The Bookstore - Sex Stories

The Bookstore

... free to come in whenever you like.” She waved goodbye, floated home, head bobbing about three metres above her body. She visited Stan’s shop the next day and then started going a few times a week. She’d come over after school and just hang out in the back room. He’d come to the door, do the secret knock, she’d jump up and let him in, he’d get some books and go out again. She felt very safe there. Soon she was going every day. Sometimes he gave her movies to watch, or brought her hot chocolate. She’d curl up and read in an armchair and sometimes her hand stole itself into her panties, but the door was locked, it wasn’t a big deal. He got a mini fridge and kept a few beers and ciders in it, and sometimes she nicked one, sipping while her mind crawled with sex and her fingers delved between her legs. One day when she’d skipped lunch, she drank two ciders too fast. With her mind unravelled a little, she got up and walked around the room, lights dancing under her eyelids. She thought she might watch a movie, maybe Stan had gotten Ratatouille on DVD like he’d said the other day. She saw a blank case.That’s weird, she thought. All the other cases were labelled. Curious, she pushed the disc in and pressed play. The quality was awful, grainy and spotty, but she could make out movement behind the static. Straining her eyes, she tried to focus on what was happening. Ah, that’s got to be a person, a girl, and she’s.. on her hands and knees.. and what- Sudden realisation. Like a punch to ...

... the stomach. Eyes shuttling from side to side. A knock on the door. The secret knock. She’s frozen. “Hello?” Knocking again. “You ok in there?” She tries to draw enough breath to speak. Still paralysed. “Um just hang on..” “Katy? What’s going on?” “Nothing I’m fine don’t come in.” The tv. He’ll see. Her brain is screaming at her stupid, uncooperative legs. “Open the door, Katy.” Keys rattling. “No, don’t-” Keys in the lock. He opens the door, steps in and closes it quietly, Surveys the scene, looks at her. Looks at the TV screen, where a very young, skinny girl is being mounted by a large Doberman. He smiles. The words rush out of her, she’s numb and terrified, and ashamed in a way that doesn’t make any sense. “Stan I’m sorry I just the tape and I watched it I didn’t mean to I’m sorry I’m so sorry I’ll just go” He just smiles. Blocking the door. He gently takes the remote from her. “How about we look at what’s on the end of the tape first, hm? Then you can decide if you still want to leave.” He presses fast forward and the images on the screen flicker past. Bondage. Gang rape. She swallows and the sound is loud in her ears. “Its getting late I have to go I’m cooking dinner tonight..” Her voice seems to be coming from very far away. He presses play. “Katy, look.” She looks at the screen dully. A girl in an armchair. Head thrown back a little, enough to see the underline of her jaw. Legs splayed a little. One hand holding a bottle, the other working furiously under her skirt. ...