Absurd Fun at the Theatre

This chapter originally written by CrossC, minor edits by Samus1001

"I was a huge comic book reader when I was... well, when I was little. Still am, but not as much nowadays." Rachael was saying, hand clutching Caleb's as they walked across the huge parking lot before the theater, having spent a good five minutes making out heavily in the car.

"That is really surprising." Caleb said, his eyes continually drinking in her svelte sexy form, enjoying being seen with this hottie as much as he enjoyed seeing her.

Who knew?

"Why is that?" Rachael asked, her hand releasing his to press against his lower back and gently rub while they walked.

"Just didn't seem like your type, I guess."

She laughed happily at that one. "You don't even know what my type is!"

He thought about this for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. "No. I suppose I don't."

The both of them entered the brightly lit foyer of the place, a small arcade off to the left with the large concession stand straight ahead. Surrounding them were posters of coming attractions, as well as the hallways to the various movie auditoriums.

Noticing that he hadn't moved towards the box office at the side, Rachael slipped a hand down to pat his butt, "You already got the tickets, babe?"

He led her towards the pimple-faced young guy at the front and center of the big space beside a podium between two long cordoning off ropes, taking peoples' tickets and handing back stubs, "Nah. But relax. I'm basically family with everyone who works here."

"Even the cute girls?" she cooed in his ear, her hand moving to gently squeeze his butt.

"Especially them." He replied quickly, winking at her over his shoulder as he approached the bored teenager.

As he got closer, the teen boy noticed him and immediately brightened up. "Hey!" he practically yelled, "How've you been, man?"

"I'm good-" he paused as he read the dude's name-tag, " -Calvin. How're things going for you?"

"Oh I can't complain. Easy job, making easy money. Some free movies, basically living the life, ya know!" He laughed in a jovial manner..

"Well, that's good..." Caleb said somewhat distractedly. He'd never seen this ginger before in his life and yet thanks to the absurd magical power of his watch, the guy was basically treating him like an old friend.

"Hey, listen. You mind hooking me up? I didn't bother buying tickets but I want to show my girl the new Spider-Man movie...." He reached out and dropped a hand on the shorter guy's shoulder. Caleb had the money to buy a couple of tickets but he enjoyed the thought of manipulating this poor guy's mind too much to bother with that.

"Yeah, sure thing," he said, looking quickly around, perhaps for a supervisor of some type before grinning slyly and waving underhandedly, "Go right ahead, compadres..."

Caleb and Rachael quickly walked on, the cute girl giggling, "So that's how we're getting in, huh?"

"Duh," he said with a grin, slipping his hand confidently down to squeeze her butt, "Why pay twenty bucks for a movie when you can just walk in for free? Besides, the guy was practically my best friend after I helped him move a couch last year." Yea, he'd just made that up. Whatever worked.

"Butt-groper," she teased, swatting at his hand as they moved further into the crowded theater lobby filled with families, groups of horny teenagers, and young couples on first dates much like Caleb, except completely not because they didn't have a god-like watch. They paused briefly and Caleb instantly found himself embraced by the tight-bodied brunette. They were suddenly kissing, a very vigorous tongue in his mouth as a similarly active feminine hand groped his crotch. His dick approved....

Rachael was all smiles when they parted, giving him a significant look, "Mmmm... I want popcorn."

He couldn't help himself, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Your wish is my command, m'lady!"

Soon enough they were heading towards the vast glass counter that ran across the far end of the room, with over-priced small-sized candy boxes featured prominently, silly hat wearing teenagers rushing around behind it. Fairly confident in the power of his magic watch by now, he led Rachael past the lengthy line of people waiting to buy snacks and drinks.

They stepped between the fat man being served at the counter and the twenty-something couple waiting behind him. He glanced back at the shaved head Hispanic guy, a somewhat threatening type in a wife-beater, his bared shoulders and arms covered in tattoos. The girlfriend on his arm was pretty but in a trashy sort of way with overdone make-up and blonde hair styled into a pixie cut. She wore a very low-cut shirt that displayed her ample bosom, a large cross necklace hanging between them.

Caleb felt the guy's eyes on him for just a moment before his impassive face split with a slight grin and he nodded at Caleb before looking back at the overhead menu. That was all the confirmation Caleb needed.

He felt confident, he felt on top of the world. He could get away with practically anything! It was stupid, that he still needed basic reminders like this after all that happened, but he couldn't help it. Maybe in five years if this amazing watch still worked he would get used to it...

The plump black girl behind the counter treated Caleb like a friend she'd know all her life and it was child's play to convince her to hook him up with free popcorn. Unprompted, she even provided a couple Icee's. He winked at her and she grinned lasciviously, sticking out her tongue playfully. The receipt had her phone number on it.

Noticing something odd about the positioning of the Latino guy behind Rachael, he asked her as they walked away, "Uh... what was that dude doing?"

She clutched his arm with both of her hands and leaned into him as they headed for the auditorium showing Spider-Man, "Um... just copping a feel... I guess he thought my butt was better than his girl-friends..."

Caleb stopped short, feeling an unreasoning jealousy and possessiveness rise up. "So you were letting him grope you?"

Rachael cocked her head slightly, lips quirked as if this were some kind of amusing joke, "Yes, of course! I guess he liked my ass and wanted a feel...."

For about three seconds, he felt a complete righteous possessive fury that had nothing to do with reality. The fact that he felt like he, on some level, owned Rachael was absolutely laughable given he'd spent the last day basically fucking every single attractive female with no regard for who they were. Not even his own biological mother and sister had been spared. Even as he checked my asshole-attitude he suddenly recalled the way he'd changed the world so that men could grope the butts of girls without consequence and he relaxed fully, realizing that that moment meant literally nothing to the entirely fake relationship he was building with Rachael.