Tricked into Turning a Trick Pt 02 - The Second Encounter
The days that followed were difficult for Amanda. Each morning felt like a battle just to leave her bed as she struggled with her feelings. She berated herself for being so naΓ―ve and overly trusting but also held significant anger toward her friends. Dealing with the haunting images that would constantly invade her thoughts was the most difficult part. Especially the taste of Rick's cum which was imprinted on her mind, despite her best efforts to erase it. No amount of mouthwash could cleanse that taste from her memory.
One night, as she lay in bed, Amanda's mind drifted back to those disturbing events. The memory of being forced to suck Rick's cock replayed in her head, but this time, a different sensation stirred within her. Despite her best efforts to resist, she began feeling aroused. Unable to hold back, she slid her hand below the waistband of her pajamas and between her legs.
Amanda slid two fingers inside her pussy as her other hand squeezed her breast and pulled on her nipple. She could immediately feel the wetness that had accumulated from just her thoughts. As she increased the speed of her hands her arousal intensified. Focusing on her clit, she applied pressure in a circular motion until she climaxed.
Amanda questioned herself, unable to understand the root of her excitement. Thoughts of Rick exerting control over her brought on a profound sense of shame. The realization of being attracted to it was probably worse than the actual incident itself and it left her thoroughly confused about how to proceed.
After about a week of playing hooky, Amanda reluctantly returned to school. To avoid drawing attention, she changed to a more conservative attire. She also withdrew socially, avoiding her friends, and made a conscious effort to steer clear of the liquor store. Her primary goal was to erase the haunting memories of that unsettling evening, looking for a fresh start.
Amanda had a hard time staying focused as her mind was constantly being interrupted by those same haunting thoughts. She was staring into space in her English class when she was approached by her friend Jenn.
Jenn was an exceptionally attractive young woman with striking red hair, captivating deep blue eyes, and flawless milky white skin. She was able to inherit all the beautiful qualities of a redhead without a freckle in sight. But what stood out the most was her incredible body. With her large full breasts, thin waist, and round, firm butt, she had the type of body that alone turned heads. Jenn also used her attractiveness as a form of currency to claim a position as one of the most popular girls. But unlike Amanda, she craved sex and indulged in it frequently. While Amanda was labeled the school tease, Jenn earned the title of school slut.
"Bitch, where have you been?" Jenn surprised Amanda causing her to jump and popping her mind back into the present.
"Shit! You scared me. I've been sick," Amanda replied.
"Ya, you look like shit."
"Thanks, Jenn."
"Did you hear what happened to those three losers you hang out with?" Jenn inquired, piquing Amanda's interest.
"No, what happened?"
"Like, a week ago they all got arrested for mugging some guy by the liquor store. Fucking idiots. I don't know why you hang out with them."
"Ya, well I don't hang out with them anymore," Amanda responded. She felt relief in knowing they were in jail.
"Good, those guys are losers. They deserve to be rotting in a jail cell. Anyway, it's Friday! You have to come out tonight? Johnny is having a party." Jenn enthusiastically declared.
"Na, not tonight, I think I'm gonna just chill."
"OK, well if you change your mind, text me. Byeee."
Jenn, bounced back to her seat as quickly as she approached as the bell rang ending class.
Amanda walked home and decided to take a different route on this particular day. Unconcerned about running into David, Mark, and Sean, she decided to walk through the same alley where, just one week ago, she had her face fucked for a measly $100. She felt compelled to face her demons and see the place once again for herself. As she approached the exact spot of the incident, her heart began to race. Although it appeared the same, being there brought the harsh reality flooding back once again. Looking at how dirty it was for it to be the backdrop of her first sexual encounter intensified the sense of demoralization. She quickly became overwhelmed and hurried past it towards the liquor store. She badly needed a cigarette to calm her frayed nerves.
As Amanda entered the air-conditioned store she was greeted by the refreshing cool air. It was a welcomed relief from the hot summer air, which had made her thirsty. Looking to quench that thirst, Amanda walked to the back of the store. The familiar sight of the elderly Middle-Eastern store attendant behind the register reassured her. He quickly glanced up from his newspaper and acknowledged Amanda. Once she reached the refrigeration section, she was confronted with a plethora of drink options. Spotting the soda she wanted at the bottom of the fridge, she bent over to grab the can.
"Well... well... well. Hello Princess."
Amanda froze, that unmistakably familiar voice sent shivers down her spine. That voice was seared in her brain. Fear seized her, rendering her too terrified to turn around.
"Man, you have a great ass. I do recall telling you I was going to take that for a spin."
Amanda felt her buttocks being groped and quickly stood up and turned around. There stood Rick in his high-priced suit and million-dollar smile. Amanda was speechless, feeling small in the wake of his imposing presence.
"You really are beautiful. You're definitely the hottest hooker I've ever seen," he remarked.
His words stung her but it made sense that he thought of her as a prostitute based on their previous encounter. However, instead of correcting him, Amanda just stood there and smiled mesmerized by his presence.
"I have some time right now. How about another round?" Rick inquired.
Unable to speak, Amanda just stood there silently. She wanted to immediately refuse, but for some reason she found herself listening to Rick's proposition.
"Say, $300 for the next hour?" Rick suggested.
Every instinct urged her to scream no and flee the store, but inexplicably, she nodded in agreement. Attracted to his dominance, she was unable to resist.
"Great, there is a motel down the street. I'll drive," Rick said as he turned to head towards the exit before pausing. "Do you still want that soda?"
Amanda nodded again, retrieved an orange soda, and handed it to him. At the counter, she didn't even bother to purchase cigarettes. She couldn't even look up, concerned about the possible judgmental looks from the store owner. As they exited, the electronic ding of the sliding door served as a reminder that she was leaving the safety of the store. She was now entering the outside world with the man who had consumed her thoughts for the past week.
The California sun hit Amanda's eyes causing her to squint the moment she stepped out of the store. She watched as Rick pulled out his Mercedes car key and unlocked the car. The familiar chirping sound from his alarm echoed through the parking lot. He motioned for her to take the passenger seat before he opened the driver's car door and hopped in. Apparently there's no chivalry for prostitutes, she thought to herself as she opened the passenger door herself and entered his luxurious car.