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Cruise Ship Cinema was an older style movie theater that had been converted to a multiplex as best as the architecture of the antiquated building would allow. There were eight theaters and an oversized entry lobby. The projection loft was on a second floor that ran above the lower ceiling hall that separated the theaters into two banks of four. It ran the entire length of the building and had visual access to all eight of the theaters. Cruise Ship was managed by a portly, Elmer Fuddish, man named, Mr. Puege. He always said, my name is Puege and it rhymes with huge but everyone who worked there had taken to calling him by his childhood nickname, Mister Pudge, and he accepted that.
“Tommi, can you and Valerie handle the late show and close up for me? I am coming down with something so I’ll make the deposit and go home to a lemon, and bourbon hot toddy and some sleep.”
“Sure, Mr. Pudge, We’ve got it under control. There are only three films running tonight. I can handle tickets and Val knows the projectors well enough. But I’ll go up and check on her as soon as the lobby clears.”
“Thanks, Tommi, you’re in command. What would I do without you?”
“Not to worry, Mr. Pudge.”
“In Command. Why that’s just my favorite place to be.” Tommi mouthed as she watched him lock his office and leave though the lobby. “...And the question is, what would I do with you?” Tommi knew by the way he flirted that he would be easy prey. She imagined him tied up to the thick rings in her bedroom doorjamb while she raised little red patches on his naked ass with her fly-swatter crop. Mr. Pudge turned back to wave goodbye and she shot him a smile. “Someday, Mr. Pudge,” she said, low enough that he probably heard, “goodbye, Mr. Pudge.”
Three wise guys almost knocked him over as they barged through the double doors into the lobby. They strode towards her, at the ticket counter, wisecracking and shoving each other. Tommi could smell the tangy aroma of alcohol and pot.
“Let’s see, what’s running Tonight, Darling.” The first of the three said, leering at her full breasts.
“Talk to the face ‘cause the tits don’t understand,” Tommi thought.
Tommi hated these pejoratives, Sweetie, Little Lady, Darling. She stood her ground while they ran their mouths, reading titles and show times. The lead man, “Mr. Cock of the walk,” was tall and wiry with a bad complexion that told it all. He was nothing of interest to her. The second, “The lieutenant,” was also of a type she disdained but the third guy, who hung back slightly, was another story. He was handsome with a good triangular build--nice shoulders and arms that showed in his sleeveless sweatshirt. His soft black hair set off well-defined features and bedroom eyes. He remained silent while the others continued to show off.
“Why don’t we go to three different flicks? Then we can compare notes later.” The other two consented. “I’ll take one for Master and Commander, Sweet Thang.”
Policy was that within ten minutes of starting time, even if only one person came in to see a film, they would start it. The person at tickets would call the projectionist and inform them to run that film.
“…And I’ll take one …adult ticket for …Elf.” The lieutenant snorted towards his accomplices as he spoke.
The dark one looked in her eyes when he stepped up. “One for Matrix…”
Tommi could tell he had “Please” on his lips but would never say it in front of the other two. She saw his unmistakable glance, first into her eyes then away when he saw the cool resolve there. Tommi rang up the tickets and slid them to them one at a time.
“Val, spool up, Crow, Elf and Reeves, we’ve got three patrons.” Tony spoke quietly into the wireless hand piece.
“Tommi, that’s six projectors. You know I’m new at this. Could you come up when you’re done and help me? You know, just to make sure I’m doing it right. Tommi, you wont tell Pudge, will ya?”
“Sure, Val, But your working up a pretty big debt.”
“I know. I’ll pay you back, …promise.”
Valerie had only been at Cruise Ship for a month but she had known Tommi since moving east from San Diego last summer. Tommi had helped her get the job. She also knew about Tommi’s Dominant lifestyle. She couldn’t wait to pry the details out of her about every new adventure Tommi had.
“No, Val, I mean like a weekend of, you be my sex slave, kind of pay.”
“Tommi, stop it will you.”
Tommi loved the idea of getting her payback. The thought of getting pretty Valerie Pacheco over her knee sent a shiver through her. She had been zeroing her sights in on her blond friend from the first day they met. She hung up and stepped the few paces to her right to sell the three musketeers over-salted popcorns and bucket sized sodas.
“Enjoy your movies, Gentlemen.”
Up in the Loft Val said, “Tommi, you have to see these assholes. First they had a popcorn fight in theater six; then they ran back and forth from theater to theater, now they’re sitting together in the matrix. I’ve got six projectors running with a handful in one theater and two or three in Master and Commander and these three jamokes in the Matrix Reloaded.”
“That’s five, dummy. Where’d you learn to count? You know you can use those pretty fingers for other things besides diddling yourself. Valerie.” Tommi loved to push Val’s buttons.
“Oh, yeah, there is that old guy sitting alone in the Meg Ryan movie. You know the one who always talks to you. I think he has a thing for you, Tommigirl.”
“Paleese, Give me a break. He’s older than my father. Hey, Valerie, your so curious maybe he’s the perfect guy to give you a good old fatherly spanking on that cute little badionka dionka of yours.”
“Tommi…stop it, will you.” A crimson hue spread up her cheeks.
Tommi grinned then looked through all the little windows into each theater to see for herself. A couple was making out in the back row of Master and Commander. Another two women were sitting up closer ogling Russell Crow, oblivious of the couple’s amorous activities.
“Jesus, Val, I think that chick’s giving her boyfriend a blow job down there.”
“Let___me___see___that.” Valerie syncopated her words with her steps as she rushed over to crowd Tommi at the little window. She shouldered up to her and Tommi stared at her profile while Valerie strained to see.
Where? I can’t see it.”
Tommi leaned back to give her room in front of her. Valerie’s blond hair fell forward revealing her long neck and Tommi leaned in close to take in her “Ralph.”
“Right there. He has the biggest cock I’ve ever…”
“No, Sir. They’re just kissing.” Tommi laughed and went over to the Matrix window,
“Would you look at them now. The idiots are playing with laser lights. That’s it. I’m going down right now.”
Tommi tugged her red vest, tightened her Black bowtie and started down to the theaters. She was dressed in black under her vest and tie as requested by management. She knew the bowtie was a way of management controlling the girls from wearing open and revealing blouses.
“I have to speak with you gentlemen about your behavior. First of all, you purchased tickets for three different movies and now you are sitting in one while the other two are running empty. Second, you were running from theater to theater. Third, you’ve made a mess in here. And now you’re sitting down here flashing your little laser key rings at the screen.”
The three smirked at her. Ringleader said, “I paid for my ticket and I don’t see anyone complaining, so fuck off, Sis.”
Tommi steamed up at this. “Consider this your first and last warning. One more thing and you are out of here. I am shutting off the other two projectors, so enjoy your movie boys.”
“We didn’t buy tickets for this show. Jason’s the only one who wanted to see Matrix.
“Yeah, I wanted to see Elf,” the second one with the bad complexion whined in a falsetto.
“Sorry Gentlemen, but the other two projectors are off and theater policy is that they can’t be started more than ten minutes after show time.”
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.”
Tommi smiled at the thought of him spanking his own tight little bottom. She continued to offer him some relief while she spoke softly in his ear.
“Then this must be a real turn on for you--to have your Mistress spank you.”
She slid her left hand around the front of his thigh and felt his cock. It was pulsing.
“You’re nice and hard, Jason—maybe you’re even ready to cum again. Do you want to cum for me again?”
“Yes, Mistress Tommi…thank you for this”
She enveloped his hardness in her left hand and knifed her right between his cheeks. This brought a groan from Jason.
“Ever been probed here, Jase,” her middle finger poking into him sharply.
“Noooo, …never there.” Tommi held his cock against the cold steel pipe while she probed him deeply.
“I want you right on the edge, lover boy. But don’t you dare cum until I give you my permission. Understand!” and she twisted her finger in a reaming motion.”
Valerie was glued to her spot at the window above. Her hand was down the front of her skirt and inside her leggings cupping her crotch while she watched her mentor below. She inserted her middle finger into her wet pussy and began to squirm. She knew about Tommi’s predilection for domination. She knew all about these kinky things people did from the Internet but had never seen anything like this in “the flesh”. Close to reaching her own orgasm, she heard her name being called.
“Val, stop playing with yourself up there and come down here. It’s time you learned something really useful in the movie business.”
Valerie almost toppled over backwards when she realized Tommi knew she was watching. She straightened her clothes and ran down the stairs to the theater. On her way through the lobby she turned down the lights so no one would notice they were still in the Cruise Ship after the last shows had ended.
“Come over here, Val,” Tommi said, as Val entered the isle from the other end. I want to teach you a little something.”
Valerie couldn’t even protest. She was so mesmerized by the sight of Tommi perched on the seat beside this naked man. Jason’s shirt was bunched around his neck and partially covering his head, his pants were now down around his sneakers and Tommi had his cock in her left hand and her middle and index fingers deep inside his rectum.
“Val, this is Jason. Jason say hello to Valerie.”
Jason didn’t acknowledge Valerie so Tommi probed his ass deeper and twisted her hand.
“Jason, you aren’t being polite to my assistant.”
Writhing on Tommi’s hand, Jason groaned and hello to Valerie. He was mortified, on the edge of coming again and so turned on by his predicament. Tommi removed her fingers from his ass and let go of his cock. Telling Jason to remain as he was, Tommi turned her attention to Valerie.
“Val, Jason has been helping me clean up the sticky mess he made of the theater.”
“I can see that, Tommi.” Val couldn’t take her eyes off Jason’s ass. His rectum was opened and his cheeks and the backs of his thighs were crimson.
“Valerie, sit down right here behind Jason.”
“Tommi, I can’t”
Tommi knew that Val didn’t have much sex experience of this kind and she was determined to corrupt her little girl next-door demeanor.
“Sit Down, Valerie.” And she leaned into Val’s ear and whispered to her.
“Valerie, You are in this as deep as I am. Now sit the fuck down and do exactly as I say. Besides this guy is cute and very willing. It’s time you saw how the other half live”
Valerie sat in the soft theater seat directly behind Jason.
“Feel the backs of his thighs, Val. He’s so tight”
Tommi was speaking in a sweet tone but her eyes blazed into Valerie’s. Val was so excited she couldn’t breath as she lifted her shaking hands from the arms of her seat. She placed her hands on the outsides of Jason’s thighs just below his ass.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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