Bratz – The Movie

Brad allowed the two young women time to get dressed, mentally urging them to hurry up before he was missed. Still in helpful host mode, he advised them of the location of the bathrooms so they could freshen up and wipe the cum splashes off of their breasts. Finally- and not before time, Brad reflected – they crept out of the storeroom and headed for the indicated facilities.

Brad smartened himself up, checked the storeroom conscientiously, then let himself out a few minutes after the girls, locking up carefully behind him.

“Excuse me young man,” came a sharp feminine voice behind him. Brad turned.

“Excuse me,” repeated a harassed-looking woman with two children. “Are you in charge here?”

“Well, I’m the…”

“Because there’s something you need to deal with in screen 5,” she continued, before he could finish. “Some very badly behaved girls are ruining the film with the racket they are making.”

“Racket? You mean talking..?”

“And other things,” the woman said darkly. “There’s a group of them I had to take the children out in the end. We’ve missed half the movie as it is.”

“O-kay,” said Brad carefully. There was a policy for this. “Let me just get you a refund on your tickets. There’s another film starting over in screen 8 that you might like and we’ll get you some popcorn on the house. How would that be?”

“And the girls?” asked the woman, somewhat mollified already.

“I think I know the ones you mean,” Brad responded. He remembered a group of four loud and sassy short-skirted girls in their late teens coming in earlier and raucously offering their opinions of the shows on offer. “I’ll tell those BRATZ – THE MOVIE is for everyone to enjoy.”

Brad smiled infectiously, sorted out the refund, bought the popcorn and escorted the woman and her children to the film, before going to sort out the bratty girls.

Brad made his way into the darkened theatre and immediately heard the squealing and shrieking of the foursome sat at the back. Mercifully, the film was not that popular and the theatre was almost empty, with most of the customers bunched at the front – possibly in an attempt to avoid the noise of the girls. Brad made his way purposefully down the aisle and shone his torch on the offending foursome.

“Hey you b….” he began, before the words died in his mouth.

The torch beam illuminated the long bare leg of one of the girls who was lying across the laps of her three friends. The gentle fingers of the girl sitting farthest from Brad ran up and down the back of the calves and thighs of her recumbent friend, whose panties, Brad noted, were dangling casually from one ankle. He allowed the beam to wander further up the teenager’s leg and had to swallow hard as he reached her hips: Her short loose skirt was hitched up around her waist and her middle friend had her hip grasped in one hand, whilst sliding three or four fingers in and out of lying-down-girl’s soaking wet pussy with the other. Despite his recent exertions, Brad felt his cock press hard against the insides of his grey slacks.

A muffled moan of pleasure greeted the in-strokes into the prostrate girl and it wasn’t hard to see why: As Brad moved his torch beam closer again, to the lap of the dark-skinned girl in the aisle seat, he noted that her panties were also round her ankles, her short skirt was hitched up, and that the red hair of the reclining teenager was bobbing in her lap, between her coffee coloured thighs. Her dark friend’s thighs muffled the redhead’s sighs, but the former had no such impediment, biting her lip and whimpering with pleasure. Brad shone his torch into her face and she shielded it with one hand. The other he noted was fondling the breasts of the redhead under her hitched-up top.

Enthralled, Brad moved the beam away from the dark girl’s face and roamed back towards the other two seated teenagers: The middle girl was a blonde and her fried at the far end was brunette. As well as stimulating the redhead’s pussy and thighs, they were locked together at the mouth, seemingly trying to eat each other’s faces off.

Brad began to feel uncomfortably hot.

“Look… um… ladies,” he began. “You can’t… um… you can’t… Hey! What are you doing there!”

This last was as he became aware that the black girl was loosening his belt.

“You can’t…” he began again. But they could. And as soon as his belt came loose, the redhead reached up her arms and yanked down his slacks. Her head remained buried between her dark friend’s thighs, but she grabbed the back of Brad’s legs and pulled him closer.

Meanwhile, once his slacks hit the ground, the black girl grasped hold of Brad’s engorged cock and gasped in appreciation. He caught a glimpse of pearly white teeth before her lips consumed him and he felt her expert tongue exploring his length.

Brad swallowed nervously and switched of his torch. At least the dark girl wasn’t moaning so loudly, now that her mouth was full of his cock, so he could at least congratulate himself on a partial success.