Jimmy drove up to the cab stand, Amanda naked in the backseat, legs spread as he'd ordered.
"Stay here." He slammed the door.
She stayed, remembering what had just transpired. She felt a surge down in her abdomen, and felt her pussy moisten again.
She groaned, and strained to hear what the other drivers were saying - they kept looking back at the car, some laughing, others looking a bit more serious.
A female driver approached the car. Amanda recognized her as Felicia, by her red hair. Amanda blushed as she peered inside at her, studying her, licking her lips.
Jimmy came back and opened the door for Felicia, who got in beside Amanda. She entwined a soft, smooth hand with Amanda's.
Jimmy took the driver's seat, but he didn't turn the car on.
"Now Amanda, you will be a good girl and do whatever Felicia tells you, right?"
"Yes..."
"Yes what?" Felicia said, smacking her face. "Ouch! Yes ma'am!"
"No!" Felicia grabbed her face, "It's still 'Yes Sir.'"
"Yes Sir!"
"Very good," Felicia said. And she slapped her again, hard. Amanda whimpered at the sting of it.
Jimmy started the car and pulled out of the lot, saying nothing. Felicia was fondling Amanda's breasts, pinching her erect nipples and simultaneously slapping her across her face.
"Where - where are we going?" Amanda asked, breathing heavily.