Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Meghan's heart pounded like a jackhammer in her chest as she followed Jack through the dimly lit corridors of the theater. The air was thick with the scent of old popcorn and a faint, cloying sweetness that she couldn't quite place. She wrinkled her nose, her mind a whirlwind of fear, excitement, and a thousand other emotions that she couldn't quite grasp.
The walls were covered in a faded, peeling wallpaper that looked like it hadn't been changed in decades. The light was poor, the bulbs flickering and casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to mock her with their unpredictability.
Meghan's steps faltered, her bare feet on the cold, cracked linoleum sending shivers up her spine. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hide her nakedness, but it was a futile gesture. She was exposed, vulnerable, and she knew it.
Jack led her to a large, heavy door at the end of the corridor. He pushed it open without so much as a knock, and Meghan was assaulted by a cacophony of sounds—moans, groans, the slap of flesh against flesh, the rustle of clothing being discarded. She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
What was she getting herself into? She could still turn back, still run away and pretend none of this had happened. But her body betrayed her, her nipples hardening and her pussy throbbing with a need she couldn't deny.
Jack noticed her hesitation and turned to face her, his expression stern. "Meghan, you're a big girl. You can handle this. Now, get your ass in there and show these men what you're made of."
Meghan drew a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She pushed the door open wider and stepped inside, her eyes widening at the sight that greeted her.