I.
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...the Collective! Those cult bitches drug men and steal their sperm to make babies!"
Dan laughs and presses the off button on the radio remote. These shock jock claims get more outlandish by the day.
Tossing the remote on the table he heads out the door. The local arthouse cinema is showing a documentary he's been wanting to see, and he doesn't want to be late.
Driving by the theater, he's pleased to see that the sexy little blonde number he's been drooling over for months is manning the ticket booth tonight. If he's honest with himself, she's the real reason he comes to this theater. Her face tells him she has to still be in her teens, but her voluptuous body makes him hard every time he sees her. As he waits in line, his crystal blue eyes roam her full tits that are barely contained in the white blouse of her uniform. He feels blood rush to his dick when he realizes she's not wearing a bra tonight. He imagines slowly removing her shirt and sucking on her nipples until she's moaning and grinding against him.
"Mister?" a husky voice says.
He's so caught up in the fantasy he's surprised to find himself standing at the booth already. "Hi..." his voice cracks and he clears his throat, disgusted with himself. It's like he's fucking fifteen again instead a grown man pushing forty.
"Hi, baby girl." Better. His voice is back to its normal deep timbre, with a hint of seduction. Enough seduction for her to actually fucking look him in the eyes and smile shyly.
He tells her which show he's there for and pulls out his wallet.
"You make it to 18 yet?" he asks, his dick still half hard from his fantasy. He asks her this every time he sees her at the theater. Usually, she just shakes her head before hurrying away, but tonight a miracle happens.
"Yes, sir. Today's my birthday." Her chest puffs up proudly as she says it and he realizes he can see her luscious pink nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. His mouth waters as they grow hard under his gaze. His dick goes from half-mast to full and he almost groans out loud.
"Can you pull it out?" she asks and licks her lips. For a moment his mind goes blank as he pictures her full red lips wrapped around his cock while he pumps into its moist heat.
Then she grins wickedly, like she knows the effect she's having on him and says, "Your credit card," glancing down at his hands.
His ego and his dick deflate together. He's definitely reading more into her actions than she meant. He hands her his card and receives his ticket.
"Enjoy the show!" she says. He walks away feeling at turns horny and foolish.
II.
He's still a bit early for the show, so he decides to treat himself to some popcorn and a drink. Although he works out regularly and doesn't often stray from his strict diet, spending a little more time in the lobby might earn him another glimpse of his baby girl. After all, he may be getting older, but he can still admire a fine piece of ass when he sees one.
He approaches the concession counter and there she is again except now she's bent over, sorting through the case of candy with her ass in the air. The loose miniskirt she's wearing has ridden up and is giving him a perfect view of a white lace thong and her juicy, round ass.
He glances around, surprised to find the lobby empty of other movie goers. He would hate for someone he knew to see him ogling her sweet ass, no matter how fine it is. He takes a long look, filing the image away for when he's alone with his dick in his hand later, then clears his throat.
She startles and pops up quickly, her cheeks flushed. He briefly wonders if she's embarrassed from flashing him. When he realizes that her skin is flushed red all the way down to her perky breasts and her nipples are rock hard and poking at the front of her shirt, he hopes that she's as turned on by showing him her panties as he is by seeing them.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Caine, I didn't see you there!" She squeaks. "What can I get for you?"
"No problem," he's proud of how smoothly it comes out. His dick is so hard, he's surprised it hasn't burst through his zipper. He presses his hips to the counter to ease some of the pressure and catches a whiff of her perfume under the smell of the popcorn. Floral, with a hint of musk. For a moment, he imagines it's her pussy he smells and his hips involuntarily roll against the counter. The friction causes him to shudder and a little precum to weep from his dick. He bites his cheek to hold in a moan.
After a moment, he comes back to himself and realizes she's still standing there waiting for him to say something.
He smiles charmingly, "Medium popcorn and drink, please."
As she turns to get his order, he decides it can't hurt to make chit chat.
"Not many people here tonight," he says, glancing around again.
"Not many on most nights," she murmurs, reaching for a popcorn box.
She's a tiny thing, not more than five feet, and stretching to reach the boxes on an upper shelf causes her skirt to ride up and flash her little white panties again. His dick jumps in his pants at the sight, weeping a little more.
While he's trying to decide if she's really teasing him or completely unaware of flashing him, she turns to place his drink and popcorn on the counter. He fumbles for them as she's setting them down and, somehow, one of her large breasts ends up in his hand, nipple pebbled against his palm. They both freeze and their eyes lock. Her bright green eyes are wide, startled. Unable to help himself, he runs a thumb over her nipple. Her eyes flutter closed and she moans softly.
He's about to do it again when suddenly the door to the restroom opens and one of her coworkers emerges. He snatches his hand away and starts to apologize, but she gives a little shake of her head and hands him his card and receipt before hot footing it back to the ticket booth.
Her heavily pregnant coworker squeezes in behind the counter and smiles brightly. "Hi! I'm Darla. Did Carri take care of all your needs?"
He tears his eyes away from the object of his desires, and looking up, has to hide his shock. She seems far too young to be so pregnant. Instead, he smiles broadly, "Yes, baby girl was delightful."
Still feeling the heavy weight of Carri's breast in his hand, he picks up his popcorn and drink and walks into the movie theater hoping her coworker doesn't notice the tent he's pitching.
It's not until he's sitting in the theater, he realizes Carri had called him by name. It takes a moment for him to realize she probably read it off of his card when he paid for the movie.
With all of the blood rushing to his dick, he's a bit parched and quickly sucks down half of his drink. Ugh, why do fountain drinks have to taste so weird, he wonders as the lights dim and the movie starts.
III.
By thirty minutes into the two-hour documentary, he's bored and considering leaving. He wonders what Carri of the sexy white panties is doing. He imagines her as he saw her earlier, bent over the candy case with her panties on display. He quietly walks up behind her, places a hand on her back to hold her in place, and runs a finger down the exposed cloth covering her pussy. With that brief touch, he knows she's as turned on as he is because her panties are soaked with her juices. She tries to jump up, but the strong hand on her back keeps her from moving.
"What are you doing?" he deepens his voice, demanding, "Are you a tease, Carri? Are you trying to show everyone your pretty white panties?" He runs his hand over her again, pushing into her slit, further soaking the fabric, and causing it to stick to her pussy.
When she doesn't answer, he slaps her ass hard, the sound echoing through the theater. He gently rubs the spot, "Answer me, baby girl!" and slaps her other cheek.
She moans, "No, Mr. Caine, I wasn't trying to show off."
He runs a finger under the lace at the junction between her thighs and her hips jerk.
