The second spoke up now, “Then I want my money back. I didn’t pay for this stupid movie so give me my muthafucking money back.”
“Alright, anyone who has a problem with this, come back to the ticket counter and I’ll give you your refund.” Tommi turned heel and strode back out of the dark theater.
It was a half hour before the two came out of the theater towards Tommi.
“Okay, Miss Biatch, we want our money back.”
“Alright, Is it just the two of you then?”
Yeah, Jason was the only one who wanted to see the Matrix in the first place, so give us our refunds.”
“Here you are, Gentlemen, two comp tickets for another show of your choice…except on special features and opening nights. I’m also supposed to give you a voucher for popcorn and a drink but considering you made such a mess with yours Tonight—fogetaboutit.”
“Wait a minute, you said refunds. We want our seven fifty back.”
“You boys just seem to keep bumping into theater policy. You only get cash if you request it before a half hour into the film.”
“You are a cunt aren’t you?”
Tommi had had it. Leveling her piercing dark eyes on numero uno she said, “I am sorry you are disappointed with this arrangement.”
She then slowly ripped the tickets in half and dropped them into the trash slot.
“Now leave before I push the panic number. The cops will be here before you get to your car. Or at least before you’re out of the lot and that red Mustang with the “JRKBOY” vanity plate will be an easy car to spot. I’ve done it before and they don’t even ask questions anymore.”
The lead man looked like he would take a swing. But Tommi held firm and gave them a cool, Eastwood in “The Unforgiven,” stare.
“And before you begin the insults I know you’re forming in the littler of your two brain cells—you know the one in your head not the one between your legs-- let me make this perfectly clear; just one more fucking word and I call.”
This stopped him and he glared at her but Tommi just held up the phone.
“So, what’s it going to be, limp dick?”
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Jason sat uncomfortably in the middle row of the theater with his feet up on the rail. He couldn’t concentrate on the film. He kept thinking about his friends.
“What a couple of A-1 air holes,” he thought. This was the last he’d see of them. He was mortified by his friends’ behavior. “…And that usherette…he’d never seen anyone put them to bed with so little fuss. “She was so fucking hot.”
He also thought about the look she had given him when he bought his ticket. Glancing behind to make sure he was still alone in the theater, Jason undid his buckle. He pulled his zipper down and slid his pants down on his tanned thighs. He thought about the look in her green eyes when she faced them down. His cock was hardening now in his popcorn oil greased hand and he started to stroke himself more vigorously.
Valerie was squeezing the mound between her own legs while she watched Jason masturbating. She couldn’t see his cock but it was perfectly clear what he was doing. She picked up the phone.
“TommeeeGirl, guess what this guy’s dooooinnnng now.”
With his feet braced against the railing and his back against his seat back Jason was close to coming. Between the thunderous soundtrack and the blood pounding in his ears he couldn’t hear Tommi side-stepping down his isle. Just as his orgasm overtook him Tommi blinded him with the flashlight beam. There was no stopping it now and his ropey surges of semen shot into the dividing isle in front of him. Her perfect timing delighted her; to say nothing of the distance Jason shot the first two or three spurts.
Pulse after pulse shot from Jason’s penis, arced onto and over the railing. When his fantastic display subsided and he slumped back in his seat, Tommi spoke.
“Very nasty, you little perve. And if you think I’m going to clean up this mess, you really are insane.”
Jason bolted up out of his seat and tried to pull his pants back up in the harsh wash of the Mag-Light.
“Stop! Stay as you are, Perve boy.” She tossed him a roll of paper towels. “Leave the pants around your ankles, get down on your hands and knees in the isle and start cleaning up your mess.”
Jason didn’t mumble an apology; he didn’t protest at all. He just let his pants fall, scooted awkwardly under the railing and started cleaning up his cum from the carpet. Tommi stood a step above illuminating the dollops of his pearly cum in the flashlight beam. They seemed to glow in the dark. She also shined the light on his tight little ass every time he turned away from her.
“This is too good to be true,” she thought. “An empty theater, a cute subbie boy, so vulnerably exposed to me, and as much time as I want.
“…Atta boy, clean every sticky drop and when you’re through climb back up hear and scrub this railing.” With the light in his eyes he couldn’t see the glint in hers. Tommi was tingling all over but the advantage of the light gave her time to compose her plan.
When Jason was almost finished with the carpet, Tommi, lost in her lustful impatience, stopped him.
“That’s enough. Start on the railing now, Sweet Thang.”
“Your name is Jason, right? Well Jason, when I laid eyes on you I had a hunch you would be the co-operative type.”
“Yes….Mamm. I am sorry to have caused this much trouble.”
“You can call me, Tommi…Miss …Mistress Tommi.” Facing her now with the railing separating them he began cleaning the pipe.
“Say it, Jason.” And she slapped him across his face. “I want to see how it sounds rolling off your tongue.”
“Yes, Mistress Tommi.” The slap shocked more than hurt but it brought him to attention like a Buddhist novitiate.
He returned to cleaning the handrail. Tommi slowly played the light from his face down his lean body and spotlighted his erection. With the light now out of his face, Jason could see her better. She was beautiful and her body was full and curvy. He saw the determined lust in Tommi’s eyes and it only made him want to obey her more.
I think you are enjoying this cleaning detail, Jason. This cock of yours looks as hard as that steel pipe.”
“Yes, …Mistress Tommi. I am at your service.”
“Why don’t you climb back under the rail and work from this side?”
Jason slid under the railing again. With his hard cock and his pants around his ankles it presented an amusing sight for Tommi. She softened a little with his acquiescence. She placed her hand at the small of his back and slid it up under his sweatshirt. She pushed the loose garment further up his back, revealing more of his admirable build. Jason mistook this for a sign that things were going to change from her dominant behavior to something more amorous. He stopped cleaning the rail and arched his back to bring the back of his head in contact with Tommi’s shoulder. He was right about change but wrong about the direction.
“Ahhh, that is so sweet, Jason.” She leaned in close to his ear and, pushing down on his back, whispered very steadily, “Now bend right down over that rail, Jasey, and grab your ankles. We’ve just begun.”
She lightly rubbed the backs of his thighs, “Good legs, Jase, and what a sweet ass.” Tommi cupped each of his tight cheeks and then began to spank him lightly. Jason jolted at the first few spanks then began to squirm. When she knew the pleasure was just beginning to turn to a sting Tommi began to increase her strength and regulate the blows. Jason began to writhe and the top of his stiffened cock rubbed and bumped against the underside of the steel railing.
“That’s a good boy, Jason. You seem to know how to take a good spanking. Done this before? Hmmm…” Three hard slaps brought him back.
“Yessss, Ma Mamm…” Two more stinging blows.
“Mistress Tommi.”--Two more—harder now.
“Yes what, Jase…” Tommi now cooing to him and trailing her dark nails over the reddened surfaces she had been attending. “You have been spanked before?
“Relaxing a bit now, he answered her, “…not…by someone else.”
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