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Tricked Into Turning A Trick Pt 08

Tricked Into Turning A Trick Pt 08

by trevrepa
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Part 8 - The Business Trip

The following week Amanda went to work like normal. She hadn't spoken with Jenn since the night at the Roadway Inn. She wanted to reach out but didn't know what to say. She also wanted Jenn some time to reflect on it on her own.

Amanda started to get worried after a week had passed without any word from Jenn. However, her concern for her friend quickly shifted to excitement for herself when Rick summoned her into his office with unexpected news. She would be accompanying him on a business trip. He needed her in New York for a few days and they were leaving tomorrow. Jenn would have to wait.

As Amanda packed that night, she struggled to decide what to bring. She had never been on a business trip before. In fact, she had never traveled anywhere outside of her home state. The thought of visiting New York City for the first time filled her with excitement.

Amanda's excitement grew even more when she saw Rick pull up in a limousine the next morning. But it reached pure bliss when they arrived at the airport, bypassing the commercial terminals and heading straight to the commuter terminal, where a private jet was waiting for them on the tarmac.

The pilot stood in front of the jet as Rick made his way across the tarmac toward the plane. When Rick reached the aircraft, the pilot gave a respectful bow of his head.

"Welcome aboard, sir," the pilot greeted.

Rick nodded in response as he climbed up the airstairs, with Amanda following closely behind.

The jet exuded luxury, with plush leather seats that were spacious and inviting. Rick settled into a seat in the back and gestured for Amanda to sit across from him. Amanda could hardly believe that her very first flight would be aboard a private jet.

Amanda felt a bit nervous as the plane took off. With each shudder and jolt, she tensed up, unsure of what it meant.

"Don't worry, it's completely normal," Rick said with a reassuring smile. Once they reached cruising altitude, he pulled out some papers and started working at the makeshift desk. It quickly became clear that this was a business trip, as Rick became fully absorbed in his work.

Amanda couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as her pussy started getting wet at the thought of being on such a luxurious jet. It surprised her how this was making her horny. But with Rick so focused on his work, she had to use all her self-control to stay composed and not jump his bones. She even thought about offering him a blowjob but quickly dismissed the idea, too shy to make the suggestion. The last thing she wanted was for this business trip to be seen as anything other than professional.

Upon arriving in New York, another limousine was waiting to take them to their next destination. They were whisked away to downtown Manhattan, where they arrived at the Grand Hotel, one of the city's most luxurious five-star hotels.

Amanda waited in the grand lobby while Rick checked in. The interior of the hotel was just as elegant as the exterior, with chandeliers hanging from the soaring vaulted ceilings, fresh flowers in large vases filling the air with a pleasant floral scent, and soft jazz music playing from the hotel bar next door, enhancing the atmosphere. Rick received the key cards and made his way toward the elevator.

"Follow me," Rick said, and Amanda quickly followed his lead.

Rick inserted his hotel card and pressed the button for the penthouse suite. They waited as the elevator swiftly ascended to the top of the prestigious building. When Amanda stepped into the suite, her jaw nearly dropped. The room was nothing short of extraordinary, a stark contrast to The Roadway Inn. It offered stunning views of New York City's skyline and Central Park. Rick walked into the main living area and gestured toward the door on his right.

"You're in there," Rick said.

Amanda was surprised to find that they each had separate bedrooms, but it only reinforced that this was, in fact, a business trip. Rick headed left to his room, while Amanda entered hers. She quickly hopped onto the bed, feeling the luxurious comforter beneath her. The silk slipped through her fingers as she stretched out on the soft mattress. Luxury felt incredible, and Amanda couldn't help but think that she could easily get used to this.

After settling in, the two headed down to the hotel restaurant for a nice dinner. While they waited for the waiter to take their order, Rick said, "I've got a lot of work to do tomorrow. I won't need your help for this part of the trip. Feel free to relax at the hotel, grab some lunch, go sightseeing."

"What do you need me for? Why did you bring me here?" Amanda asked.

"I need you for Saturday night, but until then, enjoy the city," Rick said. Amanda smiled and ordered a filet mignon from the upscale steakhouse.

The next morning, Amanda slept in before spending the day exploring the city. She visited all the classic tourist spots, Times Square, the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty. At the end of the day to unwind, she relaxed in her room with a luxurious warm bath. She felt like a character from Pretty Woman in the oversized tub surrounded by bubbles.

Rick returned later that night looking a bit tired. He poured himself a scotch and settled onto the couch. Amanda entered the room in only a bathrobe, having just stepped out of the bathtub.

"How was your day, honey?" Amanda asked, her tone playful and flirtatious.

Rick smiled and took a sip of his scotch. "It was a long day, I'm going to head in."

Rick went into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. Amanda felt a little disappointed that he hadn't reacted to her playful, half-dressed appearance. Sighing, she retired to her own bedroom for the night.

Amanda woke up to find that Rick had already left. He left a note saying he would be back in the afternoon and to enjoy the morning. Amanda ordered breakfast in bed and savored the eggs benedict and mimosas that were brought up to her room. She decided to treat herself to a facial and a relaxing massage at the hotel spa. When she returned from her pampering session, Rick had returned to the room.

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"How was your day?" Rick asked.

"It was wonderful, and sooooo relaxing," Amanda replied with a chuckle.

"Yeah, looks like you had a good time. I'm glad you had time to pamper yourself.," Rick chuckled in return. "Come get dressed. We've got a few things to do."

"What things?" Amanda asked, curious.

"We have plans tonight. I went ahead and got you a dress for the evening," Rick responded.

Amanda spotted an incredible gown hanging on the coat rack. It was another stunning ballroom dress, clearly expensive, with a shoebox placed neatly on the carpet below. Eagerly, she rushed over to take a closer look. Inside the box, she found a pair of exquisite shoes that perfectly matched the long, bedazzled black cocktail dress.

"Try it on. Let's see how you look in it," Rick said.

Amanda grabbed the dress and shoes and headed to her bedroom to try them on. When she emerged, she looked like a princess. The dress fit her flawlessly. As she stepped into the room, she found Rick already dressed in a tuxedo, looking as handsome and debonair as ever.

Rick paused for a moment, taking in Amanda's stunning appearance. Her beauty seemed to fill the room and he was truly impressed. In that moment, he couldn't recall ever seeing anyone more beautiful. Rick set his scotch down on the table and walked over to her.

"Wow, you look incredible," Rick said.

"Thanks to you, so, like, what's the plan for tonight?" Amanda asked, her expression clearly excited.

"We've been invited to another ball," Rick responded.

Amanda's stomach sank recalling how she had been treated at the last ball.

"The good news," Rick continued, "is that you're now a full member, with all the privileges that come with it and you'll be free to walk around and watch the initiation."

Amanda let out a soft sigh of relief, hoping tonight's event wouldn't be like the previous party. Amanda nodded her approval nervously. Although she was uncertain if Rick's was telling the truth, she also felt a surge of excitement and curiosity. Attending the party as a full guest intrigued her and she found herself eager to see what happened inside the other rooms.

Rick poured a glass of whiskey for Amanda and raised his glass in a toast. "To an exciting night."

The two clinked glasses. Amanda took a big sip and coughed, almost choking on it. The strong taste of the whiskey caught her off guard as it was rare for her to drink hard liquor straight. Rick chuckled, amused by her struggling with the adult drink. He took a large swig, showing her how it's done.

Rick and Amanda headed down to the hotel lobby where their limousine was already waiting for them. During the short drive to their destination, Amanda gazed up through the window at the towering skyline, mesmerized by the beauty and size of the big city. Once they arrived at a luxurious apartment building the doorman opened the door and greeted them, welcoming them into the impressive building.

In the lobby, a security guard stood watch in front of the elevators. He tipped his cap at Rick and escorted the two to a private elevator. Once the doors opened, he inserted his key card and pressed the button for the penthouse suite.

"Good evening, sir" the security guard said.

Amanda and Rick rode the elevator up to the penthouse suite. When the doors opened, they were greeted by two men in tuxedos, each wearing a masquerade mask.

"Sir, ma'am," the first man said through his mask, while the other man checked off their names from a clipboard he was holding.

Rick pulled two masquerade masks from his tuxedo pocket. The first was the same joker mask he had worn before. The second mask was for Amanda, who smiled as she took the mask from him. She quickly put it on, knowing it would allow her to attend the party anonymously. The elegant mask covered her eyes and nose but left the lower half of her face exposed. Its design had a delicate floral pattern that perfectly suiting her style.

"How do I look?" Amanda asked.

"Good enough to eat," Rick replied with a smile.

Amanda and Rick stepped into the luxurious apartment. Amanda was immediately struck by its vast size and grandeur. She could only imagine owning something so magnificent. It was filled with priceless artwork, crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and mahogany furniture, all of which adding to its elegance.

Rick led Amanda to a main room where numerous guests mingled. They were all impeccably dressed in tuxedos and gowns and all wearing masquerade masks. It was clear they all wished to remain anonymous. The excitement in the air was palpable, she could sense she wasn't the only one feeling excited. The two made their way to the bar and Rick ordered a double scotch on the rocks.

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"What would you like?" Rick asked.

"Something fruity," Amanda replied.

Rick stifled a laugh before turning to the bartender. "Vodka cranberry," he ordered. The bartender nodded and began mixing a drink. He presented Amanda with a light red colored drink. Amanda took a sip and although she could taste the alcohol, the sweetness and flavor of it was pleasant. She had never been a big fan of alcohol, her taste buds too young to truly appreciate its mature flavors. However, this drink was delicious and she eagerly finished it.

"Shall we check out the place?" Rick asked. Amanda eagerly nodded, excited to explore the other rooms.

Rick and Amanda entered the hallway to the right and walked down the long corridor. They began to hear classical music playing softly ahead of them, which gradually grew louder with each step. When they entered the next room, Amanda's eyes widened in surprise. There were several people in varying states of undress, scattered throughout the room. On the couch was a completely nude woman riding a man reverse cowboy. Her animated movements caused her large breasts to bounce as a group of onlookers surrounded them. Nearby, another woman was lying on a pool table while two men fucked her, one in her mouth and the other in her pussy. She appeared to be enjoying the attention as several people stood and watched. In the far corner, near the fireplace, another fully nude woman was bent over as an older gentleman fucked her from behind. By the exit door, a man stood as a topless woman sat on her knees in front of him sucking on his cock.

Amanda clutched Rick's arm as he guided her through the room. They all continuing their sucking and fucking, paying no attention to them. Amanda and Rick moved to the next room, where even more people were naked and engaging all kinds of sexual congress. The atmosphere resembled that of an orgy, as ten people gathered around, fucking each other while others looked on. Amanda wondered if she was expected to join in. Just as she was starting to feel uneasy about it, Rick leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"You want to watch?" Rick whispered.

Amanda nodded in agreement as Rick led her to the side of the room, positioning them just in front of the couch. From there, they had a clear view of the orgy unfolding before them.

Amanda watched in fascination as two men fucked a girl on the couch, one from behind and the other in her mouth. The man fucking her throat drove his large cock in with force, each thrust unrelenting. Gagging sounds filled the air as thick drool dribbled from her lips with every deep push of his cock. The intensity of each thrust caused her mask to shift every time her nose hit his abdomen, misaligning the eye holes on her face. Yet, instead of resisting, the girl didn't try and push the man away. Instead, she calmly reached up to adjust the mask, seemingly captivated by the rough and unyielding throat fucking. At the same time, she was being fucked from behind by a towering man who looked like he could easily be a linebacker in the NFL.

Beside them on the couch, a man sat in a tuxedo, his fly undone with just his cock sticking out. Kneeling before him, a brunette fervently stroked his cock with both hands as she sucked him.

On the bearskin rug sprawled across the floor, three women were tangled in an intense lesbian tryst, their bodies entwined in a dynamic triangle. One woman straddled another's face as she lay back on the rug, while a third, kneeling between her legs, was tonguing her wet pussy.

Amanda could hear their moans and see the way they writhed, the pleasure radiating from them unmistakable in the open room. The scene sent a thrill through her, and she could feel herself getting wet. Just as she was starting to get horny, Rick glanced at his watch.

"Let's move to the next room," Rick whispered, gently pulling Amanda along with him. Amanda followed but kept her gaze fixed on the orgy. One man withdrew his cock from the girl's mouth and came all over her face and mask, while the other man fucking her from behind did the same all over her ass.

Rick and Amanda stepped into the apartment's largest room. It was a huge open space and had been completely cleared of all the furniture. At least fifty people stood in a wide circle, their eyes fixed on the empty center. Above them, more onlookers gathered along a balcony, peering down at the scene below. Though the circle remained vacant, Amanda immediately recognized the setup. It mirrored the arrangement she had encountered when she was brought in for her own initiation.

Rick led Amanda up a staircase to the balcony above. He positioned her in front of him along the railing, ensuring that they both had a perfect view down below. As they reached their spot, the room was plunged into darkness and a single spotlight illuminated the empty circle.

The same eerie music from Amanda's initiation began to play, its haunting melody sending a shiver down her spine. The sounds were seared into her memory, triggering a wave of unease that felt almost like posttraumatic stress disorder.

As she watched, a blonde woman stepped out from an adjacent hallway, her features eerily familiar, almost identical to the one from Amanda's past encounter. Behind her followed another woman, the only one in the room not wearing a mask. Amanda squinted, shaking her head in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Amanda turned to Rick and whispered, "Is that...?" she asked before getting cut off.

"Shhh," Rick responded before giving a subtle nod of confirmation.

Amanda stared in shock as the subject of tonight's initiation stepped into the center of the ring completely nude. It was Alessandria, the world-famous supermodel.

Alessandria's beauty was indisputable, from the cascading light brown hair streaked with flawless blonde highlights to the luminous skin that graced the covers of countless magazines. Her posture was impeccable, every movement exuding the elegance that made her an icon. And for a woman who had never posed nude in her entire career, to be standing there completely exposed before nearly a hundred people was nothing short of astonishing.

Alessandria's hazel eyes held a worried look of apprehensive for what was to come. Her slender yet undeniably sensual frame was accentuated by her perfectly proportioned B-cup breasts. The only thing she was wearing were a pair of designer high heels, adding to the surreal nature of the moment. But it was her striking face, a captivating blend of English and Spanish heritage, that had made her a legend. It was well known that she had been discovered on the streets of Lisbon as a teenager, rising through the fashion world over the years to become one of the most coveted supermodels of her generation worth millions and desired by all. And yet, there she stood, completely nude, in the center of a room in a New York City apartment, about to be put through an initiation.

From the crowd, the man in the red robe emerged and began his ritual. He moved slowly, deliberately circling the two women, striking the floor with his scepter with each step. The cracking echoes reverberated through the room, each thunderous impact making Alessandria flinch. She was visibly trembling, her hands quivering from sheer nerves. Her breathing was unsteady and fear etched across her face as she braced for what was to come. The man in the red robe completed his circuit around the girls, before slamming his staff against the ground three times signaling the start to the initiation.

A side door opened and a group of men emerged, carrying the same red velvet chaise as Amanda's initiation. They placed it in the center of the room, its presence an unmistakable symbol of what was to come.

The blonde woman reclined on the chaise and spread her legs apart with deliberate confidence. She gestured to Alessandria to proceed, just as Amanda had been instructed to do a month earlier.

Alessandria hesitantly approached the masked blonde and lowered herself between the woman's legs. She moved cautiously, her mouth hovering near the blonde's open pussy. She peeked up, searching for approval and the blonde woman met her gaze and gave a slow, approving nod.

Swallowing her nerves, Alessandria extended her tongue brushing up against the blonde's pussy as she traced along the labia to her clitoris. The blonde woman let out a moan, her back arching in response to the sensation the supermodel had unknowingly elicited.

From Amanda's vantage point, all she could see was the back of Alessandria's head as she moved her tongue vigorously on the blonde's wet pussy. Her perfect, taut ass was on full display, accentuated by the position she was in. Alessandria's toned backside was pointed directly toward the spectators, a striking contrast to the vulnerability of the moment. Though Amanda was some distance away, she thought she caught the faint shimmer of moisture between Alessandria's legs, a subtle glisten that hinted at her excitement.

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