Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2004 23:54:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: S H <multiplex84@yahoo.com>
Subject: multiplex-sex-4

[As much as I'd like to say otherwise, this story is
entirely fictitious.  If this offends you or if you are not
of legal age to read this story, then please do not read any
further.  This story contains possibly graphic descriptions
of consensual sex and masturbatory fantasies between males.
None of this is based on any living person and any
similarity to my actual job at a movie theatre is completely
coincidental.  Really, I mean that.]

Chapter 4 -

    Food courts are an interesting and magical place.  It
seems that, no matter where in the country you go, they're
all essentially the same.  The names of the eateries may
change, but the food remains the same.  As far as southern
California goes (I'm not sure about the rest of the nation)
there are two food court staples that you can find in any
mall at any time.  In fact, I'd go as far to say that if
they aren't in the food court, it's not actually a mall.
Hot Dog on a Stick and Sbarro.  One sells exactly what you
think it would and the other sells moderately priced pizza
things.  Today we chose the goofier of the two, Hot Dog on a
Stick.  Mainly `cause we weren't that hungry, didn't have
that much money on us, and we like to laugh at the people
working there.  No matter where you might work, or what
uniform you might have to wear, you'll always be better off
than the employees of Hot Dog on a Stick.  It's like they
still operate in the 60's, which is probably what keeps
people coming.  Brightly colored shirts and tall goofy hats,
they're almost degrading.  Even the guy in the Goofy suit at
Disneyland has it better.  At least he gets to hide his
face.

     Craig and I both got the same thing, a hot dog on a
stick and a lemonade.  You gotta have the lemonade, I mean,
they have a large vat of it sitting there and somebody has
to drink it.  We find an empty table by the windows
overlooking the freeway and sit down.  After a few seconds
silently munching on our deep fried phallic treats I speak
up.
     "So, how'd you know the girl working at the Gap," I ask
dipping my hot dog into some ketchup.
    "I used to work there, up until a few weeks ago, when
the theatre opened."  He explained that he left his job
there for a change in pace, and it paid a dollar more.  With
the exception of a few people on the staff he really didn't
get along with the rest of them.  We talked about training
so far and the people in our group, who we liked and who we
hated.  We both agreed that Shannon was probably a person
best to avoid.  Soon enough we were just sitting and
talking, a pile of ketchup and two bare wooden sticks on the
table.

    "So let me ask you a question," I said.  "I met your
brother Brandon today at school, and he told me you were
going to community college.  But you told me you were going
to that high school down in Van Nuys.  Which is it?"

    "My brother told you that?  I think he likes to brag
about me for some reason.  I go to both really.  It's this
accelerated program where I take some bio classes at the
community college a few times a week after school.  It's
supposed to help me get into college," he said watching the
cars inch forward on the freeway outside.

    "And did it work?  Are going to college in the fall?"

     "Yeah, I graduate in two weeks and then I head to UCLA
in the fall," he said as I smiled.  This means he won't be
moving away anytime soon.  I congratulated him and went on
to talk about his major and what he wanted to do with his
life.  I was never a big biology fan, but Craig was sure
into it, especially marine biology.  "We should go down to
the beach sometime, I can show you some pretty cool stuff."
Craig plus beach equals shirtless and wet, I need to plan
that trip soon, for my own sake.

     "What about your girlfriend?  What's she like," I asked
intentionally prodding another conflict between what he said
versus what his brother said.

     "What girlfriend?  When did I say anything about a
girlfriend," he asked, shifting in his chair.

     "A couple of days ago on the first day of training.
You said you were gonna break up with her soon or
something," I said as I leaned forward with my eyebrows
raised.  Craig paused for a second as he searched his
memory.

    "Oh, that, I just made that up.  The girl sitting on
the other side of me, Becky, she kept hitting on me and I
just needed something to keep her away, even if for just a
while.  That and it makes me sound cooler if I saw I'm with
someone."

     "Yeah, your brother said you weren't dating anyone.
Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

     "No, not really.  I mean, I took a friend to prom, and
the occasional date, but it never seems to work," he said
leaning back in his chair.

     "Ditto," I said.  I explained my whole romantic history
and how nothing ever really worked out.  We talked briefly
about girls, though it seemed forced on both ends.  Am I the
only one here just pretending to give a shit about women?
Is my gaydar going off here?  Craig looked down and checked
his watch.

    "Crap, we need to go.  We're due in ten minutes," he
said standing up and grabbing his bag from the Gap.  I
scooped up the trash, dumped it, and we jogged over to the
theatre.

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     Craig shoved his bag into his locker and quickly put on
his work shirt, I shoved my backpack in my locker and did
the same.  We clocked in and headed to the meeting room
where the rest of the group was already there.  Shannon was
staring at us and grinning, which can not be a good thing.
Our supervisor came in behind us and we started our last
night of training.  It didn't take long before we had
everything reviewed and were ready to hit the floor.
Assignments were given out to various locations around the
theatre.  Craig and I were assigned to cleaning, which
sucks.  It's the worst position on the floor.  Though, on
the positive side, we would get to spend a lot of time
together and had some downtime to mess around.  More time to
talk.  Everyone got up and left the room.  Craig walked up
and patted me on the back.

     "You ready Chad?  These twenty theatres aren't going to
clean themselves, and I'm going to need you to help me out,"
he said as he gave me one more good pat and started down the
hall.

I get the feeling that this is going to be a good night
overall.

[Things are primed up to get moving soon, and I can't wait
to get there.  Thanks for the feedback from the last chapter
and, please, keep it coming: Multiplex84@yahoo.com]