A sudden flashlight!

You're lost in the rhythm of sucking the soul out of Tiffany, up and down, up and down, up and down, and you can feel her squirming a little underneath you. You must be getting close to the explosive end, and you want it more than anything. But before you're able to achieve your goal, you hear a sudden *click* and you open your eyes to see a blinding light. You freeze like a deer in headlights, your mouth wrapped around Tiffany's rock hard, leaking cock. An annoyed, female voice whispers to the two of you.

"This is a public space. Now is not the time to use that."

As your eyes adjust to the light, you can see a girl that seems about your age, with dirty blond hair sitting atop a frowning, but attractive face. She is clad in the uniform of the theater employees, a nondescript, entirely black blouse, short skirt, and leggings. She's shining the flashlight directly into your face, but you've remained stock still. Maybe her vision is based on motion? That theory is quickly debunked as she taps you on the head with the flashlight.

"The two of you are going to need to leave, and I will be calling the police."

At the mention of the cops, Tiffany pushes you off of her cock with a wet *pop*, and dazed, you slump back in your seat. Where had it gone so right? You shake your head. Where had it gone so wrong? Tiffany stands up in front of the girl, and looks down at the name tag pinned there.

"I'm sorry... Maybe, is it? That's a weird name. I wasn't aware this location had such backwards rules."

"My name is perfectly normal, and this establishment has very clearly defined rules. They're printed on the front window. Now, if you and your boytoy here will follow me to the front, we can get out of each other's hairs with as little fuss as possible."

"Like hell we will! I paid for this movie, and I'm gonna watch it to the end!"

You know for a fact she wasn't watching it, and the last thing you remember was the opening credits. You're not even listening as they argue, sinking lower into your chair as your face burns with embarrassment. Unconsciously, you lick your lips, the faint taste of Tiffany's monster cock still clinging to them. You cast a sheepish look over at the two girls, but they aren't paying you any attention. The rest of the theater is staring at the three of you, only cementing your soul crushing embarrassment. From your angle, you can't even see the girls' faces, but you can feel the anger between the two of them. The blood rushes through your ears as you look over at them again. Your gaze doesn't get much further than waist high though, as Tiffany's cock is still rock hard, just barely contained by a hasty zipping up of her jeans. Your mouth starts to salivate a little, but you quickly swallow as your attention is distracted elsewhere. Tiffany isn't the only one sporting a hard on. To your surprise, the skirt of Maybe's uniform sticks straight out in the front. She definitely wasn't hard when she came over, could it be that she get off on arguing? Just from looking, you figure she's a little smaller than Tiffany, but not by much. Why are all the girls around here so much more hung than you are? It's not fair!

As you wallow in the bizarre distribution method by which schlong is given, you realize the girls have stopped arguing, and have turned to you, catching you red handed staring at Maybe's crotch. You quickly avert your gaze to the floor, and quietly say, "So now... we're going to the slammer?"

Tiffany pulls you to your feet by your arm. "Not exactly. Follow me."

The two of you walk past Maybe, heading for the back of the theater. For a second, you think you catch the glimpse of what must be lust in her eyes, but you dutifully follow Tiffany out the doors as Maybe follows closely behind. The three of you walk in silence for a few moments down the empty hallways, the smell of popcorn and hot dogs filling your nostrils. The doors of the theater come into view as you round the corner, but instead of approaching the doors, Tiffany opens a door labeled, " Futa Bathroom", stepping aside to allow you to enter. Confusedly, you look at the door, then to Tiffany, then to Maybe, then back to Tiffany.

"I'm not allowed to go in there. I'm not-"

Before you can finish your sentence, a rough shove from behind you throws you into the bathroom. You're barely able to keep your balance as Tiffany closes the door behind you, and Maybe flips the lock on the door. The bathroom is empty, the two stalls open and waiting for their next occupant. This place is incredibly clean, so much so that when you look at the shiny linoleum floor, you see a warped reflection of yourself looking back. You look at the two girls, standing between you and the door, and a feeling of dread starts to come over you as you realize something is very wrong here. Both of these girls are easily a head taller than you, and are in much better shape. In the dark, you couldn't tell what Maybe looked like, but in the soft golden light of the bathroom you can see that this chick is either a soccer player, or she runs cross country.

"What's... what's going on?" You manage to squeak out, timidly looking at the two women. "I thought we were in trouble!?"

Tiffany slowly walks towards you, and puts a hand on your shoulder. "We _were _in trouble, but I... negotiated. Call it the art of the deal. I can't afford to get busted again, this time it'd be a little more of a serious infraction. But for a small price, neither of us have to deal with the cops."

You don't know why, but you feel fear well inside you. "W-w-w-what price?"

Maybe steps towards you, her hand resting on her cock. "Is it true you're a virgin?"