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fell. I kept my eyes lowered and stepped demurely away from all the men I passed. The two blocks between our apartment and the theatre had never seemed longer.
    Inside the theatre I held the collar of the raincoat tightly closed, but at the ticket desk I suffered my next thrill of embarrassment. A young man handed me a stub through the window before I even opened my mouth, and when I looked at him in surprise, he said, ‘You were expected,’ and smiled at me in a way that made me feel he could see right through my coat. I blushed to realise that in my excitement I had forgotten to bring any money, and that until that moment I had not even thought about the actual movie.
    I hurried down the appropriate corridor; I did not know if the film had started yet. I was glad to see the lobby was empty, but also a little disappointed; subconsciously, I had been looking forward to walking through a crowd of people completely naked beneath my coat.
    I opened the door to the auditorium, stepped inside, and paused to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. Already I could tell the theatre was full, and gradually, with a sinking feeling in my belly, I realised the audience consisted mainly of men. All I remember about the movie when I came in is a woman’s legs filling the screen and that it had been shot somewhere very bright. Then I noticed a section of five empty seats about halfway down the aisle, and somehow I knew Mark had managed to reserve them. But I would have to make my way over the legs of approximately ten seated men to get to them, and their knees pulling on my coat would threaten to expose me every step of the way.
    I took a deep breath, and almost turned to walk out. Then a head looked back at me from directly behind the row of empty seats, and my heart leapt. It had to be Mark.
    I made my way towards him while very firmly telling myself no one could possibly know I was naked beneath my coat. And yet... I swear one man touched my bottom through my coat when I said ‘Excuse me’ as I squeezed past him on my way to the empty seats, and once my coat parted so the light from the screen fell right on my bare pussy, but I’m pretty sure no one saw that.
    I reached the empty seats, but I couldn’t see Mark anywhere. Some guy told me to hurry up and sit down and I promptly obeyed, perspiring slightly with anxiety. I could not believe I was sitting nearly naked in a movie theatre full of men who were all probably sexually aroused by the action on the screen.
    â€˜Don’t turn around,’ a voice said softly from just behind me.
    â€˜Mark?’ I whispered uncertainly, because I couldn’t really be sure it was him.
    â€˜Shut it!’ the voice hissed, ‘or I’ll tell everybody what a slut you are.’
    A submissive thrill stabbed me straight between the legs. I could not be sure this man was Mark, and having a faceless voice talking to me like this as I sat naked beneath my thin coat in a dark room full of men was making my pussy melt.
    â€˜Spread your legs,’ he commanded.
    I took a deep breath, and parted my thighs.
    â€˜Now touch yourself.’
    â€˜What?’ I whispered.
    â€˜You heard me.’
    I had always felt awkward talking about masturbation with a man, not to mention doing it in front of him, let alone in front of several dozen men in a public place. I hesitated.
    â€˜Do it,’ the voice insisted. ‘Stick your finger in your pussy.’
    I didn’t turn around because I didn’t want to; these firm commands from an anonymous source were seriously arousing me. With my trembling left hand I slowly lifted the left side of my coat off my thigh. Then, with my equally unsteady right hand, I parted the other side of my coat. Air wafted across my bare legs and felt wonderfully cool against my warm skin, but it felt especially good against my pussy, which was already so wet its juices were dampening the coat’s red lining. I reached down and slipped