Amanda is Kellner's arm candy for the evening

As the door opened, she realized she had definitely gone up; she was in Kellner’s study! A chair turned around in front of her, and Dietrich Kellner came into view. “Welcome BACK to my study, my dear,” he said mockingly, “I am so sorry I haven’t been able to spend any time with you in a few days, but I trust you were ‘entertained?” He gave her body a hard look, devouring her luscious form with his eyes. “However, you have been more than worth the wait. I trust Claire has informed you of your duties for this evening?” Amanda smirked, “not so much duties as much as restrictions.” Kellner stood and walked towards her, saying, “you will be my companion this evening, Amanda. You will be doting, submissive, flirtatious, and follow orders, am I clear?” Standing perfectly still, almost in defiance, she replied, “or else?” Kellner laughed under his breath, “or else you will find yourself shipped inside a wooden box to somewhere in the Middle East, completely naked. I am sure that whoever finds you will know what to do with you. Also, if you try anything, I will have Claire eliminated.” He reached down and firmly grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him. His grip tightened as he pulled her in close, drinking in her scented body, and sliding his other hand along her firm behind. “If you behave yourself, my dear, perhaps later we can invite some people up to my suite and have a private party...similar to the evening you were captured?”

Amanda felt her knees buckle and she steadied herself on Kellner as to not collapse. Wetness formed between her thighs. Amanda began to realize the effect Kellner’s machinations have had on her. The mere idea of sex, or being taken, created deep arousal. Amanda knew she had lost control of her body. Kellner offered his arm, and Amanda, realizing she had to play the game, took it. They walked down the second floor hallway, and she watched Kellner deactivate the stairway sensors, similar to as she had done on the day of infiltration. They descended down the stairway and through the round hallway to the gallery room.

Upon entering the room, they were both offered champagne, and took it. Kellner immediately was crowded by people asking about the painting, and offering to buy it for their museum, or private collection. He whispered to her. “I intend to sell the painting tonight, my dear, so I will need your cooperation to keep my buyers on their heels. You are here on my arm to distract them, and keep them off balance for the negotiations. If all goes well, we will celebrate tonight.” A Russian man approached and began inquiring about the Mucha painting in his dark, covered, voice. He was soon joined by a German man, a Scandinavian blonde woman (who she could see Kellner was sizing up), an American man, an older Brazilian man, and an African man. In the distance, outside of this makeshift crowd, she could see Delholme scouring the room. Oddly enough, there was no sign of Melville. Amanda wondered what had become of him. Sure, he was essentially an evil henchman, but boy, did he know how to eat a girl out. She smiled to herself, remembering the intense sensation. Deep inside her thoughts, Amanda lost sense of the conversations around her.

Off in the distance, Amanda caught a glimpse of Claire in a very skimpy dress, basically throwing her body at a concealed tall man she had on her arm. Cheating out of the circle a bit, Amanda focused in on Claire, who had pinned her date against a wall and was very obviously making out with him. Claire had obviously been given the same orders to ‘entertain the guests’. Amanda whispered to Kellner that she had to powder her nose, and he whispered back an acknowledgement, and reminded her of the warnings. Amanda knew she couldn’t escape, and accepted that. She decided to follow Claire from a distance.

She saw Claire take her date into the cloak room...what a turn of events. Peering through the coats, she could see Claire, but could barely make out the date. She watched silently as they made out. Claire brushed her body hard against her date. Her very short, and very tight, dress rode up a bit to reveal a glimpse of tiny panties. Like Amanda, Claire’s legs were bare, and glistened in their smoothness. Sliding her stringy shoulder straps off, Claire shimmied in front of her date as the dress slid off her, down to the floor in a pile.

‘Wow,’ Amanda thought, ‘what a turnaround from shy Claire of a few days ago. Also, pretty hot going bra-less, Claire.’ She watched as Claire pushed her date into one of the chairs, and with determination, undid his pants. In seconds, she had his hard dick free, and thrust her mouth onto it. She devoured it. Taking a momentary pause, she stood up, slid off her thong panties, and kicked them behind her. They actually had good distance and landed just past the coats, almost in front of Amanda. Claire’s tight, toned, naked body was a pleasure to look at.

She could hear Claire resuming her blowjob, and obviously her date was enjoying it. Claire’s moans became more enthusiastic, and Amanda could see why...his dick was solid. Claire was going to certainly enjoy that. She ceased her oral duties, and turned to shake her naked pussy in his face. Amanda felt herself getting aroused, and began to cup one of her own breasts. Claire said to the man, “I need you in my pussy. I need you in me, Marcus,” but to Amanda’s astonishment, the man replied, “Baby, later on I will give you all I have, but I really need to see Mr. Kellner.” This guy was actually turning her down. Claire pleaded on her knees, and said, “If I don’t entertain the guests, Mr. Kellner will be disappointed with me.” The man replied, “Why don’t you introduce me to Mr. Kellner first, and then you can entertain me after.”

The rest of the interaction was cut short as a hand patted Amanda’s ass. She turned around to see Delholme, looking smug. “You lost, little girl?” He said. “Let me escort you back to Mr. Kellner...he is concerned about you.” He offered his arm, and Amanda begrudgingly took it. They walked in silence until Delholme spoke softly to her, “I’m still going to have you someday, you know that?” Amanda chuckled, “remember, I belong to Kellner, and him alone. You can’t come near me.” “Well, maybe one day soon, Kellner will be gone, and then you WILL belong to me.” The prospect of that was not welcome to Amanda. She remembered her near humiliation at Delholme’s hands days earlier. To think she let a lowly henchman get that far with her. “Just remember, Rudy,” Amanda said, “I can deal with you in my own way, should that come to pass.” Delhome gritted his teeth in defiance as they continued walking. ‘That shut him up,’ Amanda thought.