Triced Into Turning a Tric

Tricked into Turning a Trick Part 3 -- The Price for Silence

The physical toll on Amanda's body was evident. Every muscle in her body ached every time she moved. Even swallowing the most basic liquids was a painful ordeal. But what hurt the most was her anus, which was in persistent pain. The ensuing days were challenging for Amanda as she was forced to walk gingerly wherever she went. Yet, the emotional pain ran even deeper. The aftermath weighed heavily on her psyche. Once again, she was defiled and humiliated sexually, but there was an unsettling appeal that she struggled with internally.

Amanda made a conscious effort to compartmentalize these issues. With graduation right around the corner, she wanted to focus on finishing school. Over the next few weeks, she did her best to maintain a semblance of normalcy in her high school life. She went to class, studied, and most of all she steered clear of the liquor store.

The culmination of her efforts proved successful as Amanda graduated from high school. The joy on her mother's face during the graduation ceremony validated all the work she put in. Dressed in her cap and gown, she stood proudly, as her mom took pictures of the moment.

"Congratulations Bitch!" Jenn exclaimed as she ran up and hugged Amanda.

"Congratulations!" Amanda shouted back, with a big smile that lit up her face. It was the first time in the past few weeks that she felt genuine happiness.

"I can't believe we did it. I honestly didn't think we were going to make it." Jenn confessed. "Are you going to Johnny's graduation party tonight?"

"Oh, I don't know." Amanda waffled.

"What? You have to go! We have to celebrate! It's a graduation party for Christ's sake!"

"Okay, okay. I'll be there."

"Damn better be. I'll see you there tonight. Better not fucking flake." Jenn scolded Amanda, grabbing her by the shoulders and looking intensely into her eyes.

"I'll be there. I promise," Amanda reassured.

Jenn gave Amanda one more hug before she hopped on over to another group of friends to congratulate them.

On the drive home, Amanda gazed out the window at the palm trees and beautiful California blue sky and reflected on the day. She felt a rare sense of pride in herself, but her mom quickly brought her back to reality.

"So now that you have graduated have you decided what you plan on doing?" her mom inquired.

"Mom, it's literally been like an hour and you're already on me about this?" Amanda sighed, attempting to convey annoyance.

"I'm just saying, honey, now that you've graduated you need to figure out what you want to do with your life."

"I'll figure something out."

"Well, you better start contributing. Living with me is no longer free. It's time for you to pull your fair share now. I can't keep doing these double shifts anymore."

As Amanda's mom continued talking, she turned into the parking lot of the local grocery store.

"Where are you going?" Amanda asked.

"We need some groceries. I'm going to make you your favorite meal tonight."

Amanda and her mom entered the grocery store. The store was bright and filled with shoppers. Together they strolled down aisle after aisle, picking items off the shelves -- a loaf of bread, some chicken stock, a 12-pack of cola, a pound of sugar, and various other items on her mom's shopping list. As they neared the end of the list, Amanda's mom decided to divide and conquer.

"Amanda, we need some milk. Why don't you run over and grab a carton? I'm going to the vegetable section."

Amanda nodded, acknowledging her mother's instructions and watched as she continued pushing the cart down the aisle. Amanda headed in the opposite direction to find the milk. Upon reaching the dairy section, she started scanning the cartons - skim, whole, 2%. That's the one she needed as she grabbed a carton. When she turned to head to the vegetable section, she looked up and saw an unmistakable face. Rick was standing right before her.

"Hello Princess, fancy seeing you here," Rick said.

Amanda's eyes widened, and her heart sank at the sight of Rick standing before her. He was dressed in his usual power suit, as though he had just stepped out of his office. She had to admit to herself that he did look good, but this was the last thing she needed right now.

"What are you doing here?" Amanda asked. She glanced around anxiously, concerned her mother might catch her talking to him.

"You don't think I buy groceries?" Rick retorted. He was holding a small basket with a few items in them.

"No, I guess not. It's not a good time right now." Amanda said, trying to hasten the conversation.

"I haven't seen you around the liquor store?"

"I've been busy."

"You're not trying to avoid me are you?"

"No, of course not," Amanda lied.

"Good, because I have a proposition for you. I'm having a bachelor party with a bunch of the guys tomorrow night, and you'd be perfect entertainment."

Amanda's eyes widened in disbelief and fear as she began shaking her head no.

Rick noticed Amanda's initial reaction and couldn't help but burst into laughter. "No, no, it's not like that. I'm hiring you as a stripper, not a hooker. You wouldn't have to fuck any of the guys. I'll pay you $500 upfront, but you'll likely make three times that in tips alone," he reassured her. "What do you say?"

The substantial amount of money intrigued Amanda. "I don't have to have sex with any of the guys?" she sought confirmation.

"No, just put on a show for them. No touching. I promise," Rick assured.

Amanda could really use that kind of money and given the substantial amount and her strange desire to not disappoint Rick, she seriously considered the offer. As she was weighing the decision, she caught sight of her mother turning the corner of the aisle and approaching her. In a rush to end the conversation, Amanda nodded, committing to Rick's unexpected proposition.

"Great, give me your phone," Rick stated.

Amanda quickly pulled her phone from her back pocket, while she kept a vigilant eye on her mom slowly approaching. She wanted Rick to hurry up, dreading the prospect of having to explain to her mom who he was and how she knew him.

"Great, here's the address. Be there at 10:00 PM. Go ahead and take a taxi, I'll cover the fare," Rick instructed as he entered the details into her phone.

Amanda nodded as Rick finished typing and handed the phone back.

"See you tomorrow," Rick said with a smile. He then turned away and started walking down the aisle towards the checkout stand, but not before catching her mother's attention. As he walked away, Amanda's mom approached.

"Who was that?" Amanda's mother asked.

"No one," Amanda tried to shrug off the question, as she kept her eyes on Rick as he disappeared from the aisle and out of sight. Amanda let out a sigh of relief as she looked at her phone, the address glowing on the screen.

Dinner was incredible. Amanda's mom had prepared her favorite meal, homemade tacos. Despite her Irish heritage, she was an excellent cook of Mexican cuisine. A sense of warmth enveloped Amanda as she enjoyed the comfort food. However, it soon came to an abrupt halt as her mom delivered a dose of reality.

"I'm struggling to pay rent this week. I really need you to chip in and help out. You need to look for a job."

"OK, I'll start looking tomorrow," Amanda assured her mother. She thought about the opportunity Rick presented her with. Initially, she considered not showing up, but now she felt even more compelled to go.

Entering Johnny's graduation party, Amanda wore a smile that reflected her relief. The party was a welcomed escape from the stress caused by her mom's financial struggles and the impending bachelor party. Johnny was one of the rich kids at the school and his parents' impressive house perfectly showcased that wealth.

Amanda looked amazing. She wore a tight, red sequined mini-dress that accentuated her figure. It was a new dress that she purchased with some of the money from her last encounter with Rick. The tight skirt rode high, revealing almost all of her luscious legs. Amanda found herself constantly readjusting the dress, ensuring it didn't ride up and expose the bottom folds of her rear end. If her mother had been home instead of working her second shift, Amanda probably wouldn't have been permitted to leave the house wearing it.

Amanda entered the party and immediately attracted numerous looks. Both the boys and girls would turn their heads as she confidently strolled through the house, searching for her friends.

She scanned the room filled with partying high school graduates and noticed Jenn engaged in conversation with a group of guys. As usual, Jenn was sporting a sexy look that attracted attention. She had on a white see-through button-up shirt, purposely fastened only halfway, paired with a schoolgirl plaid skirt hiked up far too high. The open shirt and lack of bra clearly revealed the sides of her large breasts, while her skirt barely covered the bottom of her buttocks. With each enthusiastic jump her skirt would flutter up and expose her entire ass, her only cover was a sheer white thong. Complete with white stockings and pigtails, she flawlessly portrayed the slutty schoolgirl look to perfection.

Jenn spotted Amanda and immediately shifted her attention towards her.

"Amanda! You actually made it!"

"I promised, didn't I?"

"Damn girl, you look hot!" Jenn exclaimed, scanning Amanda from head to toe.

"Oops, I did it again," Amanda mockingly sang the famous lyrics. "That is quite an outfit."

"Ha Ha." Jenn sarcastically retorted. "You know me. Have to keep the boys panting," she laughed as she shook her butt, drawing the attention of the boys around her, all wearing big smiles. "You want a drink? Boys!"

One of the boys rushed to retrieve a solo cup from the kitchen table filled with some sort of party punch. Amanda took a quick sip, attempting to hide the harsh taste and strong potency of the alcohol. Whoever made the drink clearly wanted to get people drunk.

"Wooo! We're graduates motherfucker!" Jenn shouted while she raised her cup high above her head. The entire party erupted in cheers.

Amanda indulged in drinking and dancing, enjoying the lively atmosphere. The night served as a welcomed distraction from the challenges she was facing in her life. After a few drinks, she felt the urge to use the bathroom. She turned to inform Jenn, but she was engaged in a make-out session with one of the boys. She decided not to interrupt and instead headed upstairs toward the master bedroom. With each step, she could feel the effects of the alcohol and she reminded herself to ease up on the drinking.

Amanda opened the door and stepped into the grandiose master bedroom. She couldn't help but be awestruck by its sheer size, perfectly befitting a house of this magnitude. The room was empty and Amanda felt some uncertainty about being in the room as she imagined it was off limits. However, she didn't want to wait in the long line for the hallway bathroom, so she quickly made her way to the master restroom.

Amanda quickly went to the bathroom and then began to wash her hands. As she stood in front of the mirror, she took a moment to look to contemplate her life. What are you going to do with yourself? she murmured to her own reflection. For the vast majority, graduation was a reason to celebrate as it marked a new chapter in their lives as they headed off to college. But for Amanda, it signified uncertainty and the onset of new responsibilities. Finding a job and deciding what she wanted to do with her life, something she had been avoiding, weighed heavily on her mind.

As Amanda opened the bathroom door to rejoin the party, she was met by Sean standing directly in front of her. Startled, she jumped as Sean forced his way into the bathroom. Amanda instinctively took a few steps backward, retreating into the bathroom. Sean entered, closed the door behind him, and then locked it.

"What are you doing here?" Amanda asked, her concern unmistakably visible. Of all the people in the world, Sean was the last person she wanted to see. Not only did she despise him for what he did, but she feared him. There was something clearly unsettling about his demeanor.

"I'm here to party, just like everyone else," Sean retorted while displaying his usual creepy smile.

"This is a graduation party, and you didn't graduate. Besides, I thought you were in jail."

"I'm out on bail."

"Well, I have nothing to say to you, now get out of the way." Amanda attempted to sidestep Sean towards the exit door, but he blocked her path.

"Move!" Amanda stated in a firmer voice.

"Hold on, I have something you'll want to see."

"There is nothing of yours I want to see."

"Oh, I think you'll want to see this." Sean beamed as he reached for his cell phone in his back pocket.

Annoyed, Amanda stood there, allowing Sean a moment to show whatever it was he wanted. She figured it better to placate him so she could return to the party.

Sean pointed the phone screen at Amanda and her heart immediately sank. On the screen was a video capture of her on her knees in the alley from a few weeks back. She looked up at Sean in shock, who smiled and pressed play. The video replayed that event revealing herself getting facefucked by Rick.

She tried to grab the phone but Sean was too quick and pulled it away. In anger, Amanda exclaimed, "You recorded it?"

"I must say, I'm quite the cameraman. Look at those close-ups, you really are gagging on that thing." Sean teased.

As the video zoomed in, Amanda could see that it was unmistakably her. Anyone who watched this video would be able to recognize her. She tried once more to grab the phone, but he withdrew it with ease.

"It wasn't enough for you assholes to trick me into that, but you recorded it? You fucking cocksucker!" Amanda's anger was palpable.

"Actually it seems to me you're the cocksucker here," Sean remarked, smirking as he watched the video of her torment.

"Delete it," she demanded.

"Now, why would I do that?" Sean retorted.

"Please," Amanda pleaded.

Sean ignored Amanda's pleas and instead pointed the screen back towards Amanda, just out of her reach. "Now here is my favorite part," he said as she watched Rick pull his cock out of her mouth and cum all over her face.

"Fuck you!" Amanda spat, her blood boiling. "What do you want?"

"For the longest time, David believed that you were some sort of slum tourist. In your attempt to imitate our lowlife lifestyle that eventually, he'd be able to fuck you. But I told him that it would never happen, that none of us would ever fuck you, because you're nothing but a tease. And of course, I was right. What David failed to realize is you're not as streetwise as you think and all you needed was some... incentive."

Amanda didn't like where this was headed.

Sean shook his phone at Amanda. "And here I am with... incentive," he continued.

"I'm not fucking you," Amanda stated emphatically.

"That's up to you, but I've attached this video to a group text. With the press of the send button, the video will be sent to every single friend of yours downstairs. So unless you want everyone you know to watch this and see you gagging all over some guy's dick in a dirty alley for $100, then I would strongly recommend you reconsider." Sean knew he had Amanda right where he wanted.

"You wouldn't," Amanda bluffed.

"You know me, am I someone who would bluff?" Sean stated in a deadpan manner.

Deep down, Amanda knew Sean wasn't bluffing. Even if it were a bluff, she couldn't afford to take that chance. At that moment, she had to make a decision; either fuck Sean or allow everyone to witness the video. Amanda paused, hoping time would give her a way out, or perhaps she was just procrastinating the inevitable.

Sean grew impatient and broke the silence. "So what is it going to be?" he asked.

"You promise if I do this you won't show the video to anyone?" Amanda pleaded.

"This is the only way to keep me from showing it to everyone," Sean responded.

Amanda couldn't bear the thought of that video circulating. It would ruin her socially and it would eventually get uploaded onto the internet for everyone to see for all eternity. What would her mother think? Amanda struggled to find her voice. Defeated, all she could manage was to lower her head and nod.

"Take off the dress," Sean commanded. A triumphant smile spread across his face.

At this point, Amanda had resigned herself to her fate and wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. She had already been away for several minutes, and the last thing she wanted was for her friends to start looking for her and stumble upon her with Sean. With one swift motion, she unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the bathroom floor.

Sean watched as Amanda stood before him in nothing but her bra and thong. Sean couldn't help but be impressed by the breathtaking sight in front of him. Amanda's body was stunning, but he knew he couldn't let her beauty distract him. Maintaining control was crucial.

"All of it," he stated as he motioned towards her underwear. Amanda swiftly removed her bra and thong, as if she were merely undressing at home. Her movements devoid of any sensuality as she didn't want to give Sean any satisfaction. Once she completed his demands, she stood before him, awaiting further instructions. Sean took in the sight of Amanda's flawless body. He had often imagined what she would look like naked since their first meeting, but now, with her in front of him completely nude, it surpassed even his wildest dreams. He immediately looked at Amanda's crotch and noticed that she was completely shaven. This caused Sean's cock to instantly stand at attention.

"Get on your knees," Sean commanded, once again.

Amanda lowered herself to her knees. The cold, hard bathroom floor tiles pressed against her kneecaps. It was an uncomfortable position, but she endured it. Meanwhile, Sean hastily unfastened his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down in one swift motion, exposing his hard cock. Amanda sighed in disappointment at the size of Sean. He was much bigger than she had anticipated. Although different in girth, he was equal in size to Rick. This was likely going to be more difficult than she had hoped.

Sean grabbed Amanda by the back of the neck and pulled her forward while he directed his cock towards her mouth. Amanda looked up in a pleading gaze, giving him her best sad puppy dog eyes in one last ditch effort. Sean remained focused as he inserted his cock into her mouth and drove it as deep as he could on his initial thrust. He felt his cock slide past her tonsils and reach her throat. Amanda's eyes bulged out in response to the unexpected intrusion. Instinctively, she tried to resist by pushing back with her hands, but Sean maintained a firm grip on the back of her head and continued to push until his cock was fully lodged in her throat.

Sean began to aggressively thrust his cock back and forth into Amanda's mouth, emulating what he had watched countless times in the video. "Come on, take my cock just like you did in that alley," he scolded as he began to fuck her face.

Once again Amanda found herself grappling with an oral assault. Even though she has gone through this before, it was still a massive struggle for her. Sean's cock was slightly narrower than Rick's, which provided a bit of relief in terms of girth and made the intrusion into her throat less painful. However, it also made it easier for him to slide in and out. This offered Sean almost no resistance as he continued the back and forth movements and each thrust would make her gag and retch.

"Fuck that feels good," Sean exclaimed.

As Sean drove his cock into Amanda's mouth, her eyes welled up and tears streamed down her face. The excessive saliva generated began to overflow, dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin. Strings of saliva hung from her chin, creating a messy scene as Sean continued his assault.