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From: Diola Dragontail <dioladragontail@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 2) [Asian, M/f, Oral Only, Consent, Dare, Public, Strangers]
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Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2005 03:10:03 -0400
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dioladragontail/www/

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." 


		
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