A girl of about seventeen was coming toward them, smiling cheerfully.
Hendriks blinked. She wore only two nearly-transparent strips of
shimmering cloth, one over her breasts and the other wrapped round her
hips.
"Good evening," she said. "I'm your usher. May I show you to your
seats?"
"They really put on a show here," Hendriks muttered. The girl glanced
at the invitations he was clutching and beckoned them to follow her.
She led the way, twitching her hips invitingly.
A bright aluminoid door loomed before them. The girl touched a switch
and the door slid back, revealing the actual interior of the theater.
Hendriks gasped.
It was nearly the size of a football stadium. Where the playing field
should be were seats, elaborate plush pneumatic affairs. And ringing
the seats was the Screen.
The Screen covered the entire walls, floor, ceiling. It hemmed the
audience in completely. As Hendriks took his seat, he felt totally
surrounded by it.
They waited impatiently for the half hour to pass. The theater filled
up rapidly, with first-nighters in all their finery.
"I'm glad we wore our formal clothes, dear."
"Yes," Hendriks said, looking at the others. "This is quite an event.
Quite an event."
* * * * *
The theater was totally filled by 8 P. M. sharp; the corps of near-nude
usherettes performed their job swiftly and efficiently.