She hesitates, so he makes the decision and sprays her cunt

"I want... I want...." she stammered, unable to figure out what he wanted. Ross didn't wait and jerked his hips up so hard it knocked her off his dick. Grabbing the inverted condom, once nearly full but now empty, he ripped it off his dick, pushed the head against her lips and jabbed upwards just a bit.

"Come with me!" he ordered. The slight insertion wasn't much, but it was enough to make him start squirting. The situation was so hot he thought he'd never end. Her loud squeals and screams of fake orgasm drove him to shoot squirt after squirt up her tight cunt until he'd sprayed half a dozen loads.

Ross lay in bed, surprisingly exhausted by the orgasm. Idly he reached down with the used condom, and while Amanda regained her breath from imitating a loud orgasm he pushed the used condom past the tight folds of her pussy lips.

"That was alright," he said loudly, forcing her to move to let him get up.

"You're done?" she asked.

Ross smirked. "Yeah, I'm done." Loudly, he added, "You want more, huh? Well I'm sure you can find a few guys outside."

The double-meaning of his words sailed right over Amanda's head, who thought only of the party-goers, many of whom had no doubt listened at the door; she had no idea that the entire episode had been caught on film by a few cameras outside the plate-glass doors, or that hers was the only face recognizable in crystal-clear quality.

"Since you're so eager to fuck you can pick up a few guys," he said, then lowered his voice so only she could hear, "Or you can come outside to my car and I'll introduce you to some people."

"Really?" she asked, practically clapping with excitement.

Ross shrugged. "Sure, you're a lousy fuck but they won't care."

Amanda was torn between defending herself and the desire to meet Ross's bandmates. "I need to get dressed," she said finally.

Ross smirked, bent down and grabbed his clothes and hers, subtlely kicking the bra and panties under the bed.

"Here," he said, tossing her clothes across the bed. Naturally he threw them too quick and high for Amanda to grab them, and they landed on the floor at the other side of the bed, close to the patio.

Ross quickly re-clothed himself, foregoing washing up in order to get away from the cameras before they could catch a clear shot of him. Amanda, on the other hand, stopped right in front of the cameras in all her glory, bending over to fetch her clothes. She was just looking around for her underwear when Ross left the room, leaving the door wide open.

"Five minutes and I leave," were his last words.

Amanda nodded absently as she spotted a pair of glasses on the nightstand, each full of a clear liquid. God she hoped it was ****.

When she all but flung the first cup down her throat she was disappointed by it's relative tastelessness. Still, she picked up the second glass, not noticing the slight cloudiness of it or the swirling granules or powders within. She chugged this one too, tilting it to get the last drop. She never noticed the bottle hidden behind the lamp, the words Everclear written on it.

"Where 'm panties?" she muttered, and opened the nightstand drawer like Ross might have slung them in there.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, drawing out a life-like dildo, eight inches and a couple inches thick.

"Hey babe, no need to use one of those. I heard you screaming in here that you needed more. There's plenty of cock for you here," a voice said.

Amanda, still naked, turned to see who had spoken.