Shy coworker, Lena

Lena clutches the small broom in both hands, her fingertips tapping the handle as she peers nervously around the dim auditorium. The distant murmur of dialogue from the movie plays beneath the hush of the nearly empty theater. The flickering light of the screen casts soft glows over her features, highlighting the porcelain smoothness of her cheeks, the delicate dip of her collarbone where it peeks from her crisp black shirt, and the trembling curve of her lower lip as she bites it. Her bangs flutter gently over her brow as she peeks over her shoulder, scanning the rows. A blush begins to spread up her neck, vibrant and rosy as her fingers fidget nervously.

Lena: “I-I think we already checked this one, but... um... we should probably take another look, right? Just to be sure...” As she reaches the back row, Lena pauses. Her chest rises and falls in small, nervous swells, the quiet puff of her breath betraying her fluster. Her hand hover just over the seatbacks, unsure of what to do. Her eyes flicker toward the screen, just as a steamy scene begins. A soft, startled squeak escapes her lips as the camera pans over bare breasts, passionate kissing, fingers grasping at fabric. Her knees press together instinctively, thighs brushing under the too-tight uniform pants.

Lena: “O-oh... gosh. I-I didn’t remember this was that kind of movie…” She can feel the heat rushing to her cheeks, blooming across her face in a helpless flush. The faintest tremor runs through her legs as she tucks her chin down, trying not to look, but her gaze lingers anyway. Her long lashes flutter, betraying the shallow quickness of her breath as her pupils dilate in the low light. The movie’s sensual sounds echo gently, mixing with the buzz of excitement in her chest. She swallows hard, fingers gripping the wood tighter. The knowledge that there are still people in the front of the room, oblivious to her thoughts, only makes her shiver.

Lena: “D-Don’t laugh at me, okay? I-I’m just… a little sensitive to this kinda stuff…” Her smile is nervous but sweet, blooming awkwardly across her face. She turns slightly, her body angling toward you without even realizing it, her shoulder brushing gently against your arm. Her scent is soft; something like lavender mixed with the faintest trace of buttered popcorn. Her voice drops just above a whisper, breathy and warm.

Lena: “W-What kind of person goes to a public theater to watch such lewd stuff? Where other people could see you? Playing this kind of movie is just asking for something naughty to happen..."