Trip to the Concession Stand

Bridget held her rumbling, empty stomach and decided to stick it out. She walked over to the concession stand, which was being manned by three bored-looking teenagers, freshly graduated from high school and working a summer job as the various professional schools considered their applications, or waiting for the next round of the draft to see if their test scores and Patriotism Quotient were high enough to earn them a spot with the Brass.

The reality was that they'd all most likely be rammed through Basic and shipped out to bolster the lines, barely enough training to know which end of their rifles to point at the enemy. Your PQ score determined what academies you go to, and even though it was technically illegal how far you could go up the ladder at whatever job you could land. Judging from their dull expressions, she knew she wasn't looking at the next Howard Hughes.

"I'll take a large popcorn and a Coke." she said, trying to get her food as quickly as possible before the men who couldn't find a girl in the theater started to wander into the lobby. A greasy-looking kid scooped a bag out for her and set it on the counter. Her eyebrows furrowed. "No cum?" she asked, looking at the "unsalted" popcorn.

"Sorry, ma'am. We're shootin' blanks this time of night," the kid said with a shrug. "No charge for the Coke to make up for it." She sighed, and dropped her ration card on the counter. He punched the hole and slid it back to her. She had already used 12 of the 30 slots for her monthly allowance, and appreciated not having a second punch on it for the Coke. Still, it was going to be odd to eat untainted popcorn. She hadn't had any since she'd arrived here. She took a couple bites, and decided it just wouldn't do.

Bridget walked over to the ticket booth and knocked on the back door. The pretty girl opened it, slightly surprised it wasn't another gruff laborer. "Yes?" she said, her voice squeaky and high pitched with a faint quiver. Bridget held up her popcorn and showed it to her.

"Help a girl out?" she said. The ticket girl blushed, and nodded. Bridget slid into the booth with her and sat the bag on the stained floor. The ticket girl brushed a strand of hair from her face as Bridget slid her skirt up. The girl parted her pantyhosed legs to reveal her neatly trimmed, well-fucked pussy. Bridget leaned forward and quickly licked her dripping slit. "Not bad. A little bitter, but not bad." she said, quickly and easily working her first two fingers in and out of the girl's well-fucked hole. Cum oozed down her greasy fingers and dripped onto the popcorn as she shook it to evenly spread it on the popped kernels. When the girl started to gyrate her hips, Bridget started to get embarrassed. She was rarely used by other women, or used them herself. When the last drops of cum were harvested, she stood up.

"Umm, thanks!" she said. Taking a bite, and licking her fingers clean. "Much better." She opened the door as the pretty Dame composed herself, eating her popcorn and idly wondering how this particular trend in American cuisine was covered by the P.R.A, but didn't dwell on it too long. She'd read somewhere that it was part of Future Mothers Nutrition Act as a means of providing more protein for women when periods of harsh rationing were put in place, but wasn't that well-read on the subject.

She managed to make it back to her seat with only a couple smacks on her ass, and sat back down. She didn't see the Square. He must have gotten embarrassed and left. She settled into her seat, noisily munching on her popcorn, and waited for the final act.