The theatre doesn't allow nudity (off-screen) and the man drags you to the main office

"Compensation?" the man repeats blankly, still eying you. His eyes snap into focus and a leer crosses his face. "Yes, anyone making this much of a mess should be tossed out on her ear. Of course, without any clothes on you'd be either arrested or **** on the spot."

"But, I have clothes," you protest, wriggling to try and free yourself from the boy's hands pinning your legs and arms while simultaneously trying to located your top and skirt.

"I don't see any clothes. I think we'll have to throw you out," he says, reaching forward.

The boys obligingly let go of one arm, but it's no sooner free than the ticket-taker clamps his fingers easily around your petite wrist.

"They were here a moment ago," you insist. "I was wearing them and then they were gone."

"Disappearing clothes?" he chuckles, dragging you to your feet. The remaining popcorn bucket is saved at the last moment by one of the boys, and as you're pulled upwards you feel some fingers flash out and take final liberties with your widespread sex, stroking their length and plunging quickly inward before you're pulled out into the aisle.

"We'll just do the paperwork first," the man says, pulling you along.

"Wait, my purse..."

"Oh here it is," one of the boys says, handing both purse and - thankfully - clothes over to the theatre employee.

"Now come along this way, miss, and stop being disruptive."

"Disruptive? I was enjoying the movie..." you protest, looking up at the screen just as the girl on screen is penetrated by two dicks.

"I'll bet you were," the man says dryly, and your cheeks warm in embarrassment. Are they allowed to show explicit sex like this over in Europe?

The man pulls you from the theatre, using your moment of distraction to move you quickly into the brighter hallways outside. For a moment your eyes are blinded and you scuttle closer to the man, wishing he'd move faster as he seemingly saunters down the length of the building, his footsteps slow and steady.

"Faster," you hiss. "I don't want anyone seeing me!"

"Really? And yet you were naked in the middle of five boys. Were any of them your boyfriend?"

The word boyfriend makes you freeze, yanking the man to a standstill as you remember Jacob. What if he came along just now? What if he was actually in the theatre and you never noticed as you were dragged out?

Your mind conjures up every possible worst-case scenario, and you scarcely notice being dragged the remaining length of the theatre, or the other employees staring at you.