A mental fog mostly, but there seems to be a person in it....

"Amanda! Oh, the boss'll be so happy to see you back again. He says no one has a pussy that can take him like yours does." The man snickered, and it took her a long time to realize that he was a skinny young man with dusky skin. Black? Spanish? Amanda's attention seemed to slip from the matter before it noticed any racial indicators.

"Where'm I?" she asked, slurring the words.

The man came up to her and wrapped a long arm around her body, resting his hand firmly on her firm breast. A momentary irritation faded to a sense of unease before even that disappeared.

"You've been here before, you know it. Well, you don't know it, but you've been here," he said with another laugh as he moved his hand down to her firm ass, smacking it once before using it to push her forward.

"'ey, tha's....." she started to say in protest, but it didn't seem important enough to continue.

"You're a dumb cunt, aren't you? Stupid little bimbo, huh?" he mocked.

Amanda open her mouth to protest... something. To protest what he said.. To... What was she thinking again?

"Dimitri," a high-pitched voice scolded, and the thin man straightened abruptly.

"Darren! I mean, sir!"

"Please leave us. The poor girl can't help it if she's dumb as a brick, can you Amy?" the new fellow asked.

"Amy!" she protested, but the fire died, just like all her other thoughts. She noticed the new person was male and she couldn't help but snicker when she realized what was wrong with him.