You dash out of the theatre, away from the horny mob

With a groan you pull yourself back up and over the seat, feeling the strange sensation of cold theatre air rushing into a portion of your body it has no business being. You're about to reach back to explore the damage when you notice the other patrons standing up and looking at you hungrily.

It's easy to read their minds. They've just seen you getting fucked and they want the same. While some part of you relishes the thought of being fucked with your boyfriend's cum still fresh within you the more sensible part knows it could go bad at any moment.

With a quick glance you snatch up your belongings that you can see and dash for the door.

"Hey! Wait up!" they call, making you try to move faster though your legs feel leaden.

At the exit a hand snakes out and yanks you to the side. Instead of smacking into the wall like you expect you find yourself pulled through a door that closes as fast as it opened. Your yelp is cut off by a hand over your mouth and you freeze as you hear the men outside.

"Where'd she go?"

"Dammit, I was gonna plow that ass hard!"

"All night long, man!"

With wide eyes you listen as the ribald comments continue, knowing that if you'd stayed you'd have been in for a long, rough night. Moisture drips down your thighs at the thought. You try to tell yourself its not arousal but not a part of you believes it.

As the men seem to realize they've lost you and drift reluctantly back to their seats you look at the person who'd rescued you. Could it be Jacob? Your pulse picks up at the thought, and as your eyes adjust to the lighting you see...