Looing for Lewd

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Officer Escobedo opened the door of the adult movie theatre and stepped from the hundred-degree heat into blessed air conditioning. There had been a series of confused calls to the station house about lewd behavior, and Carlos had drawn the assignment. He looked around the lobby, which was empty save for the plump older brunette at the ticket and snack counter who was talking on a cell phone. He walked over and flashed his badge, explaining that he needed to go inside to check out some complaints. The woman shrugged and waved him toward the curtained entrance, still busy with her phone call.

The theatre inside was nondescript - if you've seen one X-rated movie house, you've seen them all. The place was fairly full, more men than women, plenty of hands in laps but nothing that looked like an obvious violation. The film was some low-quality flick, with wobbly sound, jerky camera work and poor lighting. There didn't seem to be much of a plot, just lots of T&A and unrealistic money shots.

The officer checked his watch - 45 minutes already? It didn't seem like that was possible. There was some kind of balcony upstairs; he was going to have to check that out as well. He turned back toward the curtains, his black dress shoes coming loose reluctantly from the sticky floor. Out in the lobby, he crossed to the grilled gate labeled "Couples Only". It was locked, so he went to talk with the brunette at the ticket counter. She wouldn't let him up unescorted even after he threatened her with a citation. "Badges are badges, but I'm just the manager - the owner makes the rules," she explained.

Fortunately, the woman's assistant arrived at that time, so the brunette, who identified herself as Bridget, handed off the counter duties and announced she would accompany the officer as (you could see her mentally rejecting one word after another) his "chaperone".

"Doesn't that locked door violate the fire code?" he asked.

"No, there's a quick-release on the inside. I'll show it to you."

She demonstrated the emergency release on the grilled door, and the two of them climbed the wide stairs to the balcony. Carlos watched Bridget's ass appreciatively as it swiveled just ahead of him under her loose skirt.

The acoustics upstairs were much worse than downstairs. The movie sound echoed on itself turning the feeble dialogue into confusing goose-gabble; it hurt Carlos's head trying to make sense of it. The balcony rows had much more leg room than the downstairs seats, and the audience here was lit both from the noisy projector behind them and the light reflected off the movie screen.

Bridget stopped, and Carlos ran right into her from behind. She took his arm and held it against her side. "You'd better wait until your eyes adjust; we don't need a lawsuit over an on-the-job injury."

While he waited, he glanced from one part of the balcony to another, squinting against the flickering of the light. Lewd and lascivious, without a doubt. He started to reach for his ticket book, but that was the arm that the manager was holding. "Excuse me, ma'am, but I'm definitely going to have to write you up."

"What for, officer? I don't see anything out of the ordinary here."

"Nothing out of the ordinary? What about that topless woman in the front row?" He pointed to a blonde with shallow breasts and protruding nipples, sitting in the lap of an older man.

Bridget protested, and pulled him down for a closer look. "What's she doing to deserve a ticket, Officer? She's not even moving."

What the manager said was true enough; the topless woman was sitting stock-still, eyes glazed and mouth wide open. Her nipples were hard and seemed to vibrate along with the confusing sound from the speakers. Other than her upper body, the woman was dressed demurely, a long skirt discreetly covering her wriggling lap. "Surely she needs to be *doing* something in order to be ticketed, Officer, isn't that right?"

Carlos pulled his eyes away from the woman. That made sense, after all. The woman wasn't actually doing anything... no, that wasn't right. He shook his head to clear it, and looked up two rows right into the face of a man who wore a smile of pure bliss. The smile couldn't have been caused from the movie, though, because the man's eyes were covered by a blindfold. The women on either side of the man were watching the movie as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but Carlos had a cop's sense of something offbeat happening.

"Okay, Bridget, what about him?" Carlos pointed to the blindfolded man and pulled the manager along to the aisle and up several stairs, crossing over patrons' feet to get to the middle of the row. The man's pants were open and his thick cock stuck up obscenely. The woman on his left had her fingers curled under his hairy balls and the woman on his right was stroking his cock with an emphatic twist and flip of her wrist. Both women were watching the movie screen intently, and neither paid any attention to the officer or the manager. "You can't tell me that he's not doing anything!"

Bridget took the officer's hand and held it over the man's lap. "Does he look like he's doing anything? He looks like he wants to, I'll admit, but he's just sitting there twitching. Here, feel it!" With that she curled Carlos's hand around the sticky cockhead. The man snapped his head back and his cock jerked, smearing precum into the officer's palm, but he showed no other reaction to the added contact and the women continued their machinelike stimulation between his thighs. "Poor man, I feel sorry for him like that, surely you wouldn't want to add to his troubles by writing him a ticket." Carlos was too busy trying to find a discreet way to wipe off his hand to argue the point.

"Now if you really want to write a ticket, take a look to your left." He turned his head and looked where the manager indicated. Further down that same row, a totally nude woman was seated with two nude men standing on either side of her. As Carlos's eyes focused, first one man then the other started thrusting their hips showering the woman with semen, spraying her blonde hair, her breasts, and each other. He tried to hustle down the aisle but it was difficult getting past people's legs with the soles of his shoes sticking to the floor. By the time he arrived, the woman was rubbing the cum into her breasts and the men were jerking themselves up for a second round.

"Here now, you can't be doing this in a public place!" Carlos fumbled for his ticket pad, but his pants had wound up down around his ankles and the seated blonde chose that moment to lean forward and wrap her lips around his erection. His words took on some of the same confusion as the movie soundtrack, and he clapped his hands quickly around the woman's head as she swallowed what otherwise would have been his own forceful addition to the whitish globs decorating her sweaty body.

Things got very busy after that.

Bridget was insistently helpful in taking the now-naked officer to see people engaged in activities ranging from merely obscene to dramatically perverse, but for one reason or another he never finished writing any of the tickets. It was the hand playing with his balls, or the projector flickering in his eyes, or the musky taste of women on his tongue. Eventually he found himself lying on his back, head in the manager's lap, looking up confused into her big warm eyes. Oddly, despite the volume of the movie soundtrack, her voice came sweet and clear to his ears.

"Poor Carlos, the heat outside must have gotten to you." Her fingers moved soothingly through his hair and across his chest while he sweated and shivered, his hips bucking against the pulsing pressure inside his rear. "Mama Bridget knows just how to take care of hot-blooded policemen, oh yes she does. We'll just get you put back into your uniform so you can tell the nice men at the police station there's nothing to see here. And if they ask again, you can volunteer to do the follow-up visit."

Someone brought cool washcloths, and someone else found the various scattered parts of the police uniform. Before he quite knew what was happening, Carlos was being helped down the stairs with Bridget's arm around his back. At the snack counter she even insisted on giving him a free soda, "for that awful heat out there".

Carlos apologized for taking up Bridget's time, and headed for the front door. Behind his back, the assistant's head disappeared behind the snack counter and Bridget leaned back against the popcorn counter with lidded eyes.

The heat outside was still oppressive, even with the sun starting to set. Carlos took a swallow from his soda, looked at his watch and frowned. He'd definitely have words with the desk sergeant when he got back about nuisance complaints wasting the police department's valuable time.

He absently adjusted his cock inside his new panties, got into his cruiser and drove off.

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