Tricked into Turning a Trick Part 9 - The Business Trick
Rick led Amanda down the long hallway. Her thoughts raced, still processing the surreal sight of the world's most iconic supermodel being publicly degraded by twenty men. The night was far from over and she could feel that the party would offer even more surprises. She was already wet and horny. More than anything, she hoped that whatever came next would bring an opportunity for Rick to fuck her.
As Amanda and Rick made their way down the hallway, a group of nude women dashed past them, laughing wildly, chased by an elderly man who was just as bare and just as gleeful. She giggled at the sight of his swaying penis as he ran. When they reached the third door Rick paused. It was the only one painted a bold, striking red in the otherwise uniform hallway. Without a word, he reached for the ornate gold knob and slowly turned it, pushing the door open.
Amanda was instantly struck by how different this room was from the rest. The walls were lined with rich, red leather upholstery that gave it a decadent, almost theatrical feel. The lighting was low and moody, while light jazz music played, adding to the overall ambiance. Strange devices were arranged throughout the room. To one side stood imposing metal bracket braces, a wooden pommel horse rested on the other, and old-fashioned wooden stocks waited at the far end. Several completely nude women were seated on couches arranged around a small, circular wooden stage at the room's center.
A nervous thrill ran through Amanda as she followed Rick toward the center of the room, wondering what was planned. As they approached the small stage, the only other man in the room approach them. Though he wore a sharp tuxedo and a masquerade mask, the streaks of silver in his dark hair betrayed his age. Amanda guessed he was probably in his early 60s.
"Be a good girl and stand on the stage," Rick whispered into Amanda's ear.
Amanda was fully caught up in the thrill of the evening and eagerly stepped up onto the raised platform with a playful smile. In the center of the stage were several small holes and hooks embedded in the floorboards. Overhead hung a network of wires and strange contraptions. She couldn't quite piece together what they were for, but the mystery only heightened her anticipation.
Rick walked over to the older man and after a brief discussion just outside of Amanda's ear, the two shook hands and made their way back toward her.
"Amanda, this is Anthony," Rick said.
"Nice to meet you," Amanda replied.
"The pleasure is all mine," Anthony said.
Amanda couldn't quite place his accent, Italian perhaps? The thought lingered for a moment before nervousness set in. What exactly did Rick have planned? And why was she being introduced to this man? Her uncertainty was soon interrupted by Anthony's next words.
"Would you please take off your dress?" Anthony's asked, though the firmness in his tone made it sound far more like a demand.
Amanda hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She turned to Rick looking for his guidance.
"Do as he says," Rick instructed, in a clear commanding voice.
Amanda, perhaps foolishly, felt some comfort in knowing she was now a full member at the party. She had anticipated there might be an opportunity to participate tonight. In truth, she'd secretly hoped for it. And with Rick by her side, she believed this was all part of the fun. There was a naughty itch inside of her, that had been building all evening, and it needed to be scratched. So despite her concerns, Amanda chose to trust the moment... and she obeyed.
Reaching back, Amanda slowly unzipped her dress. The soft zipping sounds barely audible over light music playing in the room. The dress slipped from her shoulders and cascaded to the floor. She stepped forward gracefully, leaving the pooled dress behind on the floor. Having chosen to forgo any underwear that evening, she now stood completely nude beneath the low lights before the men and onlookers gathered around the stage.
Anthony slowly circled Amanda, his eyes inspecting every inch of her exposed body. He took his time, studying each curve, every subtle crease, freckle, and dimple. When he returned to face her, she could see his intense eyes soften behind his masquerade mask.
"Magnificent," Anthony said, exhaling the word like a satisfied revelation.
Rick retrieved a pair of padded handcuffs handed to him by a woman who had quietly approached the stage. He pulled Amanda's arms forward and secured the cuffs around her wrists, the soft padding a small contrast to the firm restraint.
Amanda's sense of unease spiked the moment she heard the metallic click of the handcuffs locking around her wrists. The sound alone sent a ripple of anxiety through her, but it intensified as she looked up to see a wire slowly descending from the ceiling. Rick calmly clipped the cuffs to the hook at the end of the wire. Almost instantly, the mechanism began to lift the hook and Amanda's bound wrists with it. Her arms stretched above her head as the wire continued to rise, pulling her body into a taught, upward arch. She practically had to stand on her toes just to avoid being fully suspended by her wrists. The strain was immediate, both physically and mentally. The discomfort of the position was compounded by the fear of what would come next, now that she was completely at their mercy.
"Rick?" Amanda called out, her voice uncertain as she looked directly at him.
