It was a slow night at my part-time job in a movie theatre. One of many that occupied the month of March. It was that time where all of the award-nominated movies had left the theatre, and the summer blockbusters hadn’t been released yet. I was in box office, gazing out into the dreary, cloudy night. Every once in a while, someone would ask a question over the walkie-talkie that we were all required to carry, but it had been quiet for quite some time. I checked my phone. I still had an hour left before I could go home. I sighed, just as a text message popped up. It was him. He was currently one floor above me, working on whatever needed to be done by way of putting reels together.
“What would you be doing to me right now if it was after hours and we were the only ones here?†The question made me raise an eyebrow. There were currently two other people working right now, besides the two of us: the concessionist and a manager. This situation could be quite possible if I waited for the concessionist to leave since the manager would be caught up in her office, counting tonight’s profits. I thought about that for a second.
“I’d use some heavy duty duck-tape to hang you by your limbs on the coat rack in the break room. Then, I’d cover you in some sticky ICEE syrup and place a seed bag on top of you to weigh you down and really stretch out those shoulders.†I sent that and waited for a response. It was just then that I heard my manager call my name over the walkie-talkie. I answered, and she said that I’d be moved inside to work concession as well since the other girl didn’t feel well. I told her I’d get my things ready. I shut down the box for the night, and went out into the lobby. I waved at the departing girl, and then set up station at a new register. When I was ready, I checked my phone again.
“@_@†was all it said. I laughed at his use of that smiley. I had never seen it before I started talking to him. I didn’t reply, and instead went about my business of pre-closing. I was re-filling the seed as I heard someone approach behind me. It was him, of course. I waved the bag at him in a taunting way, and when he narrowed his eyes at me, I giggled and went to replace it. When I returned to the front, he was beginning to pull on some gloves to pull the disgusting, disintegrating black mats to the back room so that I could sweep. I smirked at his sucking up ways. I went up to him and grabbed the gloves. “Do it with your bare hands†I demanded, knowing that they’d be covered in black goo when he was done. “Or else.†He glared at me.
“Pshh, no, do it yourself then,†and he smiled as he turned away. I went up behind him and grabbed his side, so that he cringed at the tickle. I then smacked his ass, and pointed to the ground. “Don’t order me around,†I stated. “I know exactly where that tape is, so don’t make me put it to good use.†He groaned, but then proceeded to drag them as I had said. When he was done, his hands were indeed black, and it took him a long wash to get the majority of it off. He flicked some water drops at me as he passed back by, and I gasped, and swung around to smack his ass again. He yelped, but then disappeared without another word.
Closing time came and went without another word from him, and when I was done, I radioed my manager, telling her that I was heading home for the night. She confirmed that she had gotten the message, and so I climbed the stairs up to the break room. As I rounded the corner, I gazed into a mirror and caught his reflection. He was sitting in a chair waiting for me, and smiling like I couldn’t do anything to him. I ignored him as I put my things in a locker and clocked out. I then walked over to where he was sitting, and placed myself on his lap. I played with his hair for a minute or two, and he leaned his head back in relaxation.
When I was ready, I quickly stood up and yanked him by his arms so that he would rise as well. His eyes widened, but by that time, I had already used his momentum to push him back into the coat rack area. He slammed into some lockers, and I listened intently for any sign that my manager had heard. He struggled to push me back, but I leaned into him and kneed his balls when he wouldn’t cooperate. He cringed and moaned as he fell to the floor, and I lifted his arms up to the metal bar. I grabbed the tape that had been concealed under my apron, and wrapped one wrist around the bar. He tried to pull it out, but even with his weight straining the tape, it didn’t move. I grabbed his other wrist after that, and I slammed it up next to the other one. I reached down to smack his head when he tried to escape, and then when his arms were done, I started with his legs. Pulling one ankle up was a bit of a struggle, and it didn’t help that he was wildly squirming around. But with his crotch right next to my face, it was easy to scare him into submission when I showed my teeth snapping down. He got the message, and started to moan as his ankle was tied to the bar. That only left one other foot, and the bar squeaked as his weight was now dangling from it. When all of his limbs were secure, I stood back, and admired my work. Whenever he swung around, the bar would groan, so he stopped just in case he would fall down on to the hard tile floor with no way to catch himself. I grinned at him as I went back downstairs to get a drink.