Catch the Late Show

Bridget took a left and took the 4th deck of I-85 leading out of Ratchettown, the subsector where she worked, and headed toward the southern limits of North Spire, and not a moment too soon. She saw a Night Shifter literally chasing after her half a block back. His type were some of the worst that this city produced. When a cog breaks in this machine, it is tossed and forgotten, and Diesel City chewed people up all the time. His drab gray clothing was torn and filthy, his wild hair and beard matted and flea-ridden. She used to feel sorry for them before she was grabbed and dragged into an alley. She shuddered at the memory of what they did to her that night. She'd been caught by them before, and was given a three day medical waver while she healed...

"Can't fuck me if you can't catch me!" she yelled, flipping him off as her bike roared onto the open road. The city's polluted sky was a lovely mixture of green and hazy purple smoke this evening. She was tired and sore, but decided to treat herself to a night at the movies. It was the last night before the new Joe Bradford detective thriller "Fraulein...Fatale!" was pulled. She took the exit, and sped through the streets passed the dive bars and diners, and pulled into the parking lot of the Barnes and Bros theater.

She was glad the line was short, and mostly made up of working stiffs that would be too tired or too drunk to use her. The ticket girl was a beautiful 20 something year old Dame with a tight red uniform top, ruby red lips, and wavy brunette hair under her stylish hat. The dour looking man behind her was obviously enjoying himself as she handed out the tickets, holding her by her corseted waist and driving his cock into her tender young pussy. Bridget peaked over the counter to see her skirt had been hiked up, and her open toed shoes covered and filled with who knows how many men's cum. The man reached around her body, roughly groping her torpedo-shaped breasts as she handed Bridget her ticket. "Screen 6" she said with a bit of whimper in her voice.

Bridget ducked her head before he could get a good look at her and slipped into main hall, quickly shuffling through the meandering crowd and into the thankfully already dark theater. She listened to the concession stand jingle as she let her eyes adjust. There were a few empty seats near a rough looking crew of airplane mechanics, but she wanted to actually watch the movie and not just suck a group of working stiffs the whole time. Finally, her eyes rested on a Square.

He was young, probably just graduated from boarding school, and dressed in a white short sleeved button up shirt with a thin dark tie, thick glasses, and navy blue slacks. His hair was trimmed in the popular Lindburgh style, and he even had an honest to goodness pocket protector. He couldn't have weighed over 120lbs. She made her way over to him, and plopped down in the seat beside his. He looked over, his eyes wide. Squares like him rarely initiated anything in public. They tended to be quiet, nerdy types that ended up in middle management positions taking orders from the Brass. They could be drafted like anyone else, but most are sneered at for a perceived "lack of patriotism" by not choosing to go to a military academy. She smiled warmly at him, and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Hi! Don't worry too much, I just want to watch the movie. I might start sucking you off if some other guy moves in on me. Just pretend we are on a date." she said. A nervous smile briefly parted his face as he looked around. He used a hanky to wipe his now sweating forehead. She waited for a moment, rolled her eyes, and scooted closer to him. He shrank away at first, but she hauled his arm up and over her head so he had his arm around her. His hand naturally landed on the swell of her perky breast as she snuggled up next to him. It took him two previews to relax, his fingers slowly sliding deeper under her tank top until he had a good, full grope on her. The lights went out, the reel was changed, and a blare of horns and drums roared from the speakers. The News Reel was starting.