Caught out at the Movies part 1 9 min read

John could be classed as a typical teenager. It’s just, he was never that big. At 14 years of age, he still hadn’t reached the five-foot mark which was strange, to say the least for an African. John was not overly bothered about this problem however as he could put this to good use.

John firmly believed that any possible way of getting his hands on other peoples money was perfectly alright providing he never got caught and his latest little scam was working a treat. Allow me to explain.

Every once in a while, John would go and watch a film at the local pictures. The particular building in question was old and very, very dark once the film started. John would sit at the back and keep an eye on where women would sit. Not the good looking ones but the ones with bags. Once the film had started John found he could shuffle under the seats by lying on his back and relieve the ladies of their purses if they were stupid enough to place their bags on the floor next to their feet during the film. Despite the risk, John had become very adept at this and could manage three or four at a time.
The particular night in question John had three targets lined up sitting a few rows in front of him with no one between him and them. The film was a long one so he figured he had all the time in the world before he needed to go to the toilet. (John always went to the toilet to hide his ill-gotten gains before the end just in case the theft was noticed and the police turned up).
The lights went out and the film started. John allowed a few minutes for everyone to settle then slid to the floor and began crawling forward on his back. As he got to the row behind his targets he moved to the end of the row and shuffled under the seats. He slowly edged his way along until he was behind his first target and stopped. He concentrated on the floor in front of him and could just make out the outline of the ladies feet about six inches from his face. As he grew used to the darkness he could see she was wearing heels but saw no sign of her bag on the floor. “Bollocks,” he thought, “it must be with her or on the seat.”

As John started to slowly shuffle away the lady crossed her ankles and moved her feet back landing John with a heel in the face. John had encountered this before and managed to stay quiet despite the pain. A few seconds later she moved them away. John quickly shuffled away and came up behind the next lady. “Bingo,” he thought. This one had her bag on the floor next to her two booted feet. John could see she was wearing boots with the chunky heels so wasn’t too worried about being kicked again. He lay flat on his back and felt for her bag. Once he had it he quietly undid the hasp and felt inside. He could feel a mobile phone then something hard and odd shaped and then he had it. As he lifted the purse clear he placed it on the floor and closed the bag. John then placed the purse in his inside pocket and started to turn his head around when the fingers on his right hand exploded in pain. John’s eyes shot open yet he managed to muffle a scream (always the professional). At this point, John saw the towering silhouette of a woman edging along the row behind him whilst placing all the weight of her right foot on his right hand. “Fuck,” thought John, “must be late in, I’ll stay still ’till she gets past.”

This wasn’t Johns nigh, however. The giantess took two more strides and sat down, she appeared to have long hair combined with one hell of a body and from the looks of things her two friends seemed equally attractive. John was panicking now, how the hell was he going to get away without being seen? He would have to move very slowly, that was for sure. John was quite optimistic at first figuring that if he was a small black boy wearing all black clothes he would not be seen and could get out in time. Johns hopes took a dent at that point. He had noticed the girls take off their coats and sat comfortably back down but the one sitting closest to his head moved her feet onto the back of the chair he was under. The soles of her boots were on the chair but the heel was almost touching his nose. John could now see she was wearing boots with chunky soles but hard heels ending in a narrow rectangular shape about one inch long and a quarter of an inch wide. John could smell the leather and began sweating quite a lot. All he could think of was getting caught out when the lights came on.

At this point, John turned his head sideways to face the woman and put some distance between the heel and his nose. He could see she was talking to her friend on her right and leaning over slightly. At this time her foot had moved up a bit and John figured it was now or never, as he started to move however she moved back to her sitting position and shifted her foot down placing her heel firmly against the side of his face just below his eye. The pain was intense and John was doing all he could to stop from crying out. What made it worse was the fact that this woman was the type who constantly moved her foot inside the boot causing pressure to increase and decrease on his face. The tears were rolling down his face at this time and all he could do was stare up at his tormentor waiting for her to move. “Surely she can feel something under her foot,” thought John “Why won’t she move her foot”. If she could it made no difference to her, as far as she was concerned John’s face was merely an extension of the furniture and inanimate. She leaned over to say something to her friend again and the pressure eased slightly but her foot did not leave johns face. In fact, the heel was slowly sliding toward John’s mouth causing a considerable amount of pain. As she straightened up the pressure increased and she slid her heel down John’s face ’till it found the ground. Although the pain was less for John he now found he had the sole of her boot planted in his face covering his mouth and nose. He could feel the deep tread in her boot biting into his flesh and this was causing a burning sensation. To his horror, John saw the woman lift out of her seat to straighten her skirt thus putting all her weight onto John’s face and settle down again. At this point, John felt his nose break and felt what could only be blood trickle down from his nostrils. She must have felt it go too because she started exploring with her foot. His nose was twisted, flattened, released, stepped on and pushed all ways. It was obviously a subconscious act because John could see her face never left its view of the film.

At last, she moved her feet. The relief was short lived however as she merely crossed her ankles and pushed both feet into John’s face. John had never experienced pain like this before, only the fear of being caught was keeping him quiet. At this point, John had the sole of the woman’s left boot crushing his nose and mouth and the heel of her right boot digging into his forehead. The woman was moving her feet constantly and this resulted in her heel gouging very small lines into his head. John could feel blood coming from his head and he was pretty close to screaming when she started laughing at the film and raised both feet up in the air. Relief, at last, thought John, but no sooner had her feet left his face they seemed to come crashing back down with incredible force. The sole was now on his chin and the heel just under his nose. As her feet moved John felt the heel starting to slide up his nostril albeit very slowly. John gritted his teeth and endured the best he could but tears flowed from his eyes blurring his view of the uncaring giant. The blood from his nose was acting as a lubricant and the heel was slowly being forced up his nostril ’till it was embedded by about an inch and a half. The woman occasionally moved her foot causing incredible pain as she tore away at the inside of John’s nose causing more blood to flow. Suddenly she crossed her legs and her heel tore free, though not without ripping the nostril wide open. John yelped with pain but the sound was lost as everyone started laughing again. John was free at last and didn’t need a second chance. He slowly shuffled away from the danger area and sat three rows back. He could see his tormentor now. She looked fantastic sitting there in the glow of the movie light yet the sight of her made him feel sick. He looked at his watch and realized that she had been grinding his face for the best part of an hour.

“Shit,” thought John “the film’s almost finished”. He made his way to the toilet to hide the purse. Once he got there he took out the money and buried the purse deep in the rubbish bin. What really annoyed John was the fact that he had endured so much pain for the grand total of £7.

John turned to leave and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his face was ripped to pieces. He started to feel sick and quickly washed himself ’till he looked less injured and left the cinema though many people stared at him in disbelief.