Amanda's Games

The girl called Amanda laughs and absent mindedly stirs her cocktail with an olive stick.

She looks stunning, and she knows it - her red evening dress is split seductively down one leg from the thigh, showing plenty of smooth and suggestive young skin, and the low cut at the front hints at the curves of her small breasts. Her long brown hair cascades around her shoulders, but she is careful that her expensive, glittering earrings aren't hidden behind it. She is thin lipped in a way posh people sometimes are, but her smile has warmth and her eyes twinkle with mischief.

Richard likes her. And tonight, he plans to strip her naked and humiliate her.

She leans forward and speaks in a low voice low to avoid being overheard in the bar. "Is the room set up? Are the cameras ready?"

"Yeah, everything is set up," Richard says, feigning nonchalance. "I checked the cameras and mics. Its good to go."

Amanda smiles, slightly mockingly, and sits back for a sip of her drink.

There is a sudden burst of laughter from a nearby table, where a group of young women are celebrating a birthday. Amanda glances over and Richard takes the opportunity to admire her body. Her red dress has thin straps and her shoulders are creamy white. He wonders, not for the first time, whether she is wearing a bra under her dress - something strapless and discreet. She's young and pert enough not to really need one.

"Have you done this before?" She asks, finally.

"Several times."

"How many losses?" One of Amanda's eyebrows raises curiously, and slightly teasingly.

"None," he says.

She pauses and reflects on that. Her opponent says he is undefeated, and it is her first game. The odds are not good. But then... he might be lying to her. She can't know for sure. Her face is slightly flushed.

Richard, who sees her thoughts reflected clearly on her face, can't quite tell if the flush is because of embarrassment or excitement. He glances at her chest. There is no sign of her nipples poking through the thin fabric. Surely they should be erect by now?

"Have you ever... you know...?" She stops, slightly flustered. He finds her cute.

"Been recognised?" He laughs, but not unkindly. Its an understandable concern. "No. You can rest easy. The videos are only downloadable in Europe to a selective audience, and they are quite expensive I understand. The clientelle are wealthy and every bit as discreet as you were promised. No one you know will ever see them. You just get to have some fun and pocket a tidy package of money for taking part."

She looks relieved. "Good, good," she says. Then, with twinkling eyes, she adds, "although I don't want the money for taking part. I want the winner's money. I want you to be the one having an uncomfortable night. You might be unbeaten, but you've never played me before and I don't lose. So I guess it matters more to you that the clientelle are discreet." She sips her drink and continuous in a low, conspiratorial whisper. "After I win, I'm going to be mean to you. Very mean. You're going to like it, I think. But you certainly won't want tonight's video ending up in the wrong hands."

As she sits back, he glances at her chest again. Finally. Her nipples have swollen erect and are poking through the thin fabric. They look like little bullets. She's pretending to be relaxed, he thinks, but she's gone and excited herself with that little speech.

He grins. Its time to start playing her.

"Really? You're just a nervous little girl," he says dismissively. "Let's face it, you're barely put of your school uniform. You're sat there pretending to be tough but I bet you're wearing the cutest little panties under that dress, and I bet they're already wet. You won't beat a man like me."

"Just a girl!" she breathes, taken aback. Richard grins. He knows exactly what he's doing. Amanda is clearly well educated, young and confident - someone who would have spent a lot of time posting indignantly to her online friends about "Me Too" and equality. She isn't used to being mocked, and it unsettles her - which is of course what he wants.

"Did you bring your old school uniform?" he asks innocently. "I did ask you to. You'll look so much cuter later on."

Her mouth opens and closes and her face reddens. "We'll see about that!" She finally splutters, a little lamely, and then decisively puts her drink aside. "Shall we go to the room then? I've had enough small talk. I want to get to the action."

Richard nods, the familiar excitement running through his veins.

Amanda scoops up her pink sports bag from under the table. It looks heavy and a bit worn, and bulges with equipment. She puts it over her shoulder. It looks somewhat out of place against her red evening dress, but something in the overall effect is delightful.

She sees him looking. "A girl likes to come prepared," she says primly, and gives the pink bag a pat. "You'll find out what's in it later."