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 Lo & Behold by Diola Dragontail

   Chapter 2: Saturday Matinee

   Catherine Lo stood across the street from the movie theater and tried to
look cool while she waited for her friends.  At first it was a reflex, but
now it was a habit.  She took the cigarette from her lips and tapped it
with one finger, letting the burnt ash fall to the sidewalk.  It was just a
clove cigarette, but it still had the same effect as long as no one looked
too closely.

   Catherine, or Kat as she preferred to be called, was every inch the
rebel.  At sixteen she stood only 5'1" and looked like a Chinese waif, but
she was a miniature dynamo of barely controlled trouble.  Her hair was
dark, pitch black, and use to be naturally straight, but now was curled
into a short bouncy mass.  She tried to convince her parents to let her
shave most of her head, but that failed miserably.  She did manage to get
them to agree to let her at least shave the left side of her head.  So now
the curls were pulled from the right of her head, to bunch over her left
shoulder.

   She smirked to herself as she stuck the cigarette back between her lips.
She imagined herself to be the bane of suburban life, the wild child, the
bad seed.  The girl the mother's told their sons not to go with.  Just one
sight of her leather jacket made the old ladies scream and the"Kat!" A
familiar voice yelled.  "You gonna stand out here scaring the natives all
day or are we going to go see the movie?"

   Kat grunted, her eyes spotting her friend Brandy as the source of the
voice, with her was Jane, so finally the gang was all here.

   "It's about time you two got here." Kat shouted back, leaning forward as
she tossed the lit cigarette aside.  "I was just about to come looking for
you."

   Brandy rolled her eyes as she watched Kat start across the street. 
"Yeah, right, whatever.  Don't look at me.  It was Jane's fault."

   "Thanks." Jane sneered at Brandy before looking at Kat as well.  "Sorry,
my dad was narcing out on me.  Wanted to know where I was going and all the
usual shit."

   No one on the street could possibly mistake the fact that these three
belonged together.  All three of them were dressed almost completely in
black and wore dark makeup.  Their eyes heavily lined with dark eye shadow,
their lashes extended obscenely from black mascara.  And their lips covered
in black lipstick.

   Both Kat and Jane were wearing black t-shirts, but Brandy had on a
frilly black blouse with flowing sleeves that made her look like she had
just stepped out of a vampire movie.  Kat was wearing her favorite pair of
skin tight, black jeans while Brandy sported a short leather mini-skirt.

   The only potential social faux paus was Jane, who was actually wearing a
pair of dark shorts.  Normally both Kat and Brandy would frown on this, but
today they let it slide.  After all, it was easily over a hundred in the
shade and Jane was still carrying her leather jacket over her shoulder.

   "Parents suck." Kat said in an off hand way as she arrived in front of
her friends.  "Come on, let's get inside.  I don't want to start getting a
tan."

   "God forbid." Brady joked.  "That would just ruin all of our images."

   Brandy was tall, easily 5'9", her skin was mocha brown and her features
were sharp, almost regal.  Unlike most people, her nose didn't seem to just
be plastered on her face.  Instead it flowed smoothly, peaking to a tiny
tip.  Her eyes were big and round and seemed to follow you even when she
wasn't looking at you.  She wore a trio of metal studs in each ear, the
silver of them glistening sharply against her skin.  She kept her hair long
and flowing, but today, because of the heat, it was pulled back into a
ponytail that she had clipped up on the top of her head, keeping her long
neck bare.

   "Hey," Jane whispered to her friends.  "Cover for me, okay?  I got my
dad's bottle in my jacket."

   Brandy winked a smile at Jane while Kat let out a slight whoop.  "Go
Jane."

   Jane was the most generic looking of the trio.  Her genetics seemed to
be a hodge podge mix of things.  An American Mutt, she called herself, just
too many strands of DNA to bother listing all of them.  She had short brown
hair that she still kept in the same pageboy style haircut that she seemed
to have since the day she was born.  The pale skin of her face was dusted
with a pretty healthy serving of dark freckles and her nose seemed slightly
too large for her face.  But there was something about her smile; once she
flashed it she could rend hearts around her finger like rubber bands.  And
she knew it too.

   "Hey Roooooooger." Kat crooned when they arrived at the box office of
the theater.  "How's it going, Rooooooooger?"

   "Shit.  Not you guys again." Roger moaned from behind the thick glass.
He was a year older than the girls and a senior, but he always felt out of
his league when they showed up.  "You're not going to cause trouble again,
are you?"

   "Would we do that?" Brandy asked, innocently fluttering her eyelids at
him.

   "Yes, you would." Roger groaned, shaking his head a bit helplessly. 
"You almost got me fired last Saturday."

   "Jeez, Roger." Kat rolled her eyes.  She didn't want to piss him off,
but he really needed to learn how to take it easy.  "Like you need this
place.  Fuck, in a year, you'll be off at some big college, partying every
weekend, and we'll be stuck here.  In po-dunk nowhere."

   "Yeah, well..." Roger shrugged, feeling slightly more at ease now. 
"Just don't be smoking any more Js in the theater, okay?"

   "He acts like its illegal or something." Brandy laughed, glancing at her
friends.

   "Um, it is illegal." Jane piped in from behind her friends.

   "Whatever." Kat shrugged, keeping her attention on Roger.  "No smoking
this week, we promise."

   Roger stared at her for a second, as if he'd be able to tell whether she
was telling the truth or not.  Then he just nodded with an exasperated
sigh. "Okay.  Fine."

   He punched up some tickets without taking any money from them and then
pushed the tickets under the gap in the glass.  "Pitchfork Maniacs 3 is
about to start.  Just don't cause any trouble, okay?"

   "We promise." All three of them said in sing song unison.

   Jane grabbed her ticket and glanced at it, "Pitchfork Maniacs 3, huh? 
Sounds like a real classic of European Cinema.  Does it have subtitles?"

   "Oh lord." Roger grumbled, immediately thinking that he might regret
believing them.  "Remember, you promised.  And if I get fired, the free
tickets are over."

   "Yes Rooooooger." Kat grinned as she headed deeper into the theater,
grabbing her two friends and dragging them along.

   "Bye Roger!" Brandy and Jane said in unison again, waving as they
followed Kat.

   "Hey guys." Kat whispered, slowing down her pace slightly.  "Big Bertha
is checking tickets today."

   Kat might have slowed down, but she didn't stop.  She wasn't too worried
about getting into the theater.  She was pretty sure they could smuggle a
giraffe and a herd of water buffalo past the elderly rotund woman who
guarded the gateway into the theater.

   Jane instinctively folded her jacket over her arm and moved in-between
Kat and Brandy.  They all filed up to the older woman.  Without hardly
glancing at Kat, she took Kat's ticket, tore it in half and handed back
half of it.  "Theatre 15.  Down the hall, on the left."

   Kat stepped past the woman and waited.  "Theatre 15.  Down the hall, on
the left." The woman said again, as she handed Jane her torn ticket back.

   "Theatre 15.  Down the hall, on the left." She said with the same
monotone voice as Brandy slipped by her.

   With their mission to get past the border guard successful, Jane smiled
mischievously at Kat.  Kat grinned in reply, letting Brandy take the lead
as they headed down the red carpeted hallway.

   They walked past the first set of doors as Brandy announced, "Seen it."
The second set of doors were met with the same greeting, "Seen it." Brandy
stopped when she reached the third set of doors, "How about this one?"

   "No way.  I'm not sitting through a cartoon." Kat said, wrinkling her
nose at the gaudily colored poster that hung next to the door.  It was full
of happily grinning animals in sickly sweet poses.

   "Aw, come on.  It'll be fun." Jane replied.  "You get to pick the next
one."

   "Okay, okay." Kat relented, "But you'd better have brought a big
bottle."

   "Don't worry about that, I got you covered." Jane winked, reaching her
hand out and holding the door open.

   Kat shuffled into the theater, stumbling slightly while her eyes
adjusted to the darkness.  The movie was already running, not that that
mattered to any of them.  If anything that came as a relief to Kat.  It
just meant a little bit less that she'd have to suffer through.

   In the moment it took for her eyes to see again, she was able to tell
that the theater was almost empty.  A family here, a family there, but not
many.  Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as it seemed.

   Kat came to a stop in front of one of the empty rows and let Jane file
in first.  She then followed along while Brandy followed her.  They all sat
down just as a group of raccoons broke into a song on the big screen.

   "God.  I can't believe you talked me into this." Kat groaned.  "Where's
that bottle?"

   Jane quickly fished the glass bottle out of her coat pocket and passed
it to Kat.  As the raccoons continued to sing and carry on, Kat felt like
she couldn't unscrew the bottle fast enough.  She brought the open bottle
to her nose, but she didn't recognize the smell.  At least it smelled
strong though.

   She leaned down in her seat a bit and took a healthy sip from the
bottle, feeling the liquid warm her mouth.  It was bitter on her tongue,
but slipped down her throat like cough medicine.  A moment later and she
could feel it warming her stomach.

   "Hey, check it out." Brandy's elbow nudging Kat in the side to get her
attention.

   Kat glanced at Brandy and then looked in the direction that she was
motioning.  It took a split second for Kat's eyes to focus on the dark
figure, but she spotted what Brandy was all excited about.  A man sat alone
a row closer to the screen than them and on the other side of the aisle. 
At first, there didn't seem to be anything special about the figure.  Kat
couldn't make out any details in the dark, but it didn't seem like he was
hunk or anything.

   Kat was about to say as much to Brandy when she spotted what the big
deal was.  The rhythmic up and down motion in the man's lap.  He was
wanking himself off in the movie!

   "I dare you to go over and say something." Brandy whispered
conspiratorially to her friends, but mostly directing her challenge to Kat.

   "Ut-uh." Jane added now, upping the ante.  "I dare you to offer to give
him a BJ."

   Kat laughed, glancing at her two friends.  "You don't think I'll do it,
do you?"

   As if on cue, both her friends shook their head no.  "You don't have the
guts." Brandy chided.

   "Watch me." Kat whispered back, passing the bottle to Brandy as she
stood up and stepped past her.  "And when I get back, the pair of you will
owe me."

   "Holy crap." Jane blurted out, and then glanced at Brandy.  "She's gonna
do it."

   "No way." Brandy replied, jerking a thumb in Kat's direction.  "She only
wants to make us think she's going to do it.  Watch.  I bet at the last
minute she turns and heads towards the snack bar or something."

   Kat headed out of the aisle, rolling her eyes as her mind plotted and
planned.  She headed down his aisle and plopped down heavily in the seat
next to the man.  To her surprise, the man didn't seem to even notice her
until she landed in the seat with a thud.

   His first reaction was to freeze, like some kind of small furry animal
caught in headlights.  Then his hands moved in rapid order, covering
himself quickly.  She thought that at any moment he could bolt and run, so
she decided to move quickly.

   "Hey." She whispered, without looking at him, she kept her eyes on the
screen.  "For forty bucks, I'll take care of that for you."

   "Wh-...?" He couldn't believe his ears.  Did he hear her correctly?  Or
was that just his imagination?  "What?"

   "I said." Kat repeated, just slightly louder, but still staring at the
screen.  "For forty bucks, I'll take care of that for you."

   "What do you mean?" He stammered out.  He felt like an idiot.  He wanted
to run.  This had to be a put on or something.  Or a sting.  The cops were
probably waiting behind the doors for him or something.

   "For forty dollars." Kat repeated again, starting to feel like this was
probably a waste of time.  "I'll give you a BJ.  A blow job.  I'm not
offering again."

   "Uh." He stammered still.  His mouth seemed to answer for him, like it
was operating on cruise control.  "Okay."

   "Money first." Kat said, still having never taken her eyes off the
screen, but extending an open hand towards him.

   He moved his hands quickly now, reaching for his wallet just about as
fast as he could.  His shaft lay in his lap, limp and flaccid from the
sudden intrusion.  But his wallet was out in a flash, his fingers stumbling
in the billfold to find the cash.  For the briefest second, it seemed like
he had no more money, and the pit in his stomach seemed to yawn wide.  But
then his fingertips found it, yanking out the pair of twenties he had
stashed.

   His hand shook as he placed the money in her hand, her fingers
immediately closing around it.  She quickly shoved the money into her
pocket and then finally looked at him.

   He wasn't much to look at, kind of small and mousey actually.  He looked
older than her father, but not quite as old as her grandfather, somewhere
in between.  He wore a pair of round, metal rimmed glasses and just looked
somewhat frantic, like he still was thinking about running.

   "Thanks." She said, smiling as her hand reached into his lap and
immediately found his limp shaft.  "And I promise to be good and swallow it
all up."

   He could only blink and stare at her as he felt his shaft rolling
between her fingers.  He could feel himself growing in her hand.  He
glanced forward now, he was chaperoning his daughter and her friends to the
movie and the last thing he needed was for them to come wandering back to
him.

   No.  It looked okay.  They were still where he left them.  About a dozen
rows ahead of him.  The group of six year olds just sat there staring up at
the screen.  His daughter had begged him to let them sit on their own.  So
he wouldn't embarrass her or something.

   She continued to watch the screen as she ran her fingertips over his
cock.  It wasn't taking much to get it hard, but then, she'd had a fair
amount of practice doing this.  She was sure this was going to be the best
forty dollars he ever spent, she smirked to herself.

   His shaft was full engorged now, rigid in the young woman's hand as she
stroked him.  He glanced back at her, trying to figure out how old she was.
And, for the first time he was struck by something, she looked familiar. 
He couldn't place where, but he was sure he'd seen her before somewhere.

   She pulled up slightly harder on his shaft now, stopping at the top, and
ran her finger over his tip.  She heard him gasp, but she still didn't look
at him.  She could tell he was staring at her.  A mewling sound came out of
him, like he wanted to cry out but couldn't.  She wondered if he was going
to be able to control himself all the way through.

   Looking at her profile, he finally managed to remember a snippet of
something.  He had seen her before.  At work or some sort of work function.
Then the moment came back in stunning clarity.  Last year's holiday party,
she was there.  Her name leaped into his mind like it was a neon light,
Catherine!  It was his boss's daughter, Mike's daughter!

   Kat felt the man's cock suddenly jump in her hand and she decided that
he must be close now.  Time to cement the deal she thought as she started
to slide forward in her seat.  Her hand continued to hold onto his cock,
grasping it firmly in her fingers.

   He watched her slide forward, still stunned at his realization.  What if
Mike found out?  What would he do then?  Did she know who he was?  Did she
recognize him?  He couldn't tell.  His heart was racing now.  He could feel
the blood pumping in his eyes.  He should never have agreed to this.  What
had he been thinking?

   Kat knelt on the floor in front of her seat, the floor was grossly
sticky, but for some reason she didn't understand, that seemed to make it
that much more enjoyable.  She leaned forward, bringing her head over his
lap; she held his cock steady as she kissed the tip of it.  She smiled when
it twitched in her hand again.  Oh, he was liking this, she was sure of it.

   He looked up at the screen again, his mind completely blanking as her
lips touched the tip of his cock.  He tried to calm his breathing, but even
without a conscious thought left in him, his body still raced with feelings
of anxiousness.

   Kat kissed his cock once more, before roughly licking it.  She collected
the pre-cum on her tongue and swallowed, there wasn't much yet.  The
twitching of his cock had become a full blown shake.  She leaned in a bit
more and held just the tip of him in her mouth as her hand reached lower.
Finding his balls, she started to lightly massage them.

   His hands were gripping the armrests to the point where he thought he
might break them off.  He could feel every individual bead of sweat that
was rolling down his chest.  In front of him, the screen continued to show
brightly colored pictures of happy animals dancing and singing.  In his lap
he could feel her mouth clamped around his shaft.

   Kat was sure that she already earned her forty dollars, so she went
leaned in even further, bringing all of him, right down to the base, into
her mouth.  She could feel him touching the back of her mouth, but managed
to force back down the urge to gag.  After all, she had plenty of practice
at this too.

   "Dad?" His eyes bolted forward and it felt like his heart had stopped
beating.  "Can I have some money to get popcorn?" His brain finally managed
to process what he was looking at.  His daughter, standing in the row in
front of him.  Did she know what was going on?  Had she seen?  Oh god, if
she saw, she'd tell her mother.  Oh god.

   Kat heard the voice above her and, just like the sticky floor beneath
her knees, it only excited her more.  Hell, if she got caught, she'd just
say that he asked her.  Who are they really going to believe?  For now, she
decided to enjoy the moment as she start to bob her head up and down, very
slowly.

   "Uh." His mind scrambled for the words.  He wasn't sure if he could
manage to speak.  Oh god.  Her mouth, so warm.  His wife would never do
this for him.  He pulled a shaky hand free from the arm rest and reached
into his pocket.  Taking out a handful of dollars, he held them out to his
daughter, his hand still shaking heavily.

   Kat cupped her tongue against the underside of his cock as she continued
to bob her head up and down.  She picked up a bit of speed now, her hand
squeezing his balls harder now.  She could feel him spasming in her hand,
she knew it wouldn't be long.  Just any second now.

   "Thanks dad." The six year exclaimed as she grabbed the money from his
hand and then took off down the aisle of seats.  His hand fell and rested
on the seat in front of him.  He didn't have the energy to pull it back. 
As it was, it felt like his heart was about to explode out of his chest. 
His eyes tried to focus on the screen, but everything just stayed blurry
and indistinct.

   Kat sucked harder as she felt his spasms intensify.  A half second later
and she could feel the cum welling up in him, then like a dam bursting, it
just came flooding up his cock.  She could feel the jets of liquid shooting
up and filling her throat.  She swallowed it down quickly, feeling the warm
gooeyness dripping down her throat.  She continued to suck him as her hand
kneaded his balls; she had every intention of leaving him a quivering mass.

   He felt himself cumming in her now.  Jet after unrelenting jet seemed to
spasm out of him.  It squirted out of him with a viciousness that actually
almost felt painful to him.  His head rolled to the side, staring blankly
ahead.  Barely cognizant of the world around him.

   Kat smiled to herself as she felt the last of his cum dribble out into
her mouth.  She withdrew her hand and used it to catch his cock as it fell
limply out of her mouth.  She tucked it back into his pants and then stood
up.  She looked down at his broken body and smiled even more.  "Another
satisfied customer."

   She turned and headed out of the aisle, back towards her friends. 
Slipping past Brandy as if she was just coming back from the bathroom. 
"Told you I would.  And I made some money while I was at it."

   "Holy shit." Was all that Brandy could muster in reply.

   "You need another drink?" Jane asked, offering Kat the bottle as she sat
back down between her friends.
   "I sure do, thanks."