Amanda demanded his attention

Amanda turned away, and poked John’s arm, “hey, I’m still over here, Mr. Caesar.” She threw her body at his, and he scooped her up in his arms, holding her close while her legs coiled over his lap. She nibbled on his ear, whispering, “You will have to be bolder, more demanding, almost like Barrios, otherwise Kellner will never believe you are someone who could work on his level.” John reached his hand to the back of her neck, grabbing a fist of her hair and pulling her head away. “You are here to entertain me, and to please me, and you will start taking orders, is that understood?” She nodded her head in feigned fear. “Now, you will mix me a gin and tonic.” Amanda nodded again, stood up, and turned around to head towards the bar. John’s hand smacked her ass...hard. She jumped as he said, “are you still here?”

Amanda walked to the bar and mixed the drink. The room was filled with all sorts of sexual peripherals. The lingerie closet was specifically interesting to her as it held a wide variety of styles and colours. Since she had to be in here with John until morning, she knew they might have to make use of the different outfits in there. She was feeling more relaxed now that she was here with John, but knew that she not only had to perform for John, but also for Kellner, who was almost certainly watching. In reality, Kellner and the other men were watching the room on the large screen in the study, and from eight different camera angles, two of them adjustable.

Amanda walked back to John, holding the drink. She stood with either leg straddling one of his knees, and leaned forward to hand him the drink. Their eyes met, and in the background, the sounds of Claire being taken, time and again, and now very much against her will, were ever present. Amanda sat her body down onto John’s knee, and he could feel contours of her lower body across his leg.

“You know,” Amanda said seductively, “I saw Claire giving you a blowjob earlier. I could see you two through the coats in the cloak room.” John perked up in surprise. “Also, I saw her strip down for you, and offer you her young, tight, pussy. I know you turned it down so that you could meet with Mr. Kellner, but you missed your chance to fuck that tight sorority-girl type body. I guess you’ll just have to settle for little ol’ me.” She dipped a finger in his drink, and brought it up to her mouth, sucking it. She could see John’s dick harden before her eyes. She loved having this effect on men!

Delholme re-entered the room, and looked over at Amanda. He seemed visibly disappointed that Amanda was still dressed, and walked over to their table. “Well, Amanda,” He said, “you are still dressed, I see. If you remember when we had our little encounter, you were less dressed long before this time.” Amanda shuddered at this information being revealed to John. “Man,” Delholme said to John boastfully, “the sensation of those wet pussy lips along my dick was something else. Prime fuck meat, this girl is. I can’t wait to get my chance at bat so that I can give her a ‘grand slam’. You know what I mean?”

“Actually,” said John, “I’m more of a hockey fan than baseball. More subtlety and deftness in stick handling, then boorishly swinging a bat” Delholme threw back, “Dude, do you even know how to handle a woman like this? She should be naked by now. I was hoping to get a little show when I came back in. If you aren’t going to make use of her, I will gladly take her off your hands.” Amanda was taken aback by the thought of this creep having his way with her again.

John patted her hand, and addressed Delholme, “To use another hockey analogy, I know how to use my stick, I always shoot to score, and I love burying the puck deep in the back of the net. But real men take time to set up a beautiful play. Now, since you’ve ‘struck out’ with this fine woman beside me, I suggest you return to your duties, before I inform Mr. Kellner that my entertainment is being interrupted.”

Delholme shut up, and sulked away over to Mr. Barrios and Claire. “Barrios, your time is up. Put your dick away and get dressed. I will escort you back to Mr. Kellner. Claire, the boss says to get showered and presentable, and then rest down here for an hour or so until he summons you.” Barrios was escorted out of the room, the door once again looking the occupants inside. Claire breathed a sigh of relief that her ordeal was over, and wandered off to the shower.

“So,” John said inquisitively, “do you want to tell me about you and Delholme?” “Not really,” she said. “Let me rephrase that for you,” John replied, “I want you to tell me the story of what happened. How he over powered you, and undressed you. Tell me how someone like that got the better of someone like you, and, tell it to me seductively.” Amanda knew what he wanted, and knew she would have to play along. She recounted the ordeal in the cloak room, where Delholme had caught her in a comprising position, and how she had begun to give in to his advances, and how he had bound her hands behind her back. She told him of how the feelings of vulnerability washed over her as he pulled down her panties, slid down the top of her dress, and had removed her bra. She confessed her conflicted feelings of helplessness and desire as almost all of her body was exposed bare before him. She said that her will had almost dissolved as he had begun to strip her completely, only to be saved at the last minute by Claire.

Amanda’s seductive re-telling of her initial night in the mansion had brought John to arousal, and he said, “do you want to relive the experience, only with me?” Amanda wanted to shout out a loud yes, bust hesitated just enough that John changed the question to an order. He stood up and dragged Amanda over to the bar. He pinned her back against the bar, and then pressed his body against hers. They kissed passionately. Her hands began to run over his body, and under his suit jacket. She wanted him, regardless of the role she was playing this evening, she wanted him. She felt him begin to ease up a bit, perhaps re-evaluating his actions. ‘That was John,’ she thought, ‘always over thinking.’

She grabbed his tie, drew him in close, and spoke under her breath, “We can’t risk breaking character any more. This room is bugged, and we will certainly be discovered if we continue it. Stay in character. I am your entertainment. Regardless of whether it is against agency rules, you are going to have to use me tonight in devious ways. I have seen the way all of you men at headquarters watch me and glare at me. Now you have to act upon it. John, it is pretty much one hundred percent probable that we will have to fuck each other this evening, and more than once. We have to use the benefits of the room. We have to put on a show. Whether you do it, or I do it, I need to be naked in the five to ten minutes.”

John understood completely now, and pushed himself upon Amanda. His advances became more ferocious now, and she couldn’t deny that she was in to it. Looking at a table near the bar, John reached out and found a pair of handcuffs. He brought them to Amanda’s gaze, and she began to put up a struggle, just as she had in the cloak room. Far stronger then Delholme, John easily immobilized her wrists behind her and cuffed them. Amanda sighed, "yes," as John pulled her body to his for a deep kiss. Their tongues probed each others’ mouths, and Amanda savoured the sensation.

John turned her around to face the bar, and pushed her against it and whispered in her ear, “I’ve dreamt of fucking my partner since the day I first saw you”. He smacked her ass hard again, and said boldly, “I seem to have caught you. Do you know what happens to women that get caught like this? They get fucked...hard. But, first they get stripped. You know, this dress shows off your body masterfully, but I don’t really like the style. There is so much other interesting clothing in the room. I think it’s time to get rid of this dress, don’t you?” “Amanda wanted to shout another yes, but instead stoked John’s fire, pleading, “Please, no!”