Kellner auctions off Amanda

“Now, gentlemen,” Kellner said, “You have given me an idea. What about a ‘mini-auction’ as a precursor to the Mucha auction later? This will give you a chance to get to know each other as auction opponents, and I will get a glimpse of the type of money you have on offer. I will auction off some private time with my dear Amanda, starting at $50,000, but we must set the mood. I think it would be best for Amanda to entertain us, and give us a sample of what SHE has on offer.” ‘Oh Shit,’ Amanda thought, ‘there is no way out of this.’ All of the men, Caesar included, agreed on the plan with enthusiasm. Kellner drew Amanda close to him and spoke softly, “So, my dear, you are being given your first test. You are to be tonight’s entertainment. You will be giving me and my guests a striptease. They will offer money for you to do certain things, and remove different articles of clothing. I will guide you through. Just follow my instructions.” Kellner motioned to the room that Delholme had previously gone through, “Through there you will find a special outfit I have picked out for you to wear for your dance. Go, and get changed, and then return out here. Can you handle that, my dear?” Amanda smiled, nodded, and said, “I’m looking forward to entertaining you and your guests properly, boss.” She leaned in and kissed him hard and then said; “I can’t wait to show myself off to you and all of these men.” Kellner watched her body intently as she sauntered off to the side room. She flaunted her body as she passed the by the other men.

Upon entering the room, she realized what Kellner was doing. The outfit she had to wear, and strip out of, was virtually identical to her spy gear from nights earlier. Not only was he planning to humiliate her by forcing her to strip for him and the other men, but he wanted to win the mental struggle by making her willingly strip out of her spy gear, humiliating her on a public and personal level. If she hadn’t realized John was there, her mental strength may have actually broken down, but now she was rejuvenated with determination to escape with John. She could do this, but she had to stay fully in character.

Aside from the leather body suit, there was also a tight, white t-shirt, a pair of skin-tight black leather shorts, and a black string bikini set. Amanda knew that Kellner wanted to prolong the tease, and thought to herself, ‘why not just give me seven veils’? She stepped out of her heels, and began to open the sheer top of her dress over and off her shoulders. She slid the top of her dress down to her waist, and unfastened the corset, removing it. She was about to slide the dress the remainder of the way down, when another door opened, a secret door in the wall of this small room.

She covered her breasts with her hands, and saw Delholme enter, carrying something. He whistled at her as he caught a glimpse of the state she was in. She shouted pointedly, “what are YOU doing here?” Delholme stared at her lustfully, and winked. “Just passing through,” he said, walking across the room. She finally made out what her was carrying. In one hand, he had a pair of high-heeled shoes, and in the other, a woman’s dress, torn, and a pair of bra and panties. She recognized them as belonging to the blonde Miss Stahl, who was obviously now naked and being prepared for a new lifestyle. Delholme stopped in front of another door, and looked at Amanda for a bit.

“Can you please fucking LEAVE,” Amanda ordered. He scoffed at her remarks, and passed through the doorway into a darker room. Once he was gone, Amanda continued stripping down. She glanced at herself in a floor-length wall mirror. She ran her hands along her body, cupping her breasts; gliding along her lower regions…she really did have a great body. While she didn’t relish the thought of being at the mercy of these men, she did like to show off her body on occasion. She had to remind herself to focus on those thoughts rather than others. She finished dressing up in her ‘costume’ and saw Claire enter through the door that Delholme had exited.

“We’re all ready for you Amanda,” She quipped, “or should I say, Agent Hansen?” That one stung a bit. She once had a successful career as a spy, but now was being mocked about it, and now must also defile herself in the name of her former career. Doing it as part of a job was one thing, but doing it as a captive, was another. She nodded to Claire, and said to herself, ‘just play the game, Amanda, play the role and get out of this alive.’ She hung up her clothes and made for Claire, and the door.