An all-night movie theater

"Do you know the Moonlight Palace? They show movies all night long. It's just off the 10. Be there in half an hour." She starts to ask directions, but you hang up the phone. She's a smart girl. She can figure it out if she really wants your big cock.

You grab your keys and throw on a jacket, already starting to get hard thinking about what Rachel Weisz can do for you.

You picked the spot because it's near your place. The Moonlight is one of those old deco theaters from 70 years ago that some neighborhood group managed to save. It's still waiting for the renovation though and it has a seedy feel to it. You also picked it for what is playing: Rachel's latest movie.

Rachel is late. She shows up in a black sedan from a car service, tipping the driver and stepping out. She is gorgeous in the flashing lights of the Moonlight's marquee. Her hair is back in a braid, her makeup is classy. She's wearing a pea coat over a tight cream-colored turtleneck with no bra beneath it. You can her pert breasts clearly outlined and her nipples strain the fabric. Her slim hips and thighs are sheathed in very tight jeans. She smiles when she sees you leaning against the wall beside the ticket booth.

"You're cuter than I expected," she says.

"You look good too," you say, although it's an understatement. "I've already got tickets."

You hand them in to the ticket booth to the bored old lady who is reading a magazine. She rips them and you and Rachel head into the stale popcorn smell of the lobby. A teenager in a striped uniform shirt is playing with his phone behind the concession counter. He straightens up when he sees you walk in. Rachel starts toward the door to the theater, but you grab her by the elbow and pull her back.

"We know what this is about," you say, stepping behind her and sliding her peacoat off her shoulders. You lean to her ear. "You were very clear what you wanted on the phone. Is that still want you want?"

"Your cock," she says, looking at the teenager.

"What are you going to do with it?" You ask, running your hand down her back and giving her firm ass a squeeze.

"Fuck...," she hisses and her breasts, clearly outlined, heave with her deep breathing. "Suck it. Swallow it all."

"Tell him that," you say to her.

"What?" She looks back at you with surprise.

"Tell the kid behind the counter over there what you are going to do in that darkened theater." You give her a gentle push.

Rachel looks back uncertaintly. You gesture with your head and watch her walk to the counter, admiring her ass in those tight jeans the whole way. You can just barely hear her voice as she begins to speak. Ordering something, stalling.

The clerk starts getting a big bucket of popcorn. He sets it on the counter. She orders a drink. He makes it and sets it on the counter. Just when you think she is not going to go through with it, she picks up the drink and popcorn and leans forward. The teenager looks at you, his eyes going wide, his pimpled face goes even redder.

She turns back to you, a confident smile on her face. She got off on telling him! You knew she was a little slut.

The teenager watches in awe as you escort Rachel Weisz into the darkened theater. The lights are already down and the first reel is playing. CGI effects and loud noises abound. You grin as you see Mila Kunis dressed in an elaborate costume.

Your attention returns to the seating. It looks like there is a junkie girl nodding in the back of the theater, rail thin and sort of cute in that strung out way, and there are a couple of drunk buddies in the front row. They're talking loudly and commenting on the action on the screen.

"Where should we sit?" asks Rachel and you can see by her flushed face that she is thinking about what she is going to do when she gets to the seats.