It Happened in Theater 7

Author's Note:

This story is primarily a Non-Consenusal/Reluctance story. The story may be upsetting to those sensitive to the themes of rape or sexual assault.

*****

The summer I got graduated high-school I started my first job at the movie theater.

For the most part I enjoyed it. I got to see free movies, and all soda and popcorn I could possibly want.

Of course, the customers were the worst part. At least once a week something would happen that'd make me want to quit on the spot. People would burrate me or my coworkers for things beyond our control. I'd be called stupid for human errors. I could tell that a lot of them looked down on me. With the older folks, it was clear they looked down on me was 18. Too young to know how to do anything, and less tell them 'no' when they want me to bend the rules. At some point though I realized it was because I was there at all. I may have gone to high school with them or their kids, but I wasn't cut from the same cloth.

I didn't go to a university right after college. My family couldn't afford it so I was paying my own way the best I could. I wasn't a good enough student to hunt a scholarship, but I could handle a part-time job and a full course load at a community college. I'd be graduating around the same time as my peers but there was something about the uniform. They see you in it and they think you're lost.

Samantha Hayes was the worst example of this. She could cut me down with a single look. She had been in a few of my classes, and I hated talking to her. Just something about the way she talked to me feel bad.

I met Samantha for the first time after graduation in August for the opening night of the movie Don't Breathe.

I was that night's ticket-taker. I turned to stone as soon as I saw her. She was an inch or two shorter than me. She was lanky and thin, but moved with all the glory of a great egret. Her gaze was like one too. Her eyes would hold me with a strange curiosity. Clearly analyzing something but giving no hint of what held her interest.

I was resigned to keeping my eyes down and sending her on her way. I'd run into old classmates all the time, and if we were just mere acquaintances we'd barely acknowledge our past connection. But Samantha surprised me.

"Willow!" she cheered.

"Oh hi, Sam," I said sheepishly.

"So this is what you're doing now?"

"I'm starting community college in the fall."

"Oh that's cute. I'm going to..."

I was too aggravated to remember what university she would be attending. I scanned her ticket and pointed her to theater 7 for Don't Breath.

"You know, Willow," she said before she went on her way. She had this look in her eye that was different than her typical sharp gaze, "You look amazing in those pants."

I don't think the color faded from my cheeks until the rush was over. I calmed myself down and forgot about Samantha. About an hour later, my coworker Jessica appeared.

She hated working usher. Her legs were tired. She asked if I could switch stations tonight. I obliged.

"Theater 7 is due for a check."

"Alright."

Due to company policy, there had to be 2 to 3 theater checks within given certain intervals. It was so strict that older theaters didn't bother, but we were too new to be spared. I didn't mind them much. It was interesting peeking in on movies I might not have seen myself.

That night I walked in on the "Turkey Baster" scene.

I was in the back of the theater when I needed to stop and let those three minutes wash over me. My thoughts racing.

Is that what I think it is?

Wait, he's doing what?

This isn't NC-17?

I didn't snap out of it until the scene ended. I realized that not everyone in the audience was watching the screen. There was a pale face watching me.

It was Sam. She had this look that I couldn't place until later.

That expression under the shifting light of the screen-- It wasn't judgment, or annoyance. It was hunger.

*****

About a month passed after that encounter. It was late September. College for many had either started or was about to. Business was winding down for the summer and the weeknights were getting real slow.

That particular night, I was the closing usher. The only staff other staff members were Jessica and our manager, Jean.

Samantha passed me in an empty hallway into the last showing of "Don't Breath". She was wrapped around the arm of a former high-school star athlete Grayson Gadwall. I meet their eyes and they smile at me. It's subtle but I can feel it in their stares, it was the same look as Samantha had before.

During the first theater check, I realized that it was only them in the theater. While going up the stares, despite not daring to look at them I feel their eyes on me. I tried to keep my eyes on the screen, to monitor the projector's quality, but I couldn't help but notice that Samantha was rubbing Grayson under his jeans.

Eyes back to the screen. This happened a lot. I learned a long time ago you just ignore it. Only act if someone complained.

Grayson let out a groan. My eyes fluttered. Samantha was looking at me.

Back to the screen. Rocky and her gang of hooligans were about to rob an old man blind (because he's blind). Little did they know they were in way over their head.

Grayson sighs. This time my eyes shift down the stairs. I leave theater 7 with my eyes wide.

"What's with you?" Jessie asks when I pass her.

I don't say anything at first. I need to breathe a little.

"The couple in theater 7 are getting affectionate."

"Is he FINGERING her?" Jessie says, a little too loud.

"No, no!" I make a gesture for her to quiet down.

"What then?" this time almost an excited whisper. Jessie always loved hearing about the perverts.

"HER hand is down HIS pants," I say. "The sounds he made... I guess she's good."

"Oh gosh!" she laughs quietly. "And that movie of all movies!"

Everyone who works here knows about the turkey baster scene. I think about Samantha's expression under the scene's light. I feel a guilty sense of arousal.

"Some people are freaks," I sigh. Jessie giggles, and I move on with my duties. I try to put Samantha out of my mind.

In 30 minutes it's time for theater check #2 on theater 7.

"I don't think I can do this," I told Jessie.

"Why don't you just mark it on the sheet." She said. "Just give them the privacy."

"It doesn't feel honest though."

"Well, hopefully it stays under the clothes then."

I went in. This time I skip step 1 of a theater check. Check on the audience. I didn't want to confirm that Grayson was still rapt in pleasure and whether or not Samantha had progressed beyond the elastic.

I go up the stairs for step 2. Watch the screen for projector quality.

Samantha moans. They were still wearing their clothes but they were vigorous enough, I flead the theater in anticipation that I'd see too much.

When I get out, my manager Jean was minding the ticket taking stand instead of Jessie. He must have been covering her break.

"Something wrong, Willow?"

"No," I told him while brushing hair into my eyes to hide my embarrassment.

I decided I'd just start the motions. Go through the door at least. Sit at the bottom of the stairs and peek at the audience. I figured, if they were naked, or even hidden behind the chairs, I would just walk right out. If Jean said anything about it I'd say theater 7 is just fine. If he pushes more I'll tell him "it's THAT scene," and he'd drop it.

I walk into 7 with my hackles up. I glance at the audience, and see that the couple has simmered down. They were upright. Their clothes were a little disheveled but they were both fully covered. What was strange was that they were sitting on opposite sides as before. Now Samantha was in the aisle seat. What was stranger was that they now sat with an empty seat between them.

Strange... but definitely a de-escalation. I decide to continue the theater check and head up the stairs. They eyed me on the way up. When it was time to check the screen quality, Samantha smirked before going back to watching the movie.

No smudges. Good brightness. Good color.

Okay, I can go.

Samantha nudged me on the way down.

"Yes?"

She took a hold of my hand. "You can take a break right?"

"I-" I made a weak attempt to pull away, her hold was firm but not unbreakable. "I don't know if-"

"You gotta cut loose a little, come on," said Grayson.

"Oh please, sit with us." Samantha tugged my arm towards them. I let them sit me down in the chair between them.

Most social interactions leave me feeling anxious but taking that seat I felt myself trembling.

Why would they want to watch this scene with me?

I came in a good 15 - 20 minutes before that scene. I'd end my break by then, I told myself. The scene won't even have started by then. After 10 or so minutes, I will

"Come on," Samantha whispers, her breath like steam on my ear. "Relax a little."

She softly rubs circles into my knee. It feels nice on my sore legs. I comply with her request. I take a moment to breathe and calm my nerves.

Maybe they want to be your friends? I lie to myself.

It's only a moment or two after I feel my body relax before Grayon's hand finds my right thigh. I jump some, but Samantha steadies me with a firm hand on my left knee and shoulder.

"Relax, relax," Grayson coos. They both stroke a hand over my thighs as the scene gets ever nearer. Rocky and her friend are about to find something they shouldn't.

I hear a muffled buzz that at first I can't place, but in the extended moment of silence in the film, Samantha's sighs I realized she was wearing a vibrator.

Rocky is about to open the door to the basement.

Samantha grips my thigh.

Rocky and the gang discover a chained up extremely pregnant woman in the basement.

"Oh fuck," Samantha whines. Her hand slid between my thighs and started massaging my crotch. Just before I could react in anger or fear, Grayson's hand gently swept my head into his chest. He hushed me. He kissed my temple and gave my tit a good squeeze.

"That's something you want, isn't it?" Samantha's hot breath whispered into my left ear.

"A rape baby?" Grayson whispered in my right.

The heat of their breath sent a shiver down my spine and caused my core to tingle.

My self-respect was what was left stirred stirred my body to at least try to get up.

Samantha pushed me back down and Grayson wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Samantha slid my pants off but spared my panties. She rubs at my crotch to find the fabric slick. She slips a finger over my slit before finding my clit and treating it satanically.

"I'm not surprised," Samantha said. "Of course you get wet from just getting touched."

"Oh she was wet when she got here. I could smell it on her," Grayson said. He takes a tit in his hand and gives it a hard squeeze.

"Oh Willow, you fucking perv, coming in here to watch us."

"I didn't-" Samantha slipped a finger in me and I couldn't help but moan.

They chuckle.

"She's messing with you, Will. It's alright to be curious." Grayson played with my tits quite nicely. Strong and firm. Sam just barely brushe her thumb over my clit. He adjusted himself to play with both. "Fuck, Sam. She's got great tits."

"With how you dressed at school, who knew you had such a nice body. The uniform really shows it off," Samantha said, She kissed me. It was the first time I'd ever kissed a girl, and despite the circumstances it was definitely the high light of my life. She unhooked my bra and undid the straps. She drops my bra on the floor and then she's between my legs licking my clit and fingering me with two fingers.

Grayson's hands find my nipples and rub my tits through the fabric of my polo shirt. He sighs. "Fuck. Fucking perfect." He slips his hands under my polo and gives my breasts a firm rubbing.

I felt feverish with pleasure but I was scared. I stretched around Sam's rotating fingers and made a shameless noise. Samantha smiles and gives me a few good thrusts before pulling out.

She motioned to Grayson that it was time to change positions. Grayson held me while Samantha put up a few arm rests. They put me on all fours balancing on the seats.

Grayson slid his cock between my ass cheeks.

"I knew when we had biology together." She kissed me, she made me suck the juices off her finger. "Your wonderful ass sat in front of me during the sexual reproduction lecture. I kept thinking about you getting bred and having a little baby bump. I was certain about it after a class discussion about college. The teacher said a stat 'Only 50% of you won't complete your college degree."

I remembered that moment in class. She and I made eye contact when that was said. I remember her forced smug grin. I remember hating her.

"I knew you weren't going to make it," she grinned into my cheek. "You were going to be busy being a mom."

Grayson pushed into me. My body resisted while his cock pressed through a tightness that should've meant no. Samantha smiled at my grimace. She held my shoulders steady.

"Oh," Grayson sighs. "There we go."

I wasn't ready for him but he was in. He started pumping into me slow and steady. The friction was agonizing but it got easier with every thrust.

"Please stop." I said, tears in my eyes. I tried moving away but Grayson held tight to my hips. He held my hair with an iron grip. My cunt was starting to rub herself. "That looks just right," she said. "You were meant to be a slut, weren't you?"

She leaned against the last down arm rest, and revealed she wasn't wearing any underwear with that skirt. She beckoned me closer and Grayson pushed my head into her lips. She took a handful of my hair and brought my mouth to her clit.

I swear I was just trying to breathe but Grayson was starting to pound me harder and deeper, bouncing my parting lips all over her clit.

"Fuck Gray, you don't even have to tell her what to do." Samatha groaned. "Do you think she's a natural or just experienced."

"She's as tight as a virgin for me." He gives me a spank.

I'm not following the movie much, but I know the protagonist is fighting tooth and nail to escape the basement. I kept thinking about how was going to get out of this, that I even while they were fucking me, I felt at any moment I was going to push myself up. I'd tell them I was done. I'd storm out and quit as I pass Jean. But my body was locked in their momentum. Grayson held tight to my hips and smothered me into Sam's crotch.

"I thought she'd fight more," he said.

"She knows what she's for."

I'm locked in their momentum. I look up and see our heroine in leather straps. My cunt spasms.

It's the scene.

"I'm going to cum."

"Slow down, don't waste it," Sam says. "Let's put her in your lap."

They heft me onto his cock with him still inside.

Samantha guided my hands to brace against the head rests of the seats infront of me. Grayson held my hair tight to my scalp, forcing me to watch the screen. Samantha was rubbing my clit.

The old man straps the MC's harness and hoists her up. She's moved into a desired positon.

"I'm not a rapist," the old man said, "I never forced myself on anybody."

This line usually got an uncomfortable chuckle with the crowd, but from these two it drew a snotty "boo"!

Samantha leaned against my ear.

"I'll give you a chance to get off," she whispered. She was working magic on my clit. Grayson was starting to buck his hips into me and I had to stifle a gasp. "But if you cum he gets to breed you."

I didn't say if I agreed, but my body got hot and excited by the heat of her breath.

Rocky is tied up. Struggling. The blind old man pulls a vat out of the fridge. It's so cold the air steams. He uses a turkey baster to suck up the milky fluid. The camera switches the POV to inside the top of the turkey baster, watching the fluid float up with one suspicious glossy hair floating on the surface.

Grayson is keeping a steady pace on me. The tip of his cock is nudging against my cervix. I fight the urge to cry out.

Rocky thrashes and screams.

I hold tight to the row of chairs in front of me. I try to keep control of my breathing. My brain needs the air. My only shot is to keep my body calm and be indifferent to what was happening to it. It was hard to disconnect with the terror of the scene.

The camera shows a close up of the blind man cutting a hole into her leggings. He has the baster ready.

My mind can't help but think of the most likely conclusion. Her cunt getting stuffed with a turkey baster and it was going to chill her to the core. The thought was already enough to make me wet but Grayson's gentle thrusts felt so good. I get get wetter knowing there's a bare cock inside me. Unlike our heroine, his seed would be warm and he was going to rub it into my core. My breathing grows unsteady under his thrusts.

It was like my mind went rabid. I fought to steer my thoughts away from excitement, but they overwhelmed my body.

Closing my eyes I can hear Rocky's screaming and Grayson panting.

Grayson hit me just right. My whole body coudln't help but spasm as he grinded on my cervix.

"Oh my god," I squealed.

Samantha laughed.

"Oh, so close," she said rubbing my clit in rhythm to my pulsing cunt's contractions. She put on hands on my shoulder to hold me down on his cock.

I held the seats tighter. I squealed and writhed as he picked up the pace, banging relentlessly against that 'oh so good' spot as I rode out the rest of my orgasm. He held onto my hips like handles, his thumbs squeezing into my ass cheeks. He groaned.

I openned my eyes to see Rocky had gotten free. She disarms the man of his turkey baster and squirts it into his mouth.

Samantha rubs her fingers over my pussy lips and Grayson's shaft. She chuckles feeling it slick with his cum. "Looks like our heroine isn't so lucky."

Grayson panted with his heat on the back of my neck. He rubbed my tits and my ass. They slowly pull me off of him. They lay me back into the seats again. Grayson presents his cock to me, sticky and wet with cum. He pulled my head closer and I lick him clean without an order.

Samantha puts my legs up. She scoops up the semen that's oozed out of me and fingers it back into me. I whimper and moan. I thought I'd be spent but she forces me to cum one more time.

There's a flash and a shutter sound. I pull my mouth from Grayson's cock. Samantha starts shimmying my pants back on my legs. They put me up straight. Grayson holds his phone up to my eyes.

"Now that's a nice picture, isn't it?"

The picture depicted me with a cock in my mouth and my creamy pussy getting fingered. There were no defining features of my assailants but you could see a small portion of my face. Worst of all the name-tag on my uniform was legible.

"Of course this is all staying between us. No one needs to know what a little slut you are." Samantha says, soothing my hair and straightening my uniform. She admires her work and gives my tit a squeeze. "We'll be back in town for winter break. If you aren't sporting a baby bump by then, we'll have to try again."

The phone went back into Grayson's pocket. I sat there for a moment. I couldn't focus on the movie. I couldn't look at them. But I just couldn't move. Samantha taps my shoulder.

"You're boss is probably wondering where you are, huh?"

I nod and wordlessly got up. I get up and go down the stairs and I keep thinking this is big. This went to far. I'm going to tell Jessica what happened. I get out of theater 7. I'm ready to collapse, but Jessie isn't there. Half the lights were dark and the ticket stand was empty. My manager Jean is sweeping up popcorn. Suddenly, I don't want to talk at all.

"There you are," Jean said. He has an annoyed tone but his face changed when he meet my eyes. "Willow, are you all right?"

I just looked at him. Grayson's cum started leaking down my thighs and I can feel it soak through my pants. My cheeks grow hot as I realize they stole my underwear.

"Oh, was it that scene?" he asked.

I was quiet for a moment. I couldn't even form the words in my head. I don't even have tears in my eyes. How could I tell him I had cum pooling between my thighs? That I just came like a whore during a threesome in theater 7? I began to tremble. Could I ever tell anyone that even if I didn't want it, I did like it? I swallowed down the mess of feelings.

"Yeah," I said. "It was that scene."