"Where to, Bethany?" Oscar asked.
"Joe's," she replied, and the two said very little afterward.
Amanda, on the otherhand, alternated between complaining and begging and outright whining. By the time they arrive Bethany was thinking she should've shoved the dildo gag all the way down the bitch's throat.
"I'll go let him know we're here," Bethany said, getting out. and walking to a back door of some shop. Amanda had been too pre-occupied with her complaints to notice where they were going, only now realizing they were parked between two rows of buildings and beside a door.
With a screech of rusty hinges that door opened, and someone looked out before starting to talk to Bethany. The older stripper motioned to the car and adopted a stiff pose before leaning into the guy.
Amanda felt a little sorry for him, but a lot sorrier for herself when Bethany motioned her towards the door. Amanda shook her head and an exasperated look crossed Bethany's face. Oscar and her exchanged a couple of words and Amanda sighed as Oscar opened the door and pulled.
"We can hurt you to make you co-operate, you know," he told her quietly, and her eyes widened. She abruptly stepped out of the car, and though she hunched she walked on her own power to the door.
Whoever Bethany had talked to had gone inside, leaving the three of them alone at the door. Amanda looked at the older stripper with wide eyes and Bethany sneered. "Don't worry, you'll live. Unfortunately. Now get in."
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