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MidReal Story
The Voyeur
Scenario:Martin 52 years old father of 3 childrens marié à une femme de 18 ans Il aime beaucoup aller seul dans un cinéma pour se faire regarder par les voyeurs dans la salle de cinéma
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Martin Thompson
conflicted, and nostalgic. Martin struggles with the challenges of aging and the complexities of his marriage to a much younger woman. He reflects on his past, including his relationship with his first wife, Sarah, and the loss of their son. Martin's inner turmoil stems from feelings of inadequacy and the fear of losing his current wife.
Emily Thompson
affectionate, and naive. Emily brings joy and energy into Martin's life but often struggles to understand his emotional depth due to their significant age gap. Her love for Martin is genuine but sometimes overshadowed by her youthfulness and inexperience.
Jessica Thompson
intelligent, and compassionate. Jessica has grown into a strong young woman who supports her father despite his complicated relationships. Her bond with her father remains close as she navigates her own life path while maintaining a connection with him.
I'm Martin, 52, father of three, married to an 18-year-old, and one of the things that I really enjoy doing is going to the cinema on my own.
Not just that, but going to a very secluded cinema that's not in the center of town.
It's an old cinema, not some new blockbuster that shows all the new films, but one that's been around for a long time with just the one screen.
The reason I like going there so much is because it's not just a place to watch a film, it's a place where I know I'll be watched by all the voyeurs that sit there in the dark, hidden in the corners.
It gives me a great thrill knowing that all those pairs of eyes are watching me, studying me as I masochistically derive pleasure from their perverted minds.
I know it sounds strange, maybe even stupid, but I just can't help it.
I like it so much that I've even gone there when I'm feeling unwell.
I know deep down it's not normal, but what is normal anyway?
Is anyone really normal?
We all have our own little secrets don't we?
And this is mine.
One night as I'm leaving after watching a film, I see a man sitting in the shadows at the top of the stairs leading down to the toilets and out into the lobby.
I pause at the top of the stairs, watching his silhouette against the wall.
The emergency exit sign casts a faint red glow on his face as he stands, his movements fluid and deliberate.
My heart races, but it's not fear that's causing it to beat faster.
It's anticipation.
He takes three steps towards me, close enough now that I can smell the expensive cologne he's wearing.
The light catches his eyes - they're an unusual amber color, almost luminescent in the darkness.
He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out what looks like a business card.
Without saying a word, he extends it towards me.
"Martin," he says, his voice smooth and confident, "I know why you come here."
I hesitate, my hand hovering over the card.
"You're not as invisible as you think," he continues, a hint of amusement in his tone.
My heart pounds in my chest as his words echo in my ears.
I take the card, studying it under the faint light of the exit sign.
The words "Elite Cinema Society" are embossed in gold, a symbol of exclusivity and luxury.
The man remains at a polite distance, but I can sense his presence closing in around me.
He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Would you like to watch films in private, Martin? With select members?"
His cologne wafts up to me, filling my senses with its heady scent.
He's so close now that I can see the fine lines on his face, the way his eyes sparkle with something I can't quite define.
"We have rooms that cater to...particular tastes," he continues.
"The audiences are carefully curated. Discreet. And...interested."
I feel a shiver run down my spine as I hold the card between trembling fingers.
Memories flash through my mind - countless nights spent sitting in this cinema, feeling those pairs of eyes watching me, imagining their fantasies and desires.
The stranger's voice is like a velvet rope, drawing me into a world beyond my wildest dreams. "I think you'll find our society...to your taste," he says, his tone dripping with seduction.
"I've done my research, Martin. I know what you like."
For a moment, time seems to stand still, suspended in the anticipation of what's to come.
And then, without warning, he slips another business card into my pocket and disappears up the stairs into the darkness of the night, leaving me standing there wondering if it all happened at all or if I imagined it.
I glance at the card again, my mind racing with possibilities.
"Martin, who was that?" my wife asks as she emerges from the ladies' room, her youthful curiosity piqued.
"Just someone offering a...unique cinema experience," I reply, trying to sound nonchalant as I slip the card into my wallet.
The next day, I follow the directions on the card to a secluded alleyway at the back of the cinema.
I punch in the code from the business card onto a metal keypad hidden behind a dumpster, my hands shaking slightly with excitement.
The keypad beeps softly in the darkness, and behind me I hear the regular moviegoers filing out through the main exit, completely unaware of what's about to happen.
I hesitate for a moment, wondering if Emily will notice how late I am getting home.
But then my fingers brush against a slight indentation in the wall, almost imperceptible.
I press it gently, and suddenly the surface gives way beneath my touch.
A hidden door swings open, revealing a narrow staircase leading down into the depths of the building.
"Martin, welcome," a familiar voice greets me from the shadows below, the same smooth tone that had approached me last night.
I descend cautiously, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.
The lighting in the stairwell is dim, casting long shadows that stretch and twist in the flickering fluorescent glow.
Each step creaks beneath my feet as I descend, the echoes reverberating off the concrete walls.
As I go deeper, faint red lights embedded in the wall flicker to life, illuminating the path ahead.
The air grows thick with the scent of expensive leather and cologne - a mixture that's hauntingly familiar, similar to what the man had worn last night.
At the bottom of the staircase, I find myself facing a heavy black door with a gleaming brass handle.
For a moment, I stand frozen, my hand hovering over the cool metal.
Muffled voices drift through the door, punctuated by soft music - it's hard to make out what they're saying, but it sounds like laughter and conversation.
I press my ear against the door, feeling its cold metal against my palm.
A deep breath fills my lungs as I reach for the handle.
The door swings open before I can turn the handle, revealing a lavish room filled with plush seating and elegant decor.
"Ah, Martin," the man from last night greets me with a knowing smile, "I see curiosity got the better of you."
I nod, trying to mask my nervousness, "I have to admit, you piqued my interest."
He chuckles softly, "I knew you'd be intrigued. Come, let me show you around."
As he turns to lead me deeper into the room, his smile shifts from me to someone behind me.
A familiar perfume wafts up to my nose, and I freeze.
The man's eyes gleam with renewed interest as he looks between us.
"Martin, it seems you've brought a friend," he says, his voice tinged with amusement.
I turn to see Emily standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with confusion.
She must have followed me here - but why?
I try to form words to explain, to get us out of this place before things escalate further.
But the man is already ushering us inside, the heavy door clicking shut behind us with a soft thud.
Other couples lounge on plush sofas, their gazes following our entrance.
