Tricked into Turning a Trick Pt 05 - Airtight Plan
Amanda woke up the next morning feeling physically, mentally and emotionally drained. She had no idea how demanding stripping could be on her body. The dancing had left her thighs and calves sore. Even her insides were sore, but that likely had more to do with Bethany and the large rubber dildo.
There was also an emotional toll that Amanda had to grapple. She had just performed some of the most degrading acts in front of a dozen men for money. Actions that went against her morals and boundaries. While Amanda was no angel, she had always tried to uphold her values. Lately, however, she found herself crossing lines she never thought she would, often feeling powerless to stop it. Having a lesbian sexual encounter exceeded her limit and symbolized how far she had strayed from her own standards.
Amanda looked at the large wad of cash in her purse, the primary driver for her recent actions and her only saving grace. She intended to give a good portion to her mother to help pay for bills, but still needed to figure out how to explain where it came from. She didn't like lying to her mother, but she might have no choice. One thing was certain, she was going to indulge herself with a little shopping. This was the first time in her life she had any disposable income and she felt she deserved to spend it on herself.
The mall was nearly deserted as Amanda strolled down the open aired gallery, peering into the windows of the designer stores. She felt like Pretty Woman walking down Rodeo Drive, eying items she could never before afford. Today, however, she planned on buying something special.
Amanda had always dreamed of owning a designer handbag, but she could never afford one. When she spotted the designer store with the prominent LV logo on the door, she knew exactly what she wanted to buy.
Stepping through the doors, Amanda immediately felt out of place. The sales representatives, who typically rushed to greet potential customers, barely glanced in her direction before continuing their tasks. Amanda made her way to the section displaying the bags and purses, protected behind the glass counter. After several minutes, a sales representative, finally approached her.
"May I help you?" the sales representative inquired. She was a striking woman with blond hair and blue eyes. She fit the stereotype of someone expected to sell high-priced merchandise. She was dressed impeccably in all black, the standard work attire for these type of establishments.
"Yes, I'd like to check out that bag," Amanda replied, pointing to the medium-sized bag displayed behind the counter.
The sales representative took out her key, unlocked the glass door and extracted the bag. Amanda couldn't help but notice the bored expression on her face, indicating disbelief that a sale was imminent. At least, she wasn't being condescending. She had endured such treatment in the past and it always made her feel small.
Amanda thoroughly examined the bag, tried it on her arm, and inspected all the compartments. She was smitten, for it was perfect. Carrying it around would be a treat, but with a price tag over $1200, she knew it wasn't a practical purchase. After much consideration, she thought, "Fuck it."
"I'll take it!" Amanda exclaimed. With a giant smile, the sales representative's demeanor instantly brightened at the words.
"We have matching wallets that would complement this perfectly," the sales representative suggested, attempting to upsell, now giving Amanda her full attention.
"No, this is will be fine." Amanda replied.
The sales representative took the bag and began the process of finalizing the sale. She meticulously wrapped the bag in their own designer paper, comparable to gift wrapping, before placing it in a nice gift bag with their logo on the side. It was a nice touch that these stores practiced that Amanda appreciated. She was accustomed to security alarm tags being pulled off before items she purchased being tossed into a cheap plastic bag. Once the sales representative finished, she extended the bag to Amanda.
"And how would you like to pay for this?"
"Cash," Amanda replied with a big smile, pulling out a wad of cash from her old, non-brand, inexpensive hand bag.
Amanda felt like she was on cloud nine as she walked out of the store with the shopping bag in tow. The feeling alone almost made how she earned the money worth it. As she strolled through the mall, she received a text message. Amanda grabbed her phone and looked at the screen.
Amanda froze in dismay as she read the message. It was a simple message from Sean: "My place in 1 hour." All the happiness and excitement she had felt moments ago vanished in an instant. Dread once again consumed her, causing her legs to wobble as she walked. While she had anticipated this kind of text, its arrival still shook her. She had hoped for more time to devise a plan to extricate herself from this predicament, but one hour was not enough. Just getting to Sean's place from the mall in time would be a challenge in itself. Deciding time was of essence, she texted Sean to negotiate for more time.
(Amanda) At the mall cant in 1 hr
(Sean) My place in 1 hour
(Amanda) Sean Cmon I need more time.
(Sean) My place in 1 hour or I send the video to all ur friends and upload 2 the internet.
Amanda sighed, realizing she had no choice. Her attempts to buy time had failed. She felt nauseous at the thought of what Sean had planned for her, but she had no other choice but to comply.