She smiled at the brown-eyed young man who had sold her the dog. "Tell you what, Matt," she said, "I get off in a few minutes for dinner… Would you like to share it with me?"

"Shit, yes," the college student burst out, before he knew what he was saying. It didn't matter that there were very few reasonable restaurants in this part of town, or that he had just eaten dinner himself. The chance to be alone with Stella Burnside was absolutely overpowering, and like tens of young men before him, Matt Fields was reeling mentally with the forbidden possibilities.

Stella was a light eater, and bought an apple and a Scotch-and-soda from the proprietor of a bar next door to the Double-X. Then she led young Matt up the back staircase of the dark, dingy theater, to a small, partitioned off cloak room, which was labeled, "Female Employees Only".

"This is the woman's lounge," Stella said wryly with a little smile, "but at the moment, Ginger and I are the only women employed by the Double-X, so when I'm here, it's mine, and when she's here, it's her's…" She hung up her light summer coat and sat down beside her guest on the low, hard couch.

Through the thin, plaster-board partition, Matt could hear the muffled sounds of the movie filtering in through the thick smoke of the theater.

"Aaaaaah," a woman's voice was purring, "It's sooooo biiiiggg!"

Matt looked up at his hostess with a lewd twinkle in his eyes. He made no secret of his huge hard-on anymore, and he even boldly loosened his pants to give himself room to breathe. Stella planted her sensual, heavily-scented body only a hair's breath from his firm-muscled thigh, and his whole body twitched with her nearness.