"Code 13" - movie theatre sex

I don't think I've told this story before, but Dave's post "open letter to the kid sitting in front of me with his girlfriend at the movies" reminded me of this, and I needed to do a post anyways...

All through high school and the beginning of college I worked at a movie theatre. One summer (maybe 2005?), I was the assistant manager, and we received a phone call from one of the local middle school principals. He described a concern over a 'club' that he discovered amongst the middle schoolers: the blowjob club. Apparently, the girls would get bracelets from the guys they blew, and there was some competition to get the most. So after giggling, we talked to the corporate office, and they said that they wanted us, the managers, to inspect the theatres during every show. As many of you are surely aware (*wink*), the top row of the theatre is often used for various lewd acts :-)

Thus, every set we had to walk the booth and stick our heads into the projection window and look down to catch any blowjobs, handjobs, etc. We took turns inspecting, and like clockwork we would catch people on weekends. I was always surprised at how cavalier some people were. I remember one girl giving the handjob of her life to some football jock, in a row packed with people! But the guy had nothing to be ashamed of :-) It was always fun to catch them, send in the 16 year old ushers to pull them out (no pun intended) of the theatre. Seeing them scramble to pull their pants up was a Chaplin-esque comedy show.

One weekday night, I peered into theatre 13. As I looked down, there were two people, completely naked, in the top row, fucking in the seat. They looked college aged; he was tall with short buzzed hair-- definitely an athlete. She was average height, well-tanned, with brown hair (as best I can remember). Now it wasn't a packed theatre, but there were people in there. I can't remember what movie it was, but it was something quiet--some drama for sure--something that made me astonished that the others hadn't complained-- the seats along would've made a lot of noise. Before I had the opportunity to call someone to go in there, she hopped off of him, and he apparently decided to try to impregnate our aisle and the backs of the seats in front of him...thanks buddy. They got dressed, and nonchalantly kept on watching the movie. I ran downstairs to tell the other managers. Their movie was almost over, but we made sure that the three of us were in the lobby, lined up against the counter, waiting for them to leave. We all wanted to get a better look at our not-so-inconspicuous amateur porn stars. As they left the movie theatre, I'm sure they wondered why three guys were just grinning at them :-) As they were about to turn the corner, we just started clapping. It was a classy moment.

From then on, any kind of sex acts in a theatre were termed 'code 13s'. This spread throughout the company. Even yesterday I was visiting a different theatre in the same company, and overhead someone mentioning a code 13... I grinned. I'm ok with being a part of a legacy :-)

Much Love,
Steve