On a 7-9, it will cost you getting kicked out

You find yourself squinting into the flashlight of a movie theater usher. With a swallow, you recall the advice from the Pickup Artists' Guide. Deny and brazen it out.

Shaking your head, you say, "No, of course not."

But the usher persists, and you follow her out to the scornful hisses of the young women in athletic uniforms seated all around.

Rather than call the police for public indecency, two ushers walk you to their manager, take a picture for their We Reserve The Right To Refuse Service wall, then walk you to the exit.

You're chagrined that Jennifer and Tara got away with it. You suppose you did, as well. Rubbing your fingers together, you can still feel their juices. But you better find someplace to wipe your hands before you use your phone.

You find a gas station near the movie theater and use their restroom. With a touch of regret, you give your hands a good look on both sides, then wash Tara and Jennifer off your fingers. You imagine a little tingle from the fingers that went inside their hot, tight asses and felt their climaxes from inside. Tara gets washed off your face and Jennifer off your dick, too. Fortunately they have those blue paper towels. The thought of using an air blaster on your face is not so great, and thinking about it on your penis gives you the shivers.

There's a donut shop close by. You get a drink and a jelly filled and park yourself in a booth by the front window. Idly playing with your phone, you wonder how Mona is doing with Fairouzeh. You hope they hook up. Mona's a great gal, and Fairouzeh could be a model or a princess.

You see one of the donut store clerks, a young woman in gothy make-up and a hair net, struggling to move a big trash bag to the back while her shiftmate, a plump redhead in the company's white paper hat, runs the counter. There's a woman in a security guard uniform, her hair pulled back in a bun, copying out some stuff on a paper form into her smartphone, maybe a shift report. There are a couple of young women in athletic uniforms having coffee and sharing a couple of donuts cut into little pieces with a plastic knife and fork, probably early leavers from the benefit movie showing.

Whip It! still has half an hour to run. You could wait around and try to catch up with Tara and Jennifer's crew, try sending Mona a text, or call it a night. Or you could be a total wolf and try hitting on someone. It's not that late after all.