Pre Movie Ceremony.

(warning the following has a bit of cuckoldry on the main character)

Elizabeth and I took our seats. I wanted somewhere close to the screen so I wouldn’t be distracted by all the fucking I know would go on. We waited, made light conversation.

I asked her how movies would approach free use. She shrugged. She told me after the censorship implant had expired on her birthday, movies didn't seem all that different.

A hand tapped Elizabeth‘s shoulder from behind. An olive skin guy in his 20s with curly black hair spoke, “Bend forward.”

I looked beside myself and Elizabeth sighed and did as she was told. The theatre chair had spacing near the bottom corner which she bent her bottom into. The chair reclined forward with her butt pressing back. There was a small space behind the seats where people could position themselves in. The olive skin guy parted Elizabeth‘s panties and held his dick in his hand stroking it trying to work the chubby lump of fat into a stiff pole.

A part of me was irrationally jealous and angry at this point. Another part of me accepted that this was the rules that I had played into and it was irrational to be possessive over not only a simulation but a simulation of a girl I had just met yesterday.

Elizabeth just looked forward, blankly chewing on her popcorn, she had a blank expression as the guy behind her was stroking feverously at his cock and rubbing it against her bare butt. The guy inserted it finally into her pussy and within a few thrusts panted and looking like he was about to burst.

I stared daggers into the guy as his face writhes in ecstasy. After he pulled out, his semen spilling on the floor, Elizabeth reclined back and took a wet nap from her purse and cleaned herself off. I suppose I was to blame, just last night, I did much worse things to her and I certainly wouldn’t let her clean herself in such a way. Elizabeth would normally protest to this act of free use but I had broken her in and got her used to my request that by the end of it, she would bend over in a Pavlovian response at a look in my face.

I looked back, and the guy was doing the same to his penis, cleaning it with a wet-nap. I thought the wet-nap companies must have been making a killing. It was then I noticed the girl sitting next to him. The two engaged in casual conversation. She is an attractive girl of either middle eastern or Indian descent in a shawl and skirt. She had alluring dark eyes, pink lips, and her long black hair parted to one side. Her name, I learned through eavesdropping, was Priya.

It was petty I know, but I wanted her more out of the satisfaction of doing much worse to her than this “Daryl” did to my date.