Clapping from the back row

As you sit there watching the film, engrossed by the parallel between the pale modern white woman who had been captured by the rugged muscular black tribal men, you start to hear some strange noises coming from the back of the cinema.

At first it sounded like some was coughing…or maybe gagging? The popcorn was pretty salty after all. Then a moment later you could hear someone clapping from the back of the room. This was strange to you, because there wasn’t anything particular important happening on screen for the audience to already be clapping g about.

You try to drown it out and focus on the movie, but the noise only gets louder and louder. Turning around to try and see what was happening, you are able to just faintly make out the dark silhouette of an oddly shaped person sitting in the back row. The project was shining just above them so it was near impossible to get an accurate look, but for a moment it almost looked like they had a second head. ‘But that would be impossible’ you thought to yourself, chalking it up to being illusions of the dark. Turning back to the screen you continue to watch the film.

After what feels like 10 minutes of loud clapping, the noise eventually stops. This could not have come at a better time, because as you are finally able to focus back on the screen a scripted sex scene begins to play out between the lead actress and multiple of the tribes men.

The scene was intense to say the least. Your eyes glued to the screen as you tried to take in every detail, every minor angle and response of the amazing scene. By the time the scene ends you find yourself sitting there hard as a rock, a noticeable mound poking up from your pants. “Looks like someone enjoyed that scene.” Amy whispers from beside you, causing you to jump with surprise. You must have been so focused on the film that you didn’t notice her come back around to her seat. In the dimly lit theatre she smiles at you and the two of you lock eyes for a moment before you reply. “Yeah….i don’t know why but it was really…..interesting….” You whisper back in a broken sentence.

Amy looks deep into your eyes, almost as if considering something while the palpable connect between the two of you sparks in that moment. She giggles before quickly and aggressively grabbing the back of your head and pulling you into a deep French kiss, clearly you weren’t the only one who enjoyed the scene you think to yourself. The kiss is messy, wet, and surpassingly salty, but you assume that must just be the popcorn and enjoy the moment for what it is.

Eventually she breaks apart your kiss with a long strand of saliva connecting your mouths before snapping. You both happily go back to watching the remainder of the film as she snuggles into your arm. Before long the credits begin to roll and the lights come back up. You and Jamal make some small talk as the three of you get ready to leave. But as you look back down at the chairs to make sure you didn’t leave anything behind, you notice that Amy’s chair is almost completely soaked in some big shiny buffer with a slightly white tint to it.

“What happened to your chair hon? Did you have an accident?” You laugh awkwardly as Jamal also joins in with you. Amy blushes heavily and punches Jamal in the arm before turning back to you. “Oh shut up, I just spilled my drink. Now let’s go before someone notices and makes me clean it up” she says as she begins to push you out of the isle, making sure you don’t look back to see Jamal take a picture of the chair.