Cinema Seduction | NEON LIT

The Tuesday afternoon screening of whatever superhero sequel was out was basically empty. Three pensioners in the front, a couple clearly not here for the film, and me—killing time before a job interview I definitely wasn't prepared for.

The usher who showed me to my seat was fit in an unexpected way. Slim, sharp features, short dark hair with a purple streak, and an expression that suggested she'd rather be anywhere else.

"Enjoy the film," she said flatly.

"You not a fan?"

"I've seen it four times today. At this point, I hope the villain wins."

"That bad?"

"The hero does this speech in act three that makes me want to gouge my eyes out." She shrugged. "But maybe you'll love it. Some people do."

"Ringing endorsement."

"I'm not paid to endorse. I'm paid to point a torch and say 'screen three.'" She started to walk away, then paused. "If it gets too boring, there's an exit by the disabled seats. Leads to the projection room. Nice view of the car park."

"Is that an invitation?"

"It's information." That flat expression cracked into something more interesting. "Do what you want with it."

The speech in act three was, indeed, eye-gouge worthy.

I found the exit, pushed through the door, and found myself in a dim corridor smelling of popcorn and industrial cleaner. At the end, a door marked "STAFF ONLY" was propped open.

The usher was inside, sitting on a stack of film canisters—probably for show, everything was digital now—scrolling through her phone.

"Speech got to you?" she asked without looking up.

"The part about 'believing in the power of belief' broke me."

"That's the one." She put her phone down, looked me over. "I'm Mia."

"Tom."

"Tom. Normal name. I like that." She stood, walked closer. "So here's the thing, Tom. I've got another hour before my next shift and this job is slowly killing my soul. Fancy helping me feel alive?"

"What did you have in mind?"

She kissed me—sudden, confident, no hesitation. Her lip ring was cold against my mouth.

"That," she said. "And more. If you're interested."

"Definitely interested."

"Good." She locked the door, turned back to me. "Because I've been thinking about this all day and you're the first fit person who's actually taken the hint."

She dropped to her knees, working at my jeans with practiced efficiency.

"Mia—"

"Shh. Film's not over yet. Need to be quiet."

Her mouth was heaven—wet, skilled, her tongue stud adding an extra dimension that made my knees weak. I leaned back against the film canisters, trying not to make noise.

"Fuck—that's incredible—"

She hummed around me, clearly enjoying the reaction. I could feel myself getting close.

"Wait—want to—"

She pulled off, stood, shimmied out of her work trousers. Her knickers were black with little skulls on them. She pulled them aside.

"Fuck me," she said simply. "Right here."

I lifted her onto the canisters, pushed in slowly. She bit her lip, eyes locked on mine.

"Move. Please."

I did—slow at first, then faster as she urged me on. The canisters rattled beneath us, definitely not designed for this purpose.

"Yes—there—harder—"

Through the wall, I could hear the film's climactic battle. Explosions. Dramatic music. Meanwhile, we were having our own climax.

"Cumming—fuck—"

She came silently, her whole body shaking. I followed seconds later, pulling out at her gesture.

We cleaned up, got dressed. The credits were rolling in the next room.

"Well," Mia said. "That was better than the film."

"Low bar."

"Fair." She kissed me quickly. "I work Tuesdays and Thursdays. Same screening usually. Pop by sometime."

"For the film?"

"God no. Never watch this shit." She grinned. "But the projection room's always available. And I know where they keep the good popcorn."

I walked out as the credits finished, rejoining the real world.

Best film I never watched.