Some strangers come to investigate the commotion before the boys can do anything

"Shit Jenny, you're naked!" one of them exclaims, far too loudly for your tastes.

"Everything alright here?" one of your fellow theatre-goers asks, trying to pretend he hadn't been ogling you since the beginning. You slink down a little farther in embarrassment; teasing the boys was one thing, but this could get out of hand.

Slumping has the unfortunate side effect of pushing your bared mound into the heap of popcorn, several kernels sticking to your lips. On the plus side, the mound of popcorn nearly hides your mound of sex.

"I... I just had an accident," you say quickly, praying he'd go away and not notice your nudity.

Instead of going away he just stares at you, taking a good hard look at your chest before looking down at your popcorn covered crotch. Worse, a second guy has come over to check out the fuss - and the lone girl in the theatre.

"What's going on?" the newcomer asks.

"Oh, she had an 'accident'," the other fellow says, the bite of sarcasm in his words.

"Those are embarrassing alright," the newcomer nods, acting as if he hasn't noticed that you're naked, "No one wants to sit around in soiled underwear."

"I'm not wear... I mean..." God you want to crawl under the seats now, a feeling further enforced when a third person comes over, followed by the theatre worker who'd punched your tickets.

Red-faced on the inside you try to brazen it out by putting a pleasant look on your face, giving away none of the mortification you feel at all the attention, looking for all the world like this is normal for you.

"Someone had an accident?" the man asks, his eyes instantly fastening on your chest. If they were hands you'd be gasping in pain.

Normally you'd be a little pleased to have a guy ogling your relatively unappreciated chest, but in this case you just want to slide down and become invisible. Unfortunately, all sliding down does it push your crotch and bottom against more buttery popcorn.

"Sorry to be making a mess of your place," the guy on your left says. "Maybe compensation is in order?"