But surely Mother knows they were going to bring me here, Jackie consoled herself. She did give Matt the tickets, after all! She couldn't understand why her mother would want her going to a place like the sex theater, but then, she didn't really understand most of what her mother thought or did. It was as if the black-haired mother and her golden-haired daughter were opposite ends of the spectrum, with totally different goals and morals.
Stella Burnside's whole face lit up when she spotted her young college student lover leading his friend and her own daughter Jackie toward the popular movie theater. She excitedly let herself out of her glass booth for a moment to welcome them to the show, and she beamed silently to her young innocent daughter, thinking that tonight might be a turning point for her. "I'm so glad you decided to come, dear," she whispered, squeezing Jackie's hand. "I just know this movie will have special interest for you…"
Jackie looked quizzically at her mother, but Matt and Greg hustled her past the stills and into the dimly lit cinema. It wasn't too crowded yet, but the way the two ushers were laughing and rubbing their hands together indicated that they expected to see a sell-out crowd here tonight, for the opening of "Cecilia's Surrender", the hot new feature film shot on location in Argentina, without any breaks in the action. It was an entirely new concept in movie-making, and critics from all the newspapers were already crowding into the special section roped off for members of the press.
To Jackie, the theater seemed a lot more exciting than it had seemed when she had been here before. In the first place, the standard, semi-comfortable, velvet theater seats had been replaced by comfortable couches, where people could be seated in parties of two, three or four in intimate comfort. A balcony had been added, to provide enough seating, and the furniture was grouped like chairs around a night-club table, so that people could talk quietly to each other during intermissions without disturbing others.
One of the ushers led Jackie, Matt, and Greg over to a plush green couch against one wall, just behind the area reserved for the critics. He leaned down and whispered to the blonde girl that it was the best seat in the house, and that any daughter of Stella Burnside's certainly deserved it. Jackie smiled prettily when the usher backed away and left them alone.
It seemed like no time until the house lights began to dim, and a spotlight appeared in the center of the stage just below the wide-angle movie screen. A man's voice sounded boomingly over the PA system, introducing the special attraction for tonight, Cecilia LaFruta, in person, the star of the incredible new film, "Cecilia's Surrender!"
A low accompaniment of Latin-sounding music rose from somewhere in the wings, and soon, the black spangled curtains in front of the screen began to rustle and shimmer, as though there was some whirlwind force rippling over them. In seconds, the whirlwind force was revealed to be an unbelievably young-looking Latin girl, dressed entirely in red and black. Her hair, which was long, thick, and curled voluptuously around her shoulders like a fur stole, was a flaming, sequined red, and it shone like real fire in contrast to the golden tan of her skin and the shiny black patent leather of her abbreviated, bikini brassiere. Her naked torso seemed to have been painted with some kind of sheer, shimmery glitter, for with every sensual undulating movement she made, her whole belly seemed to glow with the reflected light from the spotlight which was on her. Inches below her glimmering waistline, the girl wore a short black skirt, hung with long, spangled fringes which swayed and brushed against the floor. Through the illusory black shadow that the fringe created. Jackie, Matt, and Greg could see the girl's high-heeled Spanish riding boots, complete with heavy silver studs which gleamed in the dark.
As she approached the microphone, the audience hushed, and you could almost feel the intake of air as they all held their breath.
"Good evening, lay-dees and gentle-men," the soft-spoken girl said in her exotic accent. "I am pleesed to come here, in the United States. I hope you weel enjoy my new mo-vee… I am verrry happy to welcome you tonight…" As she spoke slowly and carefully, her intense dark eyes were glittering with sensuous moisture. The spotlight that was focused on her gradually drew back, making the girl seem smaller and smaller as the circle of light got bigger. Slowly, the black spangled curtains began to slide away from the screen, and the spotlight faded to a faint, orange glow. Then, incredibly, Cecilia LaFruta suddenly appeared to grow to absolutely enormous proportions. The girl herself stood alone on the stage, but behind her, her image appeared on the movie screen, dressed in exactly the same clothes she was wearing tonight! The huge filmed image began to sway softly to some unheard music, and below her, in miniature real life, Cecilia danced lightly off the stage, leaving the whole theater mesmerized by her sensuous motions on the film.
The green velvet couch where Jackie sat wedged between the two college boys suddenly gave a little lurch, and all three occupants looked up to see a smiling Stella Burnside sliding in next to Greg. "This is the first showing of this movie," she whispered to the tall, well-built blond youth, "and I always sneak in to see the first showing…"
Greg smiled obligingly, thinking to himself, Shit, this broad is twice as far-out looking as old Matt said… Sitting between the older woman and her daughter the way he was, Matt's roommate could feel his loins beginning to tingle already, even though the movie had hardly begun.
The movie house was filled with the soft background music of the movie soundtrack, and the huge, sensually swaying image of Cecilia LaFruta on the screen gradually shrank, to reveal the setting of the film. The girl was dancing to herself in some kind of dressing room, as if she was preparing to go out on a stage any minute. In the upper right-hand corner of the screen was a faintly blurred suggestion of prison bars, indicating that the erotic young girl was being held captive, perhaps by the people for whom she was preparing to perform.
The camera zoomed in on the prison bars, showing them to be in a small window, and on the other side of the bars, two black glinting eyes were staring lustfully at the captive slave. Greg inhaled sharply, as did several other members of the audience, but his gasp was more than just the realization that the girl on the film was in danger.
Someone's hand had planted itself down right over the growing bulge of his penis!
"Aaaugh," he groaned in a hoarse whisper. "Wha…?" He tore his eyes from the screen, and looked at the two gorgeous women on either side. Both Jackie and her voluptuous mother were intently watching the movie, but Greg looked down and saw that the hand over his pants' fly belonged to Stella. Jesus Christ! he thought to himself… She's supposed to be Matt's chick…
The girl on the screen seemed to be unaware that anyone was watching her, and she continued dancing with increasing wildness, as though the music in her head was reaching some kind of crescendo. She whirled and spun around in the tiny dressing room, sending the long black fringes of her skirt flying like a black cloud around her perfectly shaped thighs and buttocks. Her flaming, glittering red hair whirled out from her head, completely obscuring the beautiful mysterious features of her face as she rocked and undulated in a frenzied spin, nearly causing herself to lose her balance. The tension in the audience was reaching a heavy peak with the pounding beat of the music that filled the theater, but still Cecilia spun on and on, around and around… and around… Oh, God, and around…
The camera focused on the lasciviously watching eyes again, and the small-boned but voluptuously proportioned girl collapsed in a heap on the floor of her jail-cell dressing room. She heaved and panted audibly, her small olive hands reaching up to push her hair out of her perspiration-glistening face. Slowly she stood up again, and miraculously, the shiny, black-fringed skirt had gone, lying at her feet in a harmless dark pool of fabric and fringe. Underneath, the slave-dancer wore only the tiniest shiny triangle of leather panties, although her skin seemed to be painted with some kind of shimmery, lust-arousing paint which created a sheen all over her entire body. She began her dance again, to the obvious delight of the on-looker, but this time she moved more slowly, with exaggerated undulations similar to a bellydance.