Chapter 11: Mr Cinema

Mr Cinema works as a cinema projectionist, operating the large machines that display movies on the screen when you go to watch with your friends. Photography is his hobby, although his Facebook mostly features pictures of event models.

Occasionally, he posts photos with local actors or actresses from the times he made cameo appearances in low-budget local dramas, usually as a passerby without lines.

One day, while chatting online, Mr Cinema suggested a secret tour of his workplace since his colleague was out of town. Excited by the idea of visiting a cinema's projection room for the first time, I agreed to meet him the next day. I dressed in a red tube top and black miniskirt, as I had a casting to attend later.

Mr Cinema gave me instructions on avoiding security cameras and where to meet him. When we met, he brought snacks and drinks, taking my hand as we walked up the stairs to the projection room. The thrill of sneaking around reminded me of the excitement of being caught by teachers while fooling around with a schoolmate in the girls' toilet.

Upon entering the room, Mr Cinema instructed me to find a seat while he prepared the movies. As I explored the room, I marveled at the large machines, cables, and server-like equipment, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the technical setup. The emptiness and eeriness of the place, with just the two of us, added to the excitement.

"Is it only one person working in this big room every day?" I asked.

"Not really. Usually, there will be three to four people, but since it's quite early today, only I will be around with you. Not to worry too much, as the other two usually arrive around 3pm to 4pm," Mr Cinema replied with his back facing me.

After about 15 minutes, Mr Cinema had completed his check and preparation. He then brought me to the viewing area where we could see the cinema below. The movie that was about to be shown was a comedy movie, but I couldn't remember the title.

Then, Mr Cinema started to tell me those old scary stories that had happened before in the room. I felt a bit scared as the content was quite frightening (shall not say out here as this is a sex story, not a ghost story).

"Don't say anymore, I'm scared," I asked Mr Cinema to stop.

However, Mr Cinema did not stop but made those ghostly sounds, which really frightened me more and made me feel like going to the ladies' room.

"Wow, the ladies' room is quite far from here as usually, only guys work here," Mr Cinema then showed me where to go. I wanted him to accompany me, but as he had to ensure the movie ran smoothly, I had to go by myself. It was a lonely corridor, and even though there were no security cameras, I felt a pair of eyes watching me from afar. I hurried up and located the ladies' room soon.

Inside the ladies' room, I felt even more scared as I recalled some of the details of the ghost stories Mr Cinema had told me. I was all alone inside the ladies' room, and the air was still with only the sound of my breathing. Just as I entered a cubicle, I heard some soft walking sounds outside, then it was silent.

My heart started to beat faster as I stood outside the cubicle, feeling scared to open the door by myself. Panic started to set in, but luckily, I had my phone with me. I quickly dialed Mr Cinema for help. Within 3 minutes, he rushed over and entered the ladies' room after ensuring no one else was around. He knocked on my door, "Cat, are you inside?"

With a sigh of relief, I opened the door.

"Why are you so cowardly?" Mr Cinema teased, laughing.

"It's because of you! You told me all those scary stories..." I pouted.

"Wow, it's been a while since I've been in the ladies' room," Mr Cinema commented.

"What? You've been in the ladies' room before? Why? Were you trying to peep at women changing?" I asked playfully.

"No, not to peep... just to make out with my ex-girlfriend," Mr Cinema replied, chuckling.

He then brushed my hair back and asked, "So, have you ever done anything with your boyfriend in the ladies' room before?"

I nodded, "Just some petting..."

"Are you daring enough to try more now?" he asked eagerly, trying to hug me.

"I don't want to... I'm shy..." I said, trying to avoid his embrace and head towards the exit. But he pulled me back into the cubicle and locked the door.

Mr Cinema began by kissing me gently on the side of my ears, trailing down to my neck. He then proceeded to kiss me on the lips. His hands were equally busy; he pulled down my red tube top and started to fondle my breasts. Soon, he began to lick them, while his fingers slipped down to my panties, beginning to finger me.

I was already wet from the situation, but feeling unsafe in the toilet, I stopped him. I asked him to take me back to the projection room instead after I adjusted my tube top. Upon reaching the projection room, Mr Cinema led me to a spot where we could still view the movie. The show had already started, and there were fewer than 20 people in the cinema since it was before noon.

The spot we found was the darkest in the projection room, which perhaps explained why the audience couldn't see us even if they stood up and turned around. I wanted to confirm this, but Mr Cinema began to act naughty again. He pulled down my tube top once more and started to fondle my breasts. This time, he acted more swiftly, pulling down my panties and his pants as well.

I began to play with his exposed cock, giving it a few sucks, though I had a slight sore throat. From his pant pocket, Mr Cinema pulled out a pack of condoms and asked me to put one on him. We kissed, and Mr Cinema instructed me to position myself by holding onto some grips on the wall. This allowed us to watch the show together while we made love.

He entered my pussy slowly in the darkness and began to pump me gently. I wanted to moan out loud but was afraid of alerting the audience or anyone passing by the projection room. However, Mr Cinema started to pump me harder and harder until I couldn't help but let out a big moan suddenly. (Apologies to those who might have accidentally heard it in the theater. I'm not too sure if the theater was soundproof or not).

We didn't watch the movie entirely since, partway through the show, Mr Cinema lacked the stamina and suggested we switch to the missionary position on the cold, hard floor instead. Nonetheless, it was still good sex. It was a happy ending to the movie by the time we finished our sex. But as he came on my boobs, I had to head back home in a cab to wash up again before heading to my casting.