Jackson’s Cinema – by Acfex

Adult story: Jackson’s Cinema – by Acfex. A new story because the previous one was an epic fail. Dave just got a new job at Jackson’s Cinema where he meets interesting people and learns more about them and himself. In the first chapter, we meet Dave and the people working with him.

Adult story: Jackson’s Cinema – Chapter 1 – A New Job

by Acfex

Working at Mr Jackson’s cinema was never part of the plan. After high school, I was supposed to go to London and live with my dad but I got stuck with my mom and at home, in the sleepy, quiet, most uneventful town in the entire continental United States. Willard, Ohio was a sleepy shithole in the middle of nowhere, where nobody did anything interesting.

I was all packed and ready to go but then Dad was forced to move to Bhutan for an assignment. Mom and Dad had divorced when I was very small. Mom wanted to stay in Willard, where the family farm was, though she was a doctor at the local clinic. Grandma and Grandpa still ran the farm with Uncle Joe and his Wife, Lucy. I was forced to stay another year. I had applied to and was accepted to the London School of Economics, a place my mother called, “A sad excuse for an institution!”. In fact, she said that the social sciences were “A heap of nonsense for idiots who have too much time!”

So, to wait the year out, Mom got me a job at Mr Jackson’s cinema. Mr Jackson had been running the cinema since I can remember. In fact, it was his father who first got the idea to open one after he came back from a vacation to Hollywood. Grandpa had financed his idea and the Jackson’s and my family grew close.

As it happened, Mr Jackson was short on staff. One of this staff had decided that a life in the military would be better than life in Willard. I can’t blame her. Willard is one boring place.

Mr Jackson’s cinema was the centre of the tiny street that it stood on. City Park Drive was right next to Willard City Park. At one end was Mr Jackson’s cinema and on the other was the Calvary Baptist Church. The swimming pool was next to the cinema and the baseball park opposite. In the Cinema building, there were three stores that Mr Jackson had rented out. A small music store, a pharmacy and a lingerie store. A weird combination for a set of stores inside a cinema but that was what Mr Jackson had decided to do for his cinema.

On my first day on the job, Mr Jackson gave me the grand tour. The cinema was open Thursday to Sunday, meaning I got Monday to Wednesday off. There were three screens but they ever only used two.

“So, Dave, I hope you’ll be happy here. I’m happy to have you with us,” Mr Jackson said, after he had shown me around.

“Thanks, Mr Jackson, I really appreciate it,” I lied.

“Well, I know it was your mom that forced you to work here. I was just telling her I had a position open when I was seeing her at the clinic. But I hope you’ll like it here,” Mr Jackson always knew when I was being insincere. He knew me very well. He was an elderly gentleman, with balding, grey hair that left a patch of skin exposed on the top of his head. He had a simple magnum pie moustache, which had also been bleached. He walked slowly and had a slight hunch in him. He always wore jeans and a polo shirt, an attempt to keep up with times, an attempt that miserably failed. He had dark skin and deep set eyes, which could stare into your soul three times over.

Mr Jackson then passed me onto his cinema manager. Well, she wasn’t really the manager so much as the oldest of his four employees. I had known Katlyn Spenser from church. She was a feisty, no nonsense strict diva. She always sat in the front pews at church and had gotten a damn good score on her SATs. But her criminal record made it difficult for her to go to college. On the night of her prom, she had one too many drinks and had killed two hikers on her way home, driving. The judge gave her a light sentence of two years but by the time he got out, even the community colleges didn’t want her. Mr Jackson had given her a new chance in life.

“Hey you, get over here!” she barked when Mr Jackson had left. I was surprised by her tone of voice. You’ll be working the register today. She taught me the ins and outs of the food register, which was pretty obvious actually and left me. As she was explaining it to me, I actually looked at her properly for the first time in my life. She was very fair and almost perfect skin. Her hair wavy, brunette hair was shoulder length and was parted at the centre. She had large hazel eyes and neatly kempt eyebrows. Her nose had a slight curve to it and her lips were thin and pink. She didn’t wear any make-up.

She was of average height; her body was slim and fit. Though she didn’t have an hourglass figure, her stomach was still rather flat. Her breasts were medium-sized and her legs were long for a person of her height.

“Hey, idiot! Are you listening?” Katlyn snapped. I had been looking at her that I had shut off my ears and just began looking at her. She did have a rather pleasant body, an attraction of non-femininity that radiated as pheromones from her silky-smooth skin.

“Oh, yeah. I got it,” I lied, snapping back into reality.

“What’s your name anyways?” She asked.

“It’s Dave, nice to meet you.”

“Can’t say the same,” she chided.

She left me there as she headed back into the cinema to prepare for the next movie. Her job was mainly to keep the cinema clean and to sit in the projection room and make sure nothing goes wrong. As she walked away, I could not help but stare at her swaying hips and plump ass. I sat at the register, looking at the movies that were playing. Nothing interesting, lots of kids’ show a horror movie and a few romantic movies.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” a voice from behind called. I turned around and saw that it was Diana Jackson, Mr Jackson’s granddaughter. We had gone to school together but she was a year above me. I knew about her but I don’t think she knew me. I was your typical guy in school, so nobody really paid any attention to me.

“Oh, hey there. I’m Dave. It’s my first day,” I explained.

“Ah, Grandpa finally decided to hire some help around here. I’m Diana by the way.”

“Anyway, we’re going to open soon, why aren’t you in your uniform?”

“Uniform?”

“Yeah, uniform. Didn’t Katlyn tell you about it? You need to wear a uniform,” Diana said in a matter-of-frank manner. Katlyn must have mentioned it but I was probably zoned out.

“I must not have been listening.”

“That’s alright. Follow me.”

I followed Diana to a room at the back of the counter. It was a small employees’ room, with a pantry, fridge, lockers, a sofa and an attached toilet. Diana pulled out, from one of the cupboards, a set of uniform that she taught would fit me. It was some pants and a polo shirt with the words Jackson’s Cinema above the left breast pocket. It was dorky but it was what we had to wear.

“Oh, all of us here are girls so we usually just change in here. I guess you’re just going to have to wait outside while I change and I’ll make sure nobody comes in when you do.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said, grabbing the clothes from her and leaving the room, making sure to close the door behind me. Diana also had a glorious body. She had a great figure, slim legs and wide hips. Her ass was firm and full, thanks to the Pilates that she was famous for and her waist was small. She had large breasts, which hung from a petite figure, which made them seem even larger. She had sharp features; a sharp chin and thin lips, she had a grandfather’s nose but had adopted other eyes, big and brown, with a pair of cheeks that were glowed from the chocolate of her skin. Her face was perfectly symmetrical but her long, flowing hair parted to the left. When she got out, I headed inside and changed. I put my clothes in one of the unmarked lockers and we headed to the ticket stand. She had managed to somehow get me the perfect clothes.

“They’re a perfect fit, how did you do it?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Lucky guess I think.”

“What do you do here?”

“I work the snack counter and make runs to the customers if they need a drink inside. I’m guessing you’re working the register?”

“Is that my permanent job?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” She giggled.

“I was so hoping to work the projection box,” I said sarcastically, which made her laugh, “What do you do around here?”

“I run the snack counter and basically keep the place clean. You’re going to have to help me with that.”

“Do I really?”

“Yes, if you want to keep this job, you’re going to do it.”

Diana’s snack counter was just next to the register. We basically sat next to each other and waited for customers. After the first 15 minutes, I began to get really bored.

“Where are all the people?”

“It’s really quite here on weekdays. Things really pick up in Friday night and on the weekends. That’s why there aren’t many screenings on weekdays. In fact, we only use one of the screens. So, there’s only the three of us here. On weekends, my sister helps out. She’s a mechanic at Steve’s.”

“Oh, so, what do you do to pass the time?”

“I usually take a nap or read a book, you know the usual.”

“Isn’t there too many employees?” I asked.

“Well, on weekends it gets really busy and they state requires the cinema to hire at least 5 people to operate. So, there’s you, me, Katlyn, Grandpa and Julia, my sister.”

“So, what’s Katlyn and your grandpa doing now?”

“Grandpa is always in his office. He has high blood pressure and diabetes, so he usually sleeps in there. If not, he’s usually walking at the park or watching a movie. Katlyn has her own office that used to be the projection room of the third screen that grandpa closed down. She mostly studies in there. She’s still trying to get to college. You know what happened right?”

“Yeah, I know. My mom told me. She treated Katlyn for her injuries that night, but she wasn’t able to save the other guys. They died right there and there.”

“Who’s the new guy?” A voice came from behind me. I spun around and saw a bulking built-up guy walking in our direction. He was walking quickly, swinging his arms in a dominating fashion. He was very well-built, with his shirt hugging to his skin, almost ripping off. He was about 6’ 5” and had short blonde hair. He walked past me and stood in front of the snack counter. Diana got up and they shared a tongue bath with each other.