Seeing a hooker working the theater the patrons eagerly partake

Even before you can straighten you feel a presence behind you.

"Hey, what are you..."

"Here's a twenty, I wanna nail that ass too!" someone says, grabbing your hair like a handle.

You whip around to protest, but your sudden twisting only produces a blaze of pain in your scalp, and instead of straightening you slump against the seat in front of you, groaning.

Taking your posture as submission the boy thrusts a twenty at you, tucking it neatly between your fingers and chair. You don't even notice the money as you feel him pressed against you. Fortunately Jacob left the lubricant behind so the boy squirts some on your rectum before pressing relentlessly.

Groans escape you, from both the pressure on your behind and the yanking on your hair.

"I'm not..." you start to protest, yelping when he grabs your breast and gives it a twist.

"Don't worry, I'll go faster. Damn but it went in easy," he exclaims. "Now I'll start the rough stuff, since I know you like that. Your last customer said it."

"He wasn't..." you begin, but a hard thrust manages to bury the man to the hilt, the friction making you automatically try to bolt upright. Unfortunately, with the position you're in you can't overcome the grip in your hair, or the hand clenched on your breast. The effort does, unfortunately trigger your aching bladder, which opens in a torrent.

"Hot damn, she is a squirter!" he exclaims, sawing in and out as you cry out. "And did you hear her cry out? She really does like it rough."

"Well I could go for a blowjob if you're gonna be long," another says, handing over another twenty.

Bent over as you are you can't see them but it seems that all the men in the theatre have lined up for a go at the hooker, each of them digging out a twenty to pay you with.