The Usherette

“Don’t be shy, girl, Jason loves it. Dontcha, Jasey?”

“Yes, Mistress Tommi, I love it.”

Even Jason seemed to be egging her on. He seemed to move his ass back a little closer to Valerie. It didn’t take much more encouragement before Valerie, with a glazed look in her eyes, was fondling the naked boy’s ass and thighs. His flesh was hot.

“Stand up, Jason, and take that stupid shirt off.”

Jason did as Tommi told him and stood with his belly rubbing against the railing. Val took hold of his buns and felt the hardness there as the boy squeezed his muscles tighter.

“Step out of those pants so you can spread your legs for the nice girl, Jase.”

Valerie placed her hands on the backs of Jason’s thighs. Tommi told her to feel his cock and she slid her hands between his legs and felt his balls and grasped his stiff cock.

“Valerie, have you ever had a man like this? Do you want to see his cock? Would you like to feel it in your mouth?”

“mmmm, He’s so hard and his balls are so big and they’re hanging so low.”

“That’s because he’s holding a great big load, Val. Turn around for Valerie, Jason, and show her what you have for her.”

Jason turned slowly and stood between Val’s knees. His cock was engorged with it’s reddened helmet right within her reach. Valerie cupped his balls with one hand and wrapped the fingers of her other hand around his dick. She timidly began to stroke him.

“Be careful, Val, he doesn’t have much holding power left and I want you to take him in your mouth.

“Absolutely not, Tommi. I am not going to suck his cock.” But as she continued to stroke the boy’s rigid member her words trailed off and she moved forward to sheath his beautiful cock in her mouth.

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The last show to end that night was “In The Cut,” an S&M thriller with Meg Ryan. Charles Dumont had been the only on in the theater. When the film ended he hadn’t waited for the credits to finish. He’d just left and, as he usually did, poked his head into some of the other theaters on his way out to see if he could catch an ending. When Valerie had checked his theater she didn’t see him because he was in a theater she had already checked. So she thought he had left the Cruise Ship. Dumont had heard the ruckus in the Matrix and had slipped quietly in the door. The sight he saw in the center of the theater had astounded him. Right there as the film was ending, Tommi, the Usherette with whom he had a casual friendship was spanking a poor guy doubled over the hand railing in the center of the empty theater. Dumont was not unfamiliar with the D/s world, having been a player for years. He knew Tommi was a Domina from chats with her on the Internet. Dumont crept along the entry ramp till his eyes were just over the floor of the second bank of seating and directly in line with the aisle where the action was happening. He had watched the spanking with interest. He was delighted with Tommi’s command of the scene. When she had begun to jerk her boy off and probe his anis with her fingers Dumont had reached for his own zipper. Then Tommi called out to the second Usherette in the projection booth and he slipped out of the theater and into the men’s room next-door. He waited till he heard her hurried entrance and crept back in to watch the ending of this unexpected show.

“That’s it, suck him off and swallow every drop. I don’t need any more sticky mess in here to clean up.”

Tommi fondled Jason’s tight ass with one hand and stroked Valerie’s long hair with the other as she goaded Valerie on. She could feel each of them as they synced their movements towards Jason’s explosion.

“Val, you just love to suck his cock, you little hussy. Dontcha?

Valerie only slurped and moaned like she was eating an oversized Popsicle. Jason was leaning back, hands gripping the rail, head thrown back, eye closed and fucking Valerie’s whole head now.

“Come on, Jasey. You have my permission. Shoot your big load for my pretty Usherette.”

“ARRRGGG” Jason bowed his body and thrust his arrow deep into the usherette’s throat. His cum must have been sizable because Valerie made a commendable effort for the first spurts but her eyes panicked as she realized he was far from empty.

“Don’t you dare spill a drop, Val. Take all his sweet cum. It’s hot isn’t it”

Valerie didn’t answer but she lived up to here namesake, making a Valiant effort. She had made it through the first hot gushes and was now sucking the poor Jason’s still hard cock inside out. She finished with tears in her eyes; lavishly licking and kissing the flesh instrument that had given her so much pleasure.

Just as they began to come down from this flight they were all shocked by the sharp sound of someone slowly clapping his hands.

“Who the fuck are...”Tommi was the first to respond. She was livid at this surprise intrusion but as she recognized the silhouette standing at the end of the aisle she relaxed.

“Dumont! How long have you been here?”

“Well, Tommigirl, pretty much for the whole affair and let me add, I’ve enjoyed it.”

Tommi walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek. The other two, who were not at all comfortable with this new development, watched as the two whispered together for a few moments. Tommi then turned to them with a wicked grin.

“Jason; Valerie, this is my friend, Dumont. He is going to join us for the next act.”

Dumont stepped right in, speaking to the second usherette, “Valerie, Tommi tells me you have been …curious. Well, I think it’s time you had some experience. Stand up, Val.”

“…I’m sorry but if you think I’m going to let you…” Valerie said from her seat.

“Up on your feet, Valerie,” Tommi said, “You’ve been naughty and Dumont is just the man to spank that round bottom.”

Neither Tommi nor Dumont weakened at Valerie’s attempt to protest. Dumont took her hand and urged her to her feet. He placed his left hand on her tummy and his right on the small of her back.

“Yes, Valerie, You have been naughty and this is something you deserve. Now are you ready for your initiation,” his hand now sliding down over her plump behind.

Valerie lowered her head and sniffled. “Fuck you, Tommi”

Dumont held his hand on her ass and spoke softly to her now. “Have you ever been spanked before?”

“…No Sir.”

“Well then this is all the better. You have been waiting for this a long time, haven’t you? Dumont lifted his hand away from her ass.

Well, Valerie? Have you?

Valerie nodded, no, with her chin to her breast. And Dumont spanked her once and allowed his hand to remain where it landed. He rubbed the backs of her thighs through her black skirt and then spanked her a few more times.

“You know your Father would be very upset if he knew how you have been behaving Tonight?” And he spanked her harder now. She nodded and he spanked her two more times--harder again.

“Turn around Valerie, kneel on the chair seat.” She did as told. Kneeling on her seat cushion, erect posture, with her hands resting on the top edge of the seat back.

Dumont reached into the row behind her and pushed the seat cushion down.

“Now bend right over the seatback and grab those armrests.”

Valerie reached for the armrests in the row behind enjoying the anticipation of what was to happen. She couldn’t believe she was in this predicament but with her ass up and her shoulders lowered and Jason’s cum drying on her chin she felt right somehow.

“That’s a good, Kitty, ” Dumont enjoyed the view--her short black skirt riding high exposing her firm thighs.

“Meooow…Ouch!” Dumont spanked her hard just as she began her sarcastic response.

As he spanked her he saw the dampness on her leggings between her legs. Dumont knew exactly what she was feeling and just as she began to turn her ass away from his stinging slaps he stopped and slid his fingers beneath the waistband.

“You know you are going to get a good bare bottom spanking tonight in front of your friends?”

Dumont didn’t wait for her answer. He slowly began to slide the material down her cheeks. When he got them below her upper thighs he was delighted by the pink hue her cheeks had already taken on. The white flesh of the backs of her thighs and the reddened cheeks against the black, ribbed material was inspiring.

Tommi shook her head and sat down in one of the theater seats. She kicked off her shoes, opened her pants and shimmied out of them. Then she pulled Jason out of his trance and over in front of her.

“Get on your knees,” she rasped as she opened her labia with her fingers. “Lick me, Jason. Fuck me with your tongue.”

Falling to his knees, Jason lowered his hungry mouth over her sex. And with his ears nestled between Tommi’s powerful thighs, her humid lust drowned out the sounds of Dumont’s stinging slaps on Val’s bared bottom.

Dumont stopped spanking Valerie and began to caress her heated ass. He trailed his fingers between her open thighs and felt how wet the second Usherette she had become.

“Sooo wet, Valerie. Do you want to come now?”

Hearing Dumont’s words, Tommi laced her fingers into Jason’s soft black hair and tightened her fists. She rode his face hard.

Valerie’s inhaled “yeeehissss… pleeeeassse” spurred Dumont on. He buried his fingers inside her and she writhed back.

“Yesss, Jason, don’t stop. That’s it …Don’t Stop. Don’t Stop. Don’t Stop.”

Valerie’s sensual hisses and yelps and Tommi’s taunts and moans mingled together and Dumont felt himself hardening. But he knew he would receive his reward at another time, in another way; he knew how to keep things in order. The two Usherettes came at the same time.

The four of them sat in a row in alternating seats—boy, girl, boy, girl. They were spent and dazed. Dumont, at the end, lit a cigarette and pulled a long drag. Tommi took it from his hand. “Sorry, Sir Dumont, there is no smoking in the theater.” And she took a drag and passed it down the line; Valerie declined. A peaceful spell enveloped them. But it was soon to be broken.

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“JAAATHON…YO JAAATHON…WHERE ARD YOU MAAAN?”

Valerie, Jason, Tommi, and Dumont all heard the outer theater doors slam. Then they heard the drunken slurred yells. Each jumped up and hurried to straighten out there closes.

“HEY JAAATHON…ARE YOU PLAYING HANKETY Y PANKETY WITH THAT LITTLE BITHCH?”

YEAH… JAAATHON,…ARE YOU PLAAAIN…HANKIDY PANITY…OH FUCKIT…WHERED THE FUGG ARE YOU>>>JAATHON?”

Jason’s friends had debated about going back after him at the bar near building 19. Their humiliation at Tommi’s hand had increased their thirst and by the time they had decided on the noble thing to do--Kick some ass—they had gotten to drunk and sloppy to carry out the stealth rescue mission they had imagined.

“Follow me. I know what to do with these assholes,” Tommi hissed as she ducked the rail and ran down the aisle towards the screen. They ducked under the glowing red EXIT sign.

“There’s an employee’s fire stairway back up to the projection loft. We can head up to the booth and come down the front stairs to the lobby and head them off. But we have to get something up there first.”

Tommi had jumped into action so quickly that no one questioned her plan. Up in the booth she barked orders.

“Dumont, check on those guys and tell me what they’re doing. Jason, go into the janitor’s closet there and grab a mop and a bucket, and some other cleaning supplies. AND, EVERYBODY BE FUCKING QUIET,” she pantomimed as if she was yelling. She told Valerie to go into the locker room, and what exactly she needed from there.

“Meet me in the lobby as fast as you can.” As soon as everyone was in action she reached for the receiver in her belt holster.

The two wise guys had clowned around in the theater for a few minutes snickering at their own ineptitude. Lieutenant went into the exit corridor at the front of the theater to see if anyone was out there.

From out in the corridor he said, “I told you nobody would be here.”

When he came back he stopped under the EXIT sign.

“Now what the fuck do we do? What are you doing?”

Ringleader man was standing at the railing in the center of the theater.

“What the fuck is this? There are paper towels all over here and isn’t this Jason’s shirt?”

They both headed out of the theater and down the long hall towards the lobby checking each theater as they went. When they rounded the corner four policemen were standing in the center of the lobby with their guns drawn. There were two cop cars out side the glass doors of the theater —parked at angles to the doors with their blue and white strobes turning everything into a cold, sobering scene. Resigned to their fate, they looked around the lobby. Tommi was standing at the ticket counter with the receiver in her hand. She held it at ear height just to make her point. Valerie was standing behind the candy counter as if she was restocking. There was an older man they hadn’t seen before in Latex gloves shoveling out the popcorn into garbage bags. And outside the glass doors there was another guy with his back to them mopping the sidewalk. They were all wearing red Cruise Ship vests only the guy mopping didn’t have a shirt on under his.

“You Gentlemen can come with us co-operatively or we will bring you out another way; it’s your choice.” They were ushered out through the doors, past the guy mopping and into the two waiting cars.

After the doors were all slammed shut Jason turned towards the cars. Lieutenant was slumped down in his seat with his head down. But in the other car, Ringleader was violently mouthing a string of expletives at him. His spittle spotting the glass as the cars rolled off.

L O Reins

Occasionally I write stories for my friends. This story was written for a new friend, Tommigirl who works at a movie theater. It is all fiction. I hope you enjoyed reading it and that you will vote and send feedback. We writers depend on your votes and love to hear your thoughts. I’ll answer even if you burn me down but, in that case, it might just be moans of pain.