"My Cheer Dears." Monica leaps up losing her coat with her arms held high. Everyone laughed at her, sharing praise for Monica's unique brand of coolness. The girls quickly reigned in their tongues. Not out of jealousy but because they had their men wrapped around their pinky's. Monica wasn't after any of them outside teasing. However she was open to more as long as the girls felt the same. Most of them knew Monica was no real threat and let their men enjoy themselves. They would reap the benefits of her teasing later.
As everyone congregates together Monica leaps up on a seat nearly losing her balance until Thea's man Garrett catches her. Hands on her ass he hisses at Thea who merely smirks with glazed over eyes. Thea knew it was all in fun.
"Thanks G. Okay before any non cult members show up here let's make a pact. All ears? GOOD! Lights go out we give our men a show better than any fucking R-rated Thriller could possibly give them. Are you with me Braless Brigade?"
They start to cheer then regret it as Monica hushes them with a teetering laugh. Garrett was still supporting her ass cheeks. Calming her flock Monica continues, "Last girl wearing clothing has to leave the theater nude walking in the middle of everyone. Like I did in school. Deal?"
Hesitance struck for some, others were ready for action.
"Guys? Do not let your ladies be shy. Challenge yo bitches." She rallies in a lowered voice.
While still standing high in her seat the Manager enters looking about. Seeing him Monica calls out waving excitedly, "Hi Eugene."
Some of the guys snickered as he waved and stood there watching her nude tall in her seat. It was amazing. Did Monica know every guy in a fifty mile radius?
"Show him your appreciation Ladies." Monica motions the girls to rise up. Standing proudly the Braless Brigade lift their shirts or lower their dresses to offer poor gentle Eugene the most tits he had ever seen outside of a porn. He nearly fainted catching the wall with one hand. Hearing this many girls whisper flirtatiously, "Hey Eugene." all at once took his breath away. He had to get out or call 9-1-1 for himself. Only Ryan's girlfriend April behaved. Ryan knew she wanted to join them but chose not to. That made poor Ryan stress that he was trying to change her. That or possibly being knocked up had her reconsidering her once adventurous soul. Either way he felt very uncomfortable sitting next to her.
The second Eugene raced out the girls covered up. Monica threw her fist in the air and yelled, "VICTORY!" Their men couldn't agree more. Hearing them grumble about the ladies going back into hiding disturbed Monica just as fast. For this challenge to work every girl there had to be on the same page. All day long she had spent her spare time in school while coaxing the girls out of their comfort zones. She knew all it would take was one strong showing and the girls would be hooked. Addiction to exhibition was a wonderful thing. Some of the girls were already devoted, others needed a little more encouragement. Having the guys show their support and desires should do the trick. All the girls needed was to feel adored. Monica knew there were definitely some future pole dancers here today. She intended to push each of them over the edge. The attention each of the guys showed them was bound to bring out their best.
Left fist clenched Monica pointed at each of her friends with her right hand. Teetering in her seat she grew overconfident and lost her balance. With a yelp she fell sideways directly into Garrett's arms. Her tits grazing the side of his face. Laying over him she tilts back waving at Thea. Garrett began sweating worried Thea might be upset with him. Even as Monica lay there she blew a kiss at Thea apologizing with a lip sync. Thea tried not to laugh but couldn't resist. Finally, Monica reaches up to pat Garrett's cheek, "My hero." A launch upward Monica pulls herself into her seat and throws her arms in the air as if returning to the ring. Dancing on her knees in the seat led her to crawl once more out to prowl.
Moving along the outside aisle she discovers Eugene returning one last time. Waving at Monica who had put her trench coat back on drew her to him. Reaching Eugene Monica removed her coat and threw her naked body into his arms. he was afraid to touch her as she clung to him. Her chest mashing against his made the poor man fall backwards into the wall.
"I-I'm going to help you out." He manages to speak.
"How? Free popcorn?"
"N-no. I'm going to close this theater down to anybody else. It looks like your friends are the only ones here anyway. I'll say the projector broke for this showing."
"Seriously? So sweet. Can I ask you a favor?" She whispers into his ear something that makes his jaw drop and eyes bulge. Nodding selfishly he agrees as she eases from her hug to peck him on the cheek, "Can you also hold on to this for me?" Handing him her trench coat he swallows and steps away with it. She was free of her burden once and for all.
As soon as he left the theater he places trash cans in front of the door until it could be roped off with chains and pylons. From there he dropped her coat by his office and told the ticket cashiers that he was shutting down the cinema. They didn't think about the already sold tickets. Only listening to their Boss. What they didn't understand was why nobody came up for a refund. Nor the fact that Eugene disappeared to actually start the movie. Who knew? Eugene was weird anyways.
As the theater lights dimmed Monica danced around up front like a ballet dancer in Swan Lake. Guys stood up instinctively and turned to their ladies at the same time. Unknown to the girls Monica had arranged it for the guys to all make their moves at once. Her ballet recital was their cue. Each guy coaxed the girls out of their seats and assisted in stripping them. One by one the girls lost every stitch of clothing save for socks. A remarkable feat to see carried out not one girl dropped the ball. Not even little Thea. She blushed heavily but hugged Garrett tightly as moral support.
Monica stopped dancing long enough to absorb the mass stripping. Holding her palms over her heart Monica whimpered, "My babies." Then the thought of April and Ryan's predicament crept over her. Her sadness needed to go. With a point up at April she yells, "You too April. No girl sits pretty."
Looking at Ryan April shrugs, "Should I?"
"Be yourself. My feelings for you won't change. Totally up to you April."
"Okay. I adore you Ryan." With a guilty hiss she stands up and drops her shorts to the floor after kicking her shoes off. She had gone commando so her lower half was bare bottom. Shirt over her head she tosses it at Ryan. Then goes the bra. The only bra in the house because she was never officially inducted into the Braless Brigade. That changed today. Nude she throws her hands in the air and yells, "FREE AT LAST."
Low level cheers made her feel right at home. Ryan could only smirk. Maybe April needed this. He was thinking way too much. They weren't even certain she was pregnant. All talk for now. He did know April wanted a baby. He just wasn't sure he was ready for such a huge step. He cared about the farm girl but was it love? He eyed her curves in thought, "Lust for certain." Then he noted all the guys looking at her, "Not just my lust either." He blew a warm exhale up over his upper lip. This was going to be a long movie. He settled back watching the movie trailers as girls all around him were being pawed up or kissed on. Half the girls here he himself had lusted over for years. Seeing his reluctance April straddles his lap as best she could. Luckily the arm rests folded back to give her knees room. Throwing her arms around Ryan's neck the short haired brunette beauty kissed him. Feeling her hips grind along his crotch was all it took. Ryan Quinones was all in.
Like a Drill Sargent Monica paced the front of the theater with her arms behind her back. Scrutinizing each girl who took things slow. Most of the guys were storming their senses with kisses, caresses, and gripping fingers. Tits crushed. Nipples bitten. Asses slapped. As their hormones intensified so did adrenalin. The girls quickly lost their minds. Some were already moving in for the kill. Belts undone, pants tugged low, boxers and briefs hitting the floor. Dicks were wagging everywhere. Girls kneeling to jerk off their man or suck their cocks. The orgy of a lifetime had struck. All due to Monica Gift.
Moving from couple to couple she supervises jokingly, "Grip those nads. Lift those eyes up and let your man see how much you want them. Move it! Move it! Move it!" She was having a blast. She should have brought a switch to spank asses with or lift a chin. Luckily her interventions worked. The girls although giggling did listen to her suggestions. The guys loved Monica just as much.
Cozying up to guys to bask in their excitement gave Monica goosebumps. Holding the arm of her friend Shane, Monica glares down at Becca, "What can she do to make this more enjoyable for you?" Becca winces up at her with her hand stroking Shane's girth. Pondering the options Shane puckers, "Both hands?" Monica smirks at Becca and pats her long brunette mane.
"You heard the man. Double it up Soldier." In response Becca shakes her head and wraps both hands around his shaft. Observing her method Monica tsks loudly and uses her own hand to corkscrew his crown. Shane's knees nearly buckled under her sudden assault. Seeing this Becca grins. One hand strokes her other twists his crown lightly. Shane whimpered down at his girl how much he adored her.
"Job one Soldier. Commence firing." Monica moved on.
Reaching Zoe and Carson she discovered the blond sucking Carson's dick. Even though he loved the blonds lips moving warmly back and forth Monica knew she needed work. Kneeling awkwardly beside Zoe who peered at the intruder through the corner of her eyes, Monica takes Zoe's right hand and folds her fingers to cup Carson's balls, "Knead those nads Blondie. Milk that bastard." That she did. In seconds Carson floods her mouth with scalding hot jizz. She nearly choked on the amount. Her eyes twitched as she swallowed every drop. Monica looking back after hearing his snarl grins, "That's storming the beach Sailor. Drink up Floozie." Zoe flips Monica off but continues sucking Carson. Carson himself gave Monica a thumbs up.
Hearing grunts and moans fill the air Monica livened them up one by one. Only Amber had the best showing thus far. Her Mexicana lovers were doing double duty. Both men had somehow managed to get both of their cocks inside her mouth at once. Seeing this Monica pats the boys on the back, "Big guns. I like that. Blow that mouth up." Amber using both hands was squeezing their balls. She knew what she was doing. Patting Amber's hair she whispers, "Whiten those teeth Soldier." Talking with her mouth full Monica still made out the words, "Fuck you." Giggling she pranced onward.
