"Get dressed."
"Dressed?"
"Yes, dressed."
"But ... Sir, aren't you going to fuck me? Don't I deserve to be fucked silly, Sir?"
"First of all, you don't deserve anything. Fuck toys earn what they need. Fuck toys work for their rewards."
"Yes, Sir."
"And secondly, how can I fuck you silly if you already are so silly and dim?"
Her pussy squelches.
God, how does he know just what to say to make her want to devote her life to him?
"Sir, as always, you make sound observations."
A smile forms in the corner of her mouth.
"Let me just get back into my jeans, Sir."
Whack.
The short, crisp sound of his palm connecting with enormous force with her buttocks, followed by her involuntary gasp, reverberates in the small cubicle.
Her buttocks burn as if she had sat down on a hot coal.
"Don't be obstinate."
She contemplates exactly that but decides against pushing things further. She needs to get fucked. Badly. As nice as his stinging palm felt on her butt, she has to focus on the priority that is the aching in her loins.
She quickly slips into the dress.
Seth scoops up her underwear, clothes and shoes and leads the way to the check-out counter.
Minutes later they are back in the main passage of the mall, her clothes now in a shopping bag slung over Seth's shoulders and the butt plug and vibrator, amazingly, still inside her.
He leads her down the escalator into the basement of the mall, where the cinemas are situated. Given the hour of the day, the cinema complex is empty of life.
"Are we going to watch a movie now, Sir?"
Seth squeezes her hand hard.
"Stop being silly, Fuck Bunny."
He stops at an electronic ticket machine. He flips through the movies, finds one that has already started and has no tickets sold.
"Perfect."
"Fast and Furious 17, Sir?" She says, "Pardon my forwardness, Sir, but the movie choice doesn't seem to fit your character."
"Don't worry about it Fuck Bunny. You will not be watching the movie. The only thing you are going to see is a fast and furious cock. Perhaps stars too, and I don't mean Vin Diesel."
The vibrator in her pussy goes berserk. She doubles over, trying desperately to clench the frenetically shifting toy and hold it inside her. She doesn't have the time or the capacity to think what the guy, who takes their ticket at the door to the cinema section, must think of her.
"Enjoy the movie." The man says in a tone that makes it clear that he has said that sentence so many times that it is as meaningless and empty as a good fuck toy's mind.
"I am sure she is going to love it." Seth says.
He pushes the heavy swing door to cinema number 9 open, and lets her pass him, into the dark passage that runs behind the seats.
"Stop."
She stops.
"Take it off."
Fuck. Here?
As if having read her mind he says, "Yes, right here."
"But ... Sir, what if there is somebody in the cinema?"
"What difference would that make, Fuck Bunny?"
"What if they see me, naked, Sir."
"What if Fuck Bunny?"
She does not answer.
What if, indeed. She feels that crazy, heady, woozy feeling of recklessness that she had felt in the dressing cubicle.
"If anyone is in there, and if they see you, it will just confirm to them what you and I already know ... that you are just grade A fuck meat."
Her pussy squelches again.
Fuck, how does he know to say the things he does?
She lifts the dress over her shoulders, over her head and hands it to him.
"Very good." He says. "Lead the way."
She steps slowly forward but stops dead in her tracks when, a second later, she is bathed in light. Seth has turned his phone flashlight on and the beam of light now exposes her nudity as if a spotlight is aimed directly at her.
Fuckity, fuck, fuck!
Is he for real?
She is both petrified and wetter than an ocean.
"Go on Fuck Bunny. I'll make sure you don't stumble and fall in the dark."
"How chivalrous of you."
