herself but she was looking for company.
And then when she found it she didn't want it. It was always crude, demanding, and not at all like her dreams when men asked her for dates or even became more open and asked her point black to go to bed with them. In her dreams she was always loved and adored and the master of the situations.
Reality was hard to take but she was determined.
Homer found her. She moved and found another job in another bar on another side of town.
More walks. There were men who propositioned her from cars, on street corners, even in the all-night diner she started sitting in, drinking coffee until the sun was high in the sky and she could return to her room and sleep for a few dreamless hours.
She started running out of places to hide at night. Then she discovered all-night movies. They were a haven for the lonely and the homeless.
'You here again?' said the pimply-faced young man behind the box-office window. 'Jesus, you've seen this thing twice already this week.'
'I like it,' Marni said.
'Look, honey… if you ain't got no place to go I'll tell you what… [missing text].'
'My husband works nights.'
Marni paid him a dollar and entered the dark theater. Usually she stayed on the lower level but this night she decided to go up to the balcony. She had seen people sleeping up there in the darkness. Perhaps she could sleep. The flickering screen and the sound from the film would keep her dreams away.
She took a seat in the center section near the end of the row and glanced about in the semidarkness. Half a dozen heads made dark blots against the screen and the shadows bouncing on the walls. Around her she could hear throaty snores and an occasional cough.
She concentrated on the screen. The movie was an ancient pot-boiler that was impossible to get interested in even if she hadn't already seen it three times. The more she watched, the more the flickering images merged and became nothing more than a blur. She started to nod off and fell forward in her seat. She caught herself just in time and sat bolt upright with her eyes wide.
There was movement beside her, across the aisle. She turned her head. She could barely make out a man's face. It seemed to be smiling at her. She turned back toward the screen.
She heard more movement. The man across the aisle left his seat and slid into the one beside her.
She glanced at him curiously, forgetting for the moment that she had started coming to the movies to get away from the propositions she had gotten from the men on the street and in the diner.
It was dark in the theater. It would be more like her dreams… only real.
Her eyes at last pierced the darkness, helped by a lighter scene from the screen. He seemed to be well dressed even though she couldn't see too clearly. She noticed that he was wearing a tie and he had a good smell hovering around him.
He didn't seem to be paying any attention to her. He was studying the screen intently, his hands folded in his lap.
She returned her own face to the screen. It was darker as night fell and the creatures started to come out of the lagoon or wherever the creatures lived in the movie.
She felt a hand on her knee. It didn't move. It just rested there as though it had fallen from the sky by accident.
She started to draw her leg away.
The screen glazed. The figures merged. It started to happen and suddenly it was all right.
She smiled and sat very still. Slowly, experimentally, the hand began to circle her knee. Then the palm flattened out and started moving upward, inching along the inside of her thighs.
She glanced about to make sure they were unobserved. Then she spread her legs, allowing him freedom to touch her as he wanted to. Up, up, up the hand crawled, gently caressing her smooth inner thigh as it went.
The screen got even more fuzzy. Marni smiled wider. She held her breath for a long time and then let it out in a hissing sound as she moved her hand from the arm of the seat and placed it on his leg.
The man took her wrist with his free hand and placed her hand on his rigid cock. It was big and it was rock hard, running from his groin clear up his fly almost to his belt.
'Go ahead,' he whispered out of the side of his mouth. 'Take it out!'
Marni unzipped his pants and reached inside. She found the throbbing prick and wrestled it from its den. She pulled it straight up until she could just see the tip from the glare of the screen's light. It was red and very big and already had a drop of fluid oozing from its tiny eye.
'Nice cock,' she whispered from the side of her mouth. 'It's exactly like my doctor's. I fucked him in the hospital right after I had my baby.'
The man's hand stopped. He looked sideways at her, his brows furrowing into a quizzical expression. 'Oh? Is that so?'
'Yes,' Marni said. 'Do you like this?'
He didn't answer with words. He just started to moan. He moved his hips upward as Marni played with his rigid cock and then with his balls. She felt him grow hotter and harder in her palm.
'Do you… do you have any place to go?' he asked.
Marni thought of her one-room apartment. Should she? 'No… no,' she said, looking at him. 'I don't have any place.'
'Do you?' she asked.
'No,' he replied. 'Jesus, I'd like to fuck you, but it would be harder than hell to do it in here.'
Again Marni looked around to make sure they were not being watched. Her eyes were met with bobbing heads and the snoring seemed to have gotten louder and more even.
When she was sure it was all right she slipped down to the floor between his knees.
He saw immediately what she was going to do and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the seat in front of him to shield her body from view with his own.
She dropped her head into his lap and ran the seeping tip of his hot cock back and forth across her lips. She opened her mouth hnd wrapped her lips around the bulbous head.
She heard him moan and felt him squirm in the seat as she pulled his thick hunk of meat into her mouth.
It felt good in her mouth. It tasted good on her tongue. It was real.
It was the kind of dream she liked.
She lathered his cock with her saliva and widened her jaws. Slowly the full length of his thick shaft slid down her throat.
'Good… Jesus, honey, you're the fucking answer to a guy's prayers. Oh my God, where'd you learn to suck a cock like that?'
Half of his thick prick was in her head. She bobbed up and down on it, letting more saliva trickle from the corners of her mouth and slither down the pulsing shaft. Then she closed her eyes and took another deep breath. Down, down, down went her head. She took all of his cock into her throat and felt her upper lip in his pubic hair and her lower lip against his hairy sac.
Again he groaned and moved his hips upward, grinding his pubic bone against her nose. She extended her tongue and licked his balls while his cock was still far down her throat.
Then he bucked his cock up into her face and came. Huge wads of thick cum shot into the back of her throat. She swallowed them as fast as he shot. She moaned as she felt the thick streams slide down her throat and into her belly.
Then, before she could sit back in her seat so he could bring her off with his fingers, he heaved himself up out of the seat and left her there on the floor. He moved up the aisle to the exit without looking back.
She crawled back up into the seat and sat, rigidly, staring at the screen.
The screen was clear and bright. The images were distinct.
The dream was over.
