd, Vixen slid Starlets glistening fingers into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the slender digits. Coppery musk filled her as she sucked and licked until her taste permeated every part of her being. Nothing turned on Vixen more than tasting her own cunt-juice. She forgot for a moment the eagerly watching patrons, many stroking themselves while enjoying the show.
Even Herbert almost neglected his lookout duties… almost.
With Starlet grabbing one hand and Herbert the other, they led Vixen back past the bathroom and returned to the foyer. Every step squelched as they trudged through decades of filth while her soaked panties rubbed against her shaved pussy.
“Oy, old codger!” Herbert snapped the ancient ticket master to attention, “Stop reading last year’s news and give us three for the balcony.”
Behind them, patrons filed out from the theater rustling through their wallets looking for cash. The ticket master raised a solitary, bushy eyebrow. The theater usually wasn’t this busy.
Herbert went to pay, leaving a very hot and bothered Vixen in the hands of one devious Starlet.
Nuzzling her hair, Starlet asked, “Are you doing okay?”
Warm breath raked against her face. On one hand, she felt embarrassed. But for a reason she couldn’t pin down, the more humiliated she felt under these old men’s lecherous gazes, the more her legs felt like jelly, and the more painfully her clit swelled.
She needed release, but she got the feeling the patrons of this theater liked to play with their food first.
Slender fingers worked their way over Vixen’s jean jacket, unclasping each button one by one. A burst of frigid air played over her naked breasts as they were exposed in the foyer for the hungry guests to devour.
“Look at them,” Starlet whispered in her ear. She pulled Vixen’s arms behind her back so their audience could get a good view of her hardening nips.
Cheeks ablaze with humiliation as her partner - her lover - degraded her in front of all these men so they could jack off their geriatric cocks, she winced. She tried to close her eyes, but her lustful desires betrayed her, bubbling over from beneath her ruined panties. Bright fluorescent lights of the foyer glinted off her cum glazed inner thighs as she squirmed under Starlet’s tight grasp.
Before the patrons could get close enough to touch, Starlet pushed Vixen up the stairs to the balcony. Her own arousal became apparent as her girl-cock expanded, nudging Vixens thighs through her panties, threatening to let loose. The men followed them like the pied piper, chasing notes of carnal music.
Shuffling into the front and center row of filth covered seats, Vixen asked, "Where’s Herbert?”
“Probably busy keeping your new fans in check.”
Cautiously flipping down the sticky cushion, Vixen sat down, grimacing as unidentified remnants rubbed against her exposed thighs. Stretching her legs to show off her stockings, Starlet already made herself at home.
The black and white porno progressed to a femdom scene with the heroine spanking her cucked husband, but by this point, no one paid attention to the film.
Glancing towards the back, Vixen made out a group of men sucking and stroking each other off in the theater’s dark depths, their gargles and moans barely audible over the porno's audio.
“And who are they?” Vixen asked incredulously.
“Different genre. Just ignore them.” Lifting up her own skirt, Starlet showed off her poorly tucked cock, already pressing against the edges of the skimpy fabric.
Herbert and the rest of the men scrambled up the stairs, filling the seats on both sides of the two girls.
“How far are you willing to go, Vixen?” It was a statement, not a question.
Teasing up the hem of Vixen’s skirt, Starlet made sure everyone could get a good view of her nylon stockings and glistening thighs.
“I - I -” Even in the darkness, her face flushed a deep shade of scarlet, “I just don’t want them to fuck me.”
“How about all their dirty fingers rubbing your filthy slit?”
Trembling, Vixen wanted to hide beneath her shame, but she knew what she really wanted. It’s why she made Starlet drag her all the way to the city’s putrid asshole.
“Yes.” The word barely left her quaking lips.
“Good." Smiling gently, Starlet said, “Let’s show these men how two girls have fun.”
Another kiss, but also a hand motion to Herbert to let him know Vixen was now on the menu.
To be continued...
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