Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Without waiting for a response, I start hurrying inside and thankfully, everyone follows me. Yet I still hear Cindy griping under her breath about how stupid the movie is going to be and how old Tom Hanks has gotten. I shake my head. It doesn’t matter what she thinks. We’re going to see it anyways.
Quickly, we head into the theater, which is semi-dark. It’s nice because the old-timey theme continues indoors, and the seats are big and comfortable, lined in red microsuede. The big screen is enormous and framed by giant red curtains with gold tassels at the bottom that swish elegantly when they move. Thankfully, the theater is relatively empty and we manage to find a row with enough seats where we can all squeeze in together.
Carl steps aside in the aisle, and I smile, thinking he’s waiting for me to go in. But instead, Cindy flashes him a flirty smile and scoots right in, wiggling her backside. I swear, could her flowery mini-skirt be any shorter? One gust of wind, and she’ll be showing us her panties.
But Carl doesn’t notice. Instead, he files in right behind her, and gritting my teeth, I follow him, taking the seat on his other side. Luckily, Carol sits to my right, which is good because I might need a friend to get through this movie. Sensing my nerves, my buddy leans forward and whispers, “Don’t let that hussy get under your skin. Cindy’s just a bitch, full stop.”
“Thanks,” I nod grimly, trying to look normal. “Once the movie starts, I’m sure I’ll be okay.”
But you know what? Two can play at this game. Seductively, I shift in my seat so I’m leaning against Carl’s shoulder and then reach for his hand. He goes still at first, but then links our fingers together on the armrest between us before shooting me a smile.
“It’s going to be a great movie,” he enthuses. “I’m looking forward to it.”
I smile brilliantly.
“Me too! I love Tom Hanks.” With that, my annoyance fades and I smile with my head against his shoulder as the lights dim and the previews begin. To be honest, the movie is great. After about thirty minutes, I realize it’s lived up to its hype, and I’m fixated on the screen. Tom Hanks is a wonderful actor, and it’s not surprising he’s won two Academy Awards already.
Plus, the cinematography is wonderful. The scene playing out on screen right now is in a dark forest with the wind whistling through the leaves, and I can literally hear some people moan with fear. In fact, the whole theater seems to have gotten even darker. Did they lower the lights? I crane my head up to see if anything’s changed, but that’s when I see it. Carl slips his free hand into Cindy’s lap and at first, I think I’m imagining things. But then, something flickers on screen, and I see it’s not a mistake. His hand is definitely there, resting on her leg. This is not okay. I raise my hand to shake his shoulder, when suddenly, a sound reaches my ears.
“Mmph.”
What was that? My whole body stiffens and I look around. It’s definitely not coming from the screen because none of the characters being hunted down in the movie are grunting like that. Then I hear it again.
“Ummmmm.”
What the hell? I look around subtly again, and then suddenly, a movement captures my eye. It’s Carl, and this time, his hand’s not just sitting motionless on Cindy’s thigh. Instead, he’s slipped his hand under her skirt, and there’s definite fingering going on. As I watch with horrified eyes, her skirt inches upwards until I literally see his wet fingers disappearing into her swollen pink slit.
“Mmmm,” she moans again. This time, I can see her head loll back against the chair back, her eyes closed with pleasure. To my horror, Carl’s fingers increase their speed, and there’s even a distinct wet sucking sound now. OMG! How can this be happening? I’m sitting right next to my boyfriend, on his other side in fact. How can he be doing this?
My whole body is vibrating with rage. I want to slap Carl. I want to kick his ass and then drag Cindy out of here by her bleached blonde hair as she cries and writhes on the ground. But that would definitely get me banned from the Majesty, and I’m not letting them take this place away from me. Before I can figure out what I want to do, Carl leans away from me for just a second, closer to Cindy like he’s whispering to her, then he suddenly stands up. He tries to discreetly adjust himself in his pants, but I see the enormous bulge at his crotch.
“I’m going to the restroom,” he whispers to no one in particular. “I’ll be right back.”