As the movie plays you eventually realize it's Rob's hand

Just as you're about to jump up off that hand Jacob reaches into the tub of popcorn, pressing you back down against the fingers that now stroke against your moist sex.

Biting back a moan you glimpse from side to side, trying to figure out whose hand is fondling you. Jacob's far hand is in the popcorn tub, meaning his near hand could be under you. Rob, on the other hand...

The fingers twitch again, pulling themselves forward and sinking a fingers a single knuckles-worth deep into your sex. Your mind frazzles, losing track of what it was about to do, and before it can regain its footing the finger strokes back and forth within you.

To further destroy your focus the movie chooses that moment to start, a series of moans booming from the speakers.

'Oh yeah. Harder, Rock, harder!' a woman's voice calls out, and more moans ensue for several seconds before the screen starts to lighten, showing and aerial shot of a seedy little motel. The view curves around to the front of the hotel like it was on a helicopter, and starts to zoom in, showing several forms crouched as they move toward a door.

The camera zooms in, then abruptly switches to a scene inside. A muscle-bound man and a naked woman are on the bed, the man fucking her doggie style, sending her breasts flying with each stroke.

Suddenly the door bursts open, a man charges in, and with a loud bang a hole appears in his forehead.

"Goddammit, I'm fucking here!" Rock bellows as the man falls, a second one taking his place only to suffer the same fate.

Without missing a beat Rock grabs the woman, rolls off the bed, and lands on top of her, his weight driving his prick balls deep as bullet holes open in the wall above the bed.

Rock pops up, firing off a few shots, then ducks down, gathers the woman's hair in one hand while the enemies return fire. He snaps off another couple of shots as he hauls the woman up, then marches her forward and into the wall, giving the camera a couple of seconds of full-frontal nudity before the shot switches to behind Rock, catching the clenching and unclenching of buttocks that live up to his name. In and out he obviously thrusts while bullet holes blossom in the faded wallpaper and his shots hit one man after another.

He flings himself to the floor, holes appearing in the wall where he had just been, and lands on his back, the woman giving the camera another, extended full-frontal shot as Rock snaps off another few shots before dropping the gun and yanking an uzi from under the bed.

"Motherfuckers, I'm fucking in her goddammit!"

"That's my wife you're screwing, you asshole!" a voice yells, and a wild-eyed man charges into the room, a machine gun blazing at waist level, just missing the giant orbs of his wife.

Rock's uzi blazes to life, and he husband's body jerks like a spastic dancer, bullet after bullet slamming home until he falls to his knees and then face-plants into the carpet.

Dropping the uzi Rock shoves the woman forward, following without missing a thrust as she lands on her hands and knees over her husband's corpse. A few thrusts later Rock starts grunting and she starts screaming, until both collapse on the former husband.

"You were right. He was trying to kill you," Rock finally says, pulling a pair of pants in front of him as he starts to stand.

"Mmmm.... the rest of your fee is in the envelope on the dresser," she murmers, rolling over so the camera can against pan over her sweaty, trim form. "It was worth every penny."

"I always am," Rock says, now in pants, his upper body chiseled muscle he doesn't bother hiding before the camera pans away.

"Damn dude, that's the way to open a movie!" Jacob laughs smacking his right hand down onto your thigh in appreciation, his left reaching for more popcorn. Dimly your mind seems to realize that means something, but with the hand under your buttocks diddling your drooling slit your can't seem to think.

"Yeah, took us a few takes to film it," Rob grins, reaching over for some popcorn as well.

"How much of that was you and how much was the actor?"

"Well, whenever you have explosions, even small ones mimicking bullets, the stunt double - me - gets the call. Lucky me, that broad was tight as shit."

"Fuck. No way..."

"Way, man. I'm telling, all those actresses are really just whores. We were banging away through three takes, and that was a real orgasm she had at the end."

"Damn," Jacob shakes his head, running his hand up your opening thigh, something your mind tries to tell you is a bad idea, but all you can think is...

"That's you?" you groan to Rob as a fingers stabs into you.

He grins, winking, a second finger forcing its way into you, driving you crazy. "One-hundred percent, baby. You want me to service you like I did her?" he asks, and Jacob laughs, thinking it a joke as his hand creep to within an inch of the fingers embedded in your pussy. Fingers you dimly realize belong to his friend, Rob.