Chapter 2

I quickly changed before joining Alex in the theater wing. This time I picked a different outfit—a dangerously short black pleated skirt that barely covered the bottom of my ass cheeks and a deep V-neck crop top that pushed my full breasts up high, the neckline plunging almost to my navel.

My nipples were still hard from the sofa encounter, poking obviously against the thin fabric. I knew exactly what I was doing. I had read the raw hunger in Alex's eyes at dinner. Picking investment film reels was just an excuse. My heart pounded with nervous excitement as I smoothed the skirt down my thighs. Tonight, I planned to let something happen with him in that private, soundproof theater. My pussy was already tingling at the thought of his hands on me, maybe even his thick cock.

The private theater was breathtaking. It was my first time really paying attention to the details. A massive floor-to-ceiling screen dominated the front wall, capable of immersive playback. Rows of extra-wide, luxurious recliner seats—big enough for two or even three people to stretch out comfortably—filled the room. Sophisticated lighting controls allowed everything from soft mood lighting to complete darkness. The air smelled of expensive leather and subtle cologne. It felt like a forbidden sanctuary built for secrets.

But when I pushed open the door, my stomach did a flip. Alex wasn't alone.

"Sophia, come meet Marcus," Alex said casually, his voice smooth as he gestured to the tall, powerfully built man standing next to him. Marcus had sharp, chiseled features, dark hair, and piercing eyes that immediately swept over my body. His gaze lingered hungrily on my deep cleavage and the short hem of my skirt. Alex's eyes did the same, both men drinking in my exposed skin.

"Nice to meet you, Sophia," Marcus said, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. Their combined stares made heat rush to my face and straight between my legs. I felt my pussy lips swell and grow slick almost instantly.

Alex handed me one of the film reels, his fingers deliberately tangling with mine in a slow caress. The touch lingered, electric. Marcus stepped closer on my other side, his muscular arm brushing against mine, his body heat pressing in. The light contact made my breath hitch. I was trapped between their tall, masculine frames, my short skirt suddenly feeling even shorter.

They guided me to the widest center seat. I ended up sandwiched tightly between them, my bare thighs pressed against their legs. Almost immediately, their large, warm hands settled possessively on my smooth thighs—one from Alex on my left, one from Marcus on my right. Their palms were heavy and hot, fingers resting high enough that I could feel the heat radiating toward my core. I clamped my legs together instinctively, but that only squeezed more wetness from my cunt. My private part was throbbing now, my folds slippery and my clit starting to ache.

The lights dimmed. The giant screen flickered to life. But instead of business or investment footage, explicit moans exploded through the surround sound system. A restricted, hardcore sex scene played out in vivid detail—a woman on all fours, getting fucked hard by two men, their thick cocks plunging into her cunt and mouth while she moaned like a slut.

"I-I think this is the wrong film," I stammered, my voice shaky with embarrassment and arousal. My cheeks burned. I stood up quickly, intending to change the reel.

In my haste, the metal film canister slipped from my fingers and rolled deep under the wide recliner seats. "Shit," I muttered, dropping to my knees and bending forward to reach for it. The position was completely compromising. Wearing this low-cut short skirt, my heavy breasts tumbled fully out of the deep V-neck as I leaned down. They swung heavily and freely, the soft, full flesh jiggling, my hard pink nipples completely exposed and brushing against the cool leather seat. At the same time, the short skirt rode all the way up my back, completely baring my round ass and my dripping wet pussy to both men behind me.

Cool air kissed my soaked private parts. My plump ass cheeks were spread slightly in this bent position, fully revealing my swollen, glistening pussy lips, the slick folds parted just enough to show my tight entrance and the glistening wetness dripping down my inner thighs. My clit peeked out, visibly throbbing. I froze there, mortified, knowing Alex—my stepdad—and his business partner Marcus had a perfect, unobstructed view of everything. My most intimate, shameful places were completely on display.

Oh my god… they can see all of it. My dripping cunt, my spread ass, everything. This is so humiliating… but why am I getting even wetter?

My heart hammered wildly. Shame and raw excitement warred inside me as I remained bent over, completely exposed, the explicit moans from the movie still filling the theater around us.