Chapter 2: Saturday Matinee

Catherine Lo stood across the street from the movie theater and tried to look
cool while she waited for her friends. At first it was a reflex, but now it was
a habit. She took the cigarette from her lips and tapped it with one finger,
letting the burnt ash fall to the sidewalk. It was just a clove cigarette, but
it still had the same effect as long as no one looked too closely.

Catherine, or Kat as she preferred to be called, was every inch the rebel. At
sixteen she stood only 5’1” and looked like a Chinese waif, but she was a
miniature dynamo of barely controlled trouble. Her hair was dark, pitch black,
and use to be naturally straight, but now was curled into a short bouncy mass.
She tried to convince her parents to let her shave most of her head, but that
failed miserably. She did manage to get them to agree to let her at least shave
the left side of her head. So now the curls were pulled from the right of her
head, to bunch over her left shoulder.

She smirked to herself as she stuck the cigarette back between her lips. She
imagined herself to be the bane of suburban life, the wild child, the bad seed.
The girl the mother’s told their sons not to go with. Just one sight of her
leather jacket made the old ladies scream and the-

“Kat!” A familiar voice yelled. “You gonna stand out here scaring the natives
all day or are we going to go see the movie?”

Kat grunted, her eyes spotting her friend Brandy as the source of the voice,
with her was Jane, so finally the gang was all here.

“It’s about time you two got here.” Kat shouted back, leaning forward as she
tossed the lit cigarette aside. “I was just about to come looking for you.”

Brandy rolled her eyes as she watched Kat start across the street. “Yeah,
right, whatever. Don’t look at me. It was Jane’s fault.”

“Thanks.” Jane sneered at Brandy before looking at Kat as well. “Sorry, my dad
was narcing out on me. Wanted to know where I was going and all the usual
shit.”

No one on the street could possibly mistake the fact that these three belonged
together. All three of them were dressed almost completely in black and wore
dark makeup. Their eyes heavily lined with dark eye shadow, their lashes
extended obscenely from black mascara. And their lips covered in black
lipstick.

Both Kat and Jane were wearing black t-shirts, but Brandy had on a frilly black
blouse with flowing sleeves that made her look like she had just stepped out of
a vampire movie. Kat was wearing her favorite pair of skin tight, black jeans
while Brandy sported a short leather mini-skirt.

The only potential social faux paus was Jane, who was actually wearing a pair of
dark shorts. Normally both Kat and Brandy would frown on this, but today they
let it slide. After all, it was easily over a hundred in the shade and Jane was
still carrying her leather jacket over her shoulder.

“Parents suck.” Kat said in an off hand way as she arrived in front of her
friends. “Come on, let’s get inside. I don’t want to start getting a tan.”

“God forbid.” Brady joked. “That would just ruin all of our images.”

Brandy was tall, easily 5’9”, her skin was mocha brown and her features were
sharp, almost regal. Unlike most people, her nose didn’t seem to just be
plastered on her face. Instead it flowed smoothly, peaking to a tiny tip. Her
eyes were big and round and seemed to follow you even when she wasn’t looking at
you. She wore a trio of metal studs in each ear, the silver of them glistening
sharply against her skin. She kept her hair long and flowing, but today,
because of the heat, it was pulled back into a ponytail that she had clipped up
on the top of her head, keeping her long neck bare.

“Hey,” Jane whispered to her friends. “Cover for me, okay? I got my dad’s
bottle in my jacket.”

Brandy winked a smile at Jane while Kat let out a slight whoop. “Go Jane.”

Jane was the most generic looking of the trio. Her genetics seemed to be a
hodge podge mix of things. An American Mutt, she called herself, just too many
strands of DNA to bother listing all of them. She had short brown hair that she
still kept in the same pageboy style haircut that she seemed to have since the
day she was born. The pale skin of her face was dusted with a pretty healthy
serving of dark freckles and her nose seemed slightly too large for her face.
But there was something about her smile; once she flashed it she could rend
hearts around her finger like rubber bands. And she knew it too.

“Hey Roooooooger.” Kat crooned when they arrived at the box office of the
theater. “How’s it going, Rooooooooger?”

“Shit. Not you guys again.” Roger moaned from behind the thick glass. He was
a year older than the girls and a senior, but he always felt out of his league
when they showed up. “You’re not going to cause trouble again, are you?”

“Would we do that?” Brandy asked, innocently fluttering her eyelids at him.

“Yes, you would.” Roger groaned, shaking his head a bit helplessly. “You
almost got me fired last Saturday.”

“Jeez, Roger.” Kat rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to piss him off, but he
really needed to learn how to take it easy. “Like you need this place. Fuck,
in a year, you’ll be off at some big college, partying every weekend, and we’ll
be stuck here. In po-dunk nowhere.”

“Yeah, well…” Roger shrugged, feeling slightly more at ease now. “Just don’t
be smoking any more Js in the theater, okay?”

“He acts like its illegal or something.” Brandy laughed, glancing at her
friends.

“Um, it is illegal.” Jane piped in from behind her friends.

“Whatever.” Kat shrugged, keeping her attention on Roger. “No smoking this
week, we promise.”

Roger stared at her for a second, as if he’d be able to tell whether she was
telling the truth or not. Then he just nodded with an exasperated sigh. “Okay.
Fine.”

He punched up some tickets without taking any money from them and then pushed
the tickets under the gap in the glass. “Pitchfork Maniacs 3 is about to start.
Just don’t cause any trouble, okay?”

“We promise.” All three of them said in sing song unison.

Jane grabbed her ticket and glanced at it, “Pitchfork Maniacs 3, huh? Sounds
like a real classic of European Cinema. Does it have subtitles?”

“Oh lord.” Roger grumbled, immediately thinking that he might regret believing
them. “Remember, you promised. And if I get fired, the free tickets are over.”

“Yes Rooooooger.” Kat grinned as she headed deeper into the theater, grabbing
her two friends and dragging them along.

“Bye Roger!” Brandy and Jane said in unison again, waving as they followed Kat.

“Hey guys.” Kat whispered, slowing down her pace slightly. “Big Bertha is
checking tickets today.”

Kat might have slowed down, but she didn’t stop. She wasn’t too worried about
getting into the theater. She was pretty sure they could smuggle a giraffe and
a herd of water buffalo past the elderly rotund woman who guarded the gateway
into the theater.

Jane instinctively folded her jacket over her arm and moved in-between Kat and
Brandy. They all filed up to the older woman. Without hardly glancing at Kat,
she took Kat’s ticket, tore it in half and handed back half of it. “Theatre 15.
Down the hall, on the left.”

Kat stepped past the woman and waited. “Theatre 15. Down the hall, on the
left.” The woman said again, as she handed Jane her torn ticket back.

“Theatre 15. Down the hall, on the left.” She said with the same monotone voice
as Brandy slipped by her.

With their mission to get past the border guard successful, Jane smiled
mischievously at Kat. Kat grinned in reply, letting Brandy take the lead as
they headed down the red carpeted hallway.

They walked past the first set of doors as Brandy announced, “Seen it.” The
second set of doors were met with the same greeting, “Seen it.” Brandy stopped
when she reached the third set of doors, “How about this one?”

“No way. I’m not sitting through a cartoon.” Kat said, wrinkling her nose at
the gaudily colored poster that hung next to the door. It was full of happily
grinning animals in sickly sweet poses.

“Aw, come on. It’ll be fun.” Jane replied. “You get to pick the next one.”

“Okay, okay.” Kat relented, “But you’d better have brought a big bottle.”

“Don’t worry about that, I got you covered.” Jane winked, reaching her hand out
and holding the door open.

Kat shuffled into the theater, stumbling slightly while her eyes adjusted to the
darkness. The movie was already running, not that that mattered to any of them.
If anything that came as a relief to Kat. It just meant a little bit less that
she’d have to suffer through.

In the moment it took for her eyes to see again, she was able to tell that the
theater was almost empty. A family here, a family there, but not many. Maybe
this wouldn’t be as bad as it seemed.

Kat came to a stop in front of one of the empty rows and let Jane file in first.
She then followed along while Brandy followed her. They all sat down just as a
group of raccoons broke into a song on the big screen.

“God. I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Kat groaned. “Where’s that
bottle?”

Jane quickly fished the glass bottle out of her coat pocket and passed it to
Kat. As the raccoons continued to sing and carry on, Kat felt like she couldn’t
unscrew the bottle fast enough. She brought the open bottle to her nose, but
she didn’t recognize the smell. At least it smelled strong though.

She leaned down in her seat a bit and took a healthy sip from the bottle,
feeling the liquid warm her mouth. It was bitter on her tongue, but slipped
down her throat like cough medicine. A moment later and she could feel it
warming her stomach.

“Hey, check it out.” Brandy’s elbow nudging Kat in the side to get her
attention.

Kat glanced at Brandy and then looked in the direction that she was motioning.
It took a split second for Kat’s eyes to focus on the dark figure, but she
spotted what Brandy was all excited about. A man sat alone a row closer to the
screen than them and on the other side of the aisle. At first, there didn’t
seem to be anything special about the figure. Kat couldn’t make out any details
in the dark, but it didn’t seem like he was hunk or anything.

Kat was about to say as much to Brandy when she spotted what the big deal was.
The rhythmic up and down motion in the man’s lap. He was wanking himself off in
the movie!

“I dare you to go over and say something.” Brandy whispered conspiratorially to
her friends, but mostly directing her challenge to Kat.

“Ut-uh.” Jane added now, upping the ante. “I dare you to offer to give him a
BJ.”

Kat laughed, glancing at her two friends. “You don’t think I’ll do it, do you?”

As if on cue, both her friends shook their head no. “You don’t have the guts.”
Brandy chided.

“Watch me.” Kat whispered back, passing the bottle to Brandy as she stood up
and stepped past her. “And when I get back, the pair of you will owe me.”

“Holy crap.” Jane blurted out, and then glanced at Brandy. “She’s gonna do
it.”

“No way.” Brandy replied, jerking a thumb in Kat’s direction. “She only wants
to make us think she’s going to do it. Watch. I bet at the last minute she
turns and heads towards the snack bar or something.”

Kat headed out of the aisle, rolling her eyes as her mind plotted and planned.
She headed down his aisle and plopped down heavily in the seat next to the man.
To her surprise, the man didn’t seem to even notice her until she landed in the
seat with a thud.

His first reaction was to freeze, like some kind of small furry animal caught in
headlights. Then his hands moved in rapid order, covering himself quickly. She
thought that at any moment he could bolt and run, so she decided to move
quickly.

“Hey.” She whispered, without looking at him, she kept her eyes on the screen.
“For forty bucks, I’ll take care of that for you.”

“Wh-…?” He couldn’t believe his ears. Did he hear her correctly? Or was that
just his imagination? “What?”

“I said.” Kat repeated, just slightly louder, but still staring at the screen.
“For forty bucks, I’ll take care of that for you.”

“What do you mean?” He stammered out. He felt like an idiot. He wanted to
run. This had to be a put on or something. Or a sting. The cops were probably
waiting behind the doors for him or something.

“For forty dollars.” Kat repeated again, starting to feel like this was
probably a waste of time. “I’ll give you a BJ. A blow job. I’m not offering
again.”

“Uh.” He stammered still. His mouth seemed to answer for him, like it was
operating on cruise control. “Okay.”

“Money first.” Kat said, still having never taken her eyes off the screen, but
extending an open hand towards him.

He moved his hands quickly now, reaching for his wallet just about as fast as he
could. His shaft lay in his lap, limp and flaccid from the sudden intrusion.
But his wallet was out in a flash, his fingers stumbling in the billfold to find
the cash. For the briefest second, it seemed like he had no more money, and the
pit in his stomach seemed to yawn wide. But then his fingertips found it,
yanking out the pair of twenties he had stashed.

His hand shook as he placed the money in her hand, her fingers immediately
closing around it. She quickly shoved the money into her pocket and then
finally looked at him.

He wasn’t much to look at, kind of small and mousey actually. He looked older
than her father, but not quite as old as her grandfather, somewhere in between.
He wore a pair of round, metal rimmed glasses and just looked somewhat frantic,
like he still was thinking about running.

“Thanks.” She said, smiling as her hand reached into his lap and immediately
found his limp shaft. “And I promise to be good and swallow it all up.”

He could only blink and stare at her as he felt his shaft rolling between her
fingers. He could feel himself growing in her hand. He glanced forward now, he
was chaperoning his daughter and her friends to the movie and the last thing he
needed was for them to come wandering back to him.

No. It looked okay. They were still where he left them. About a dozen rows
ahead of him. The group of six year olds just sat there staring up at the
screen. His daughter had begged him to let them sit on their own. So he
wouldn’t embarrass her or something.

She continued to watch the screen as she ran her fingertips over his cock. It
wasn’t taking much to get it hard, but then, she’d had a fair amount of practice
doing this. She was sure this was going to be the best forty dollars he ever
spent, she smirked to herself.

His shaft was full engorged now, rigid in the young woman’s hand as she stroked
him. He glanced back at her, trying to figure out how old she was. And, for
the first time he was struck by something, she looked familiar. He couldn’t
place where, but he was sure he’d seen her before somewhere.

She pulled up slightly harder on his shaft now, stopping at the top, and ran her
finger over his tip. She heard him gasp, but she still didn’t look at him. She
could tell he was staring at her. A mewling sound came out of him, like he
wanted to cry out but couldn’t. She wondered if he was going to be able to
control himself all the way through.

Looking at her profile, he finally managed to remember a snippet of something.
He had seen her before. At work or some sort of work function. Then the moment
came back in stunning clarity. Last year’s holiday party, she was there. Her
name leaped into his mind like it was a neon light, Catherine! It was his
boss’s daughter, Mike’s daughter!

Kat felt the man’s cock suddenly jump in her hand and she decided that he must
be close now. Time to cement the deal she thought as she started to slide
forward in her seat. Her hand continued to hold onto his cock, grasping it
firmly in her fingers.

He watched her slide forward, still stunned at his realization. What if Mike
found out? What would he do then? Did she know who he was? Did she recognize
him? He couldn’t tell. His heart was racing now. He could feel the blood
pumping in his eyes. He should never have agreed to this. What had he been
thinking?

Kat knelt on the floor in front of her seat, the floor was grossly sticky, but
for some reason she didn’t understand, that seemed to make it that much more
enjoyable. She leaned forward, bringing her head over his lap; she held his
cock steady as she kissed the tip of it. She smiled when it twitched in her
hand again. Oh, he was liking this, she was sure of it.

He looked up at the screen again, his mind completely blanking as her lips
touched the tip of his cock. He tried to calm his breathing, but even without a
conscious thought left in him, his body still raced with feelings of
anxiousness.

Kat kissed his cock once more, before roughly licking it. She collected the
pre-cum on her tongue and swallowed, there wasn’t much yet. The twitching of
his cock had become a full blown shake. She leaned in a bit more and held just
the tip of him in her mouth as her hand reached lower. Finding his balls, she
started to lightly massage them.

His hands were gripping the armrests to the point where he thought he might
break them off. He could feel every individual bead of sweat that was rolling
down his chest. In front of him, the screen continued to show brightly colored
pictures of happy animals dancing and singing. In his lap he could feel her
mouth clamped around his shaft.

Kat was sure that she already earned her forty dollars, so she went leaned in
even further, bringing all of him, right down to the base, into her mouth. She
could feel him touching the back of her mouth, but managed to force back down
the urge to gag. After all, she had plenty of practice at this too.

“Dad?” His eyes bolted forward and it felt like his heart had stopped beating.
“Can I have some money to get popcorn?” His brain finally managed to process
what he was looking at. His daughter, standing in the row in front of him. Did
she know what was going on? Had she seen? Oh god, if she saw, she’d tell her
mother. Oh god.

Kat heard the voice above her and, just like the sticky floor beneath her knees,
it only excited her more. Hell, if she got caught, she’d just say that he asked
her. Who are they really going to believe? For now, she decided to enjoy the
moment as she start to bob her head up and down, very slowly.

“Uh.” His mind scrambled for the words. He wasn’t sure if he could manage to
speak. Oh god. Her mouth, so warm. His wife would never do this for him. He
pulled a shaky hand free from the arm rest and reached into his pocket. Taking
out a handful of dollars, he held them out to his daughter, his hand still
shaking heavily.

Kat cupped her tongue against the underside of his cock as she continued to bob
her head up and down. She picked up a bit of speed now, her hand squeezing his
balls harder now. She could feel him spasming in her hand, she knew it wouldn’t
be long. Just any second now.

“Thanks dad.” The six year exclaimed as she grabbed the money from his hand and
then took off down the aisle of seats. His hand fell and rested on the seat in
front of him. He didn’t have the energy to pull it back. As it was, it felt
like his heart was about to explode out of his chest. His eyes tried to focus
on the screen, but everything just stayed blurry and indistinct.

Kat sucked harder as she felt his spasms intensify. A half second later and she
could feel the cum welling up in him, then like a dam bursting, it just came
flooding up his cock. She could feel the jets of liquid shooting up and filling
her throat. She swallowed it down quickly, feeling the warm gooeyness dripping
down her throat. She continued to suck him as her hand kneaded his balls; she
had every intention of leaving him a quivering mass.

He felt himself cumming in her now. Jet after unrelenting jet seemed to spasm
out of him. It squirted out of him with a viciousness that actually almost felt
painful to him. His head rolled to the side, staring blankly ahead. Barely
cognizant of the world around him.

Kat smiled to herself as she felt the last of his cum dribble out into her
mouth. She withdrew her hand and used it to catch his cock as it fell limply
out of her mouth. She tucked it back into his pants and then stood up. She
looked down at his broken body and smiled even more. “Another satisfied
customer.”

She turned and headed out of the aisle, back towards her friends. Slipping past
Brandy as if she was just coming back from the bathroom. “Told you I would.
And I made some money while I was at it.”

“Holy shit.” Was all that Brandy could muster in reply.

“You need another drink?” Jane asked, offering Kat the bottle as she sat back
down between her friends.

“I sure do, thanks.”