"Diary of a Nymphomaniac!"

"Diary of a Nymphomaniac!"

"Yeah," the fat man grins, winking at you before leering. "One of the best erotic films ever. All about a young girl who has a ton of sex. At least until she becomes a hooker."

You stand frozen on the spot, gaping at him, conscious of the guys behind you going silent. Your butt practically itches under the weight of their interested eyes.

"Uh... I..." Stammering you seize on the price, and blurt, "Sorry, I cant' afford it!"

Which is true, but unfortunately the guys who've been watching you decide to be 'gallant'. Or opportunistic.

"Hey, baby doll, that sounds like a real interesting movie. Howsabout we pay for ya to get in, babe?"

Hardly daring to look his way at first you're amazed to find that when you do you have to look way way way up to see him. You can practically see straight up his nose he's so tall. And close.

"Uh..."

"Make that six tickets. And her snacks and shit. Just add it to the bill," he tells the cashier, then turns back to you. "So, you waiting on someone, babe?"

"Uh..."

"Nevermind," he says, clearly writing you off as a bimbo, but it doesn't stop him from utilizing his height advantage to look down the front of your top. Not that it nets him much of a cleavage shot.

One of his friends, considerably wider than him (and at least two, maybe even three times your weight) steps to your other side. He's not as tall as his friend, so instead of having his hand on your bare shoulders like his buddy his hand is just above your ass.

"Hi," he says, and all you can think to do is to flash a quick smile.

They're already steering you deeper into the dark depths of the building when your mind clicks into gear.