There were about 20 booths, separated by thin plywood. The room was very dark, lighting was shed only from a few neon lights throughout the room. We...opened a door to one and went in. There was a tattered leather chair, a small TV next to the change insert, a metal tissue dispenser, and a trash can that looked like it was more of a butt can for the smokers. It was dark, kind of dirty...what we expected for a cinema. The scent of cum was in the air, and we realized there were loads blown on. We stayed in that loud club for almost three hours. If I wasn't dancing with Lucas or Jim I was dancing with any one of a dozen other men who were all anxious to get a closer look, and occasionally a feel, of my often exposed charms.In fact, as men began to notice that I'm allowing my dance partners to touch me the touching increased exponentially. First it was my exposed breasts upon which they focused all their attention. But then, especially during the slow dances, they began exploring below. I closed my eyes and remembered seeing his balls slapping my mom's ass when I watched him fuck her last. He kept my legs spread wide as he fucked me a little harder. He was not in a hurry and wanted this to last. After several minutes he removed his cock and rolled me over on my knees.I arched my ass in the air and placed my head on the floor. He slid his thick cock back into me and started fucking me a little harder. His balls were now slapping my clit with each thrust. I was in heaven as he. "Dad says Rich is still officially the football coach at Lake. So are we going to have our short stop and second base?"I looked at Robbie. She shrugged. "We haven't even made the team yet. Try-outs aren't till February."Ricky shook his head. "You two made it as freshmen and sophomores. You ain't getting beat out now. Hell, last year you were barely talking to each other and still turned more double plays than anybody else in the state."Tinkers to Evers to Chance had nothing on Sims to Tate to.