Looking for Lewd (in all the right places)

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2011

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Abstract: A policeman investigates complaints about an adult theatre, where the
manager is more than happy to show him the sights.

Officer Escobedo opened the door of the adult movie theatre and stepped from
the hundred-degree heat into blessed air conditioning. There had been a series
of confused calls to the station house about lewd behavior, and Carlos had
drawn the assignment. He looked around the lobby, which was empty save for the
plump older brunette at the ticket and snack counter who was talking on a cell
phone. He walked over and flashed his badge, explaining that he needed to go
inside to check out some complaints. The woman shrugged and waved him toward
the curtained entrance, still busy with her phone call.

The theatre inside was nondescript - if you've seen one X-rated movie house,
you've seen them all. The place was fairly full, more men than women, plenty of
hands in laps but nothing that looked like an obvious violation. The film was
some low-quality flick, with wobbly sound, jerky camera work and poor lighting.
There didn't seem to be much of a plot, just lots of T&A and unrealistic money
shots.

The officer checked his watch - 45 minutes already? It didn't seem like that
was possible. There was some kind of balcony upstairs; he was going to have to
check that out as well. He turned back toward the curtains, his black dress
shoes coming loose reluctantly from the sticky floor. Out in the lobby, he
crossed to the grilled gate labeled "Couples Only". It was locked, so he went
to talk with the brunette at the ticket counter. She wouldn't let him up
unescorted even after he threatened her with a citation. "Badges are badges,
but I'm just the manager - the owner makes the rules," she explained.

Fortunately, the woman's assistant arrived at that time, so the brunette, who
identified herself as Bridget, handed off the counter duties and announced she
would accompany the officer as (you could see her mentally rejecting one word
after another) his "chaperone".

"Doesn't that locked door violate the fire code?" he asked.

"No, there's a quick-release on the inside. I'll show it to you."

She demonstrated the emergency release on the grilled door, and the two of them
climbed the wide stairs to the balcony. Carlos watched Bridget's ass
appreciatively as it swiveled just ahead of him under her loose skirt.

The acoustics upstairs were much worse than downstairs. The movie sound echoed
on itself turning the feeble dialogue into confusing goose-gabble; it hurt
Carlos's head trying to make sense of it. The balcony rows had much more leg
room than the downstairs seats, and the audience here was lit both from the
noisy projector behind them and the light reflected off the movie screen.

Bridget stopped, and Carlos ran right into her from behind. She took his arm
and held it against her side. "You'd better wait until your eyes adjust; we
don't need a lawsuit over an on-the-job injury."

While he waited, he glanced from one part of the balcony to another, squinting
against the flickering of the light. Lewd and lascivious, without a doubt. He
started to reach for his ticket book, but that was the arm that the manager was
holding. "Excuse me, ma'am, but I'm definitely going to have to write you up."

"What for, officer? I don't see anything out of the ordinary here."

"Nothing out of the ordinary? What about that topless woman in the front row?"
He pointed to a blonde with shallow breasts and protruding nipples, sitting in
the lap of an older man.

Bridget protested, and pulled him down for a closer look. "What's she doing to
deserve a ticket, Officer? She's not even moving."

What the manager said was true enough; the topless woman was sitting
stock-still, eyes glazed and mouth wide open. Her nipples were hard and seemed
to vibrate along with the confusing sound from the speakers. Other than her
upper body, the woman was dressed demurely, a long skirt discreetly covering
her wriggling lap. "Surely she needs to be *doing* something in order to be
ticketed, Officer, isn't that right?"

Carlos pulled his eyes away from the woman. That made sense, after all. The
woman wasn't actually doing anything... no, that wasn't right. He shook his
head to clear it, and looked up two rows right into the face of a man who wore
a smile of pure bliss. The smile couldn't have been caused from the movie,
though, because the man's eyes were covered by a blindfold. The women on either
side of the man were watching the movie as if nothing was out of the ordinary,
but Carlos had a cop's sense of something offbeat happening.

"Okay, Bridget, what about him?" Carlos pointed to the blindfolded man and
pulled the manager along to the aisle and up several stairs, crossing over
patrons' feet to get to the middle of the row. The man's pants were open and
his thick cock stuck up obscenely. The woman on his left had her fingers curled
under his hairy balls and the woman on his right was stroking his cock with an
emphatic twist and flip of her wrist. Both women were watching the movie screen
intently, and neither paid any attention to the officer or the manager. "You
can't tell me that he's not doing anything!"

Bridget took the officer's hand and held it over the man's lap. "Does he look
like he's doing anything? He looks like he wants to, I'll admit, but he's just
sitting there twitching. Here, feel it!" With that she curled Carlos's hand
around the sticky cockhead. The man snapped his head back and his cock jerked,
smearing precum into the officer's palm, but he showed no other reaction to the
added contact and the women continued their machinelike stimulation between his
thighs. "Poor man, I feel sorry for him like that, surely you wouldn't want to
add to his troubles by writing him a ticket." Carlos was too busy trying to
find a discreet way to wipe off his hand to argue the point.

"Now if you really want to write a ticket, take a look to your left." He turned
his head and looked where the manager indicated. Further down that same row, a
totally nude woman was seated with two nude men standing on either side of her.
As Carlos's eyes focused, first one man then the other started thrusting their
hips showering the woman with semen, spraying her blonde hair, her breasts, and
each other. He tried to hustle down the aisle but it was difficult getting past
people's legs with the soles of his shoes sticking to the floor. By the time he
arrived, the woman was rubbing the cum into her breasts and the men were
jerking themselves up for a second round.

"Here now, you can't be doing this in a public place!" Carlos fumbled for his
ticket pad, but his pants had wound up down around his ankles and the seated
blonde chose that moment to lean forward and wrap her lips around his erection.
His words took on some of the same confusion as the movie soundtrack, and he
clapped his hands quickly around the woman's head as she swallowed what
otherwise would have been his own forceful addition to the whitish globs
decorating her sweaty body.

Things got very busy after that.

Bridget was insistently helpful in taking the now-naked officer to see people
engaged in activities ranging from merely obscene to dramatically perverse, but
for one reason or another he never finished writing any of the tickets. It was
the hand playing with his balls, or the projector flickering in his eyes, or
the musky taste of women on his tongue. Eventually he found himself lying on
his back, head in the manager's lap, looking up confused into her big warm
eyes. Oddly, despite the volume of the movie soundtrack, her voice came sweet
and clear to his ears.

"Poor Carlos, the heat outside must have gotten to you." Her fingers moved
soothingly through his hair and across his chest while he sweated and shivered,
his hips bucking against the pulsing pressure inside his rear. "Mama Bridget
knows just how to take care of hot-blooded policemen, oh yes she does. We'll
just get you put back into your uniform so you can tell the nice men at the
police station there's nothing to see here. And if they ask again, you can
volunteer to do the follow-up visit."

Someone brought cool washcloths, and someone else found the various scattered
parts of the police uniform. Before he quite knew what was happening, Carlos
was being helped down the stairs with Bridget's arm around his back. At the
snack counter she even insisted on giving him a free soda, "for that awful heat
out there".

Carlos apologized for taking up Bridget's time, and headed for the front door.
Behind his back, the assistant's head disappeared behind the snack counter and
Bridget leaned back against the popcorn counter with lidded eyes.

The heat outside was still oppressive, even with the sun starting to set.
Carlos took a swallow from his soda, looked at his watch and frowned. He'd
definitely have words with the desk sergeant when he got back about nuisance
complaints wasting the police department's valuable time.

He absently adjusted his cock inside his new panties, got into his cruiser and
drove off.

/END/

Endnote: Originally published at the Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive
(http://www.mcstories.com/).