An encounter in the elevator leads to other possibilities

"Wait..." Amanda mumbled, trying to pull free of the arms on either side that were companionably linked with her own. With the tiny robe unbelted their quick pace made the lacey fabric flutter away from her body, unhindered by her wide-spread arms.

"The door..." she whined, hoping they'd let her go back.

"Don't worry, Jade's coming up the rear," she snickered. "As usual."

Somehow the re-assurance made Amanda even more alarmed; Jade was notorious for being inattentive. Several times she'd left the television tuned into a pay-per-view channel while they went out partying, racking up 18 hours of charges in addition to the three-hour phone call to Japan. Then there were the times she simply left the apartment door open when she was the last one out.

Amanda's worry was distracted by the aches of her body; her head from the previous night's booze and ****, her neck from her awkward position upon awakening, her lips, pussy and ass from presumably getting lucky last night. It was all such a blur, all she remembered was meeting some guys, but not much beyond that.

'Here we go," Jessica said, punching the button on the elevator. "I thought of taking the stairs. I mean, we don't need the exercise, but you never do a lick of exercise and you still have a model's body."

Amanda blinked at her, wondering if she'd imagined the fiery resentment, or the glare they seemed to give her. Not Jade, though, she was chattering away behind them in her hyper way. They never gave Jade heck for being so skinny in spite of her hog-like appetites, but then Jade seemed to hardly give them any choice about hanging out with her anyway; why complain about a **** of nature?

"... beach," was all Amanda could hear of Jade's chattering, and then the elevator dinged and opened. An older couple started out the elevator, nodding to them until they saw Amanda. They gawked at her for a long moment before moving on with censorious glares.

"I'm sorry, she's an exhibitionist," Jessica said, and started to giggle as they pushed Amanda into the elevator.

The doors nearly closed before Jade made it in, and with her came a trio of men, their dark skin a striking contrast to Amanda's own pale flesh.

"Whoa baby! You must be the friend's this cute young thing's been talking about," one of them said with a grin, eyeing the girls.

Then his eyes lit upon Amanda, and the grin turned into a leer. There was a six-inch gap down the front of her body, enough to nearly bare both nipples, while fully showing her fully waxed mound. Her pasty white cheeks reddened under their gaze, even her still befuddled mind able to comprehend that they were seeing more than they were meant to.

"So ladies, you looking for some company?" one of them asked.

"Oh," Jessica sounded mournful, her eyes doing some leering of their own. "I'm afraid we're all taken. Well, except for Amanda. She's free for the taking."

"Any way, any time," Jade muttered, then giggled. Amanda had never been very good at deciphering her accent, and she had a multitude of other distractions worrying her anyway. The men's eyes sharpened, taking in her attire, her body, and the flaky white streaks criss-crossing her face and body.