He wants to, but not in the theatre

Jacob's eyes roam up and down your body, and your breath comes faster as you recognize his lust.

You move a little toward him, parting your lips in invitation, only to have him move away.

"Not here," he says, looking around, but motioning for you to follow.

Having not noticed your boots filling while you evacuated your bladder you nearly stumble when you take your first steps, shocked by the cement-like weight of the knee-high fake leather boots.

"You alright?" he asks, noticing your clumsy movement.

"Oh, yes, Just, um, sore."

A smile crosses his lips for some reason, and you concentrate on making your steps seem more natural. It's like dragging heavy weights around, and by the time you reach the doors, followed by the disappointed eyes of a dozen men, your legs feel like rubber.

"Sooo.... Where to?" you ask, just as your eyes fall on the washroom sign. If you could just get in there long enough to clean up a little!