When he finished, he unlocked her ankle from the post. He pulled
her up to a standing position and handed her a tiny, sequined G-string
and a pair of extremely high high-heels that also were covered with the
shiny dots, which he told her to put on. While she was putting on the
shoes, Lizzie walked in with a glass and a couple of pills, which she
made Amanda swallow. I had no idea what they were giving her, but I
knew for sure I wouldn’t want either of them giving me any of their
pills.
Bronk opened a closet in the wall and began setting up a camcorder
on a tripod, and several bright lights, also on tripods.
When Amanda was clad in the skimpy outfit they had chosen for her
they pushed her to her knees in the middle of the floor. No sooner had
she knelt, than the others walked in, rubbing the sleep from their eyes.
Now, it looked like there were more than three dozen bikers. Most of
them were clad in the same biker clothes, but more than a few of the
women were wearing only panties, their naked breasts swaying as they
walked down the short flight of steps into the garage.
They sat on the floor around Amanda or pulled up milk crates, as if
they were ready for a show of some kind. Apparently, that was exactly
what they were there for, and exactly what Bronk had promised them.
He walked to the center of the room, and pulling Amanda’s head up
by her hair, spoke to the group. “Our little whore was a good fuck last
night, wasn’t she, gang?”
The group that had been here the day before cheered their pleasure
with Amanda’s performance of the previous evening.
“Today, we’re gonna make a movie, and the little whore’s gonna show
us how she can dance.” Looking down at Amanda, he spit out his
instructions to her. “You will dance for us, you little pile of shit,
and you’ll dance as dirty as the cheapest slut-dancer in the cheapest
beer-bar…you understand?”
Amanda nodded.
“I want you to wiggle that sexy, little cock-loving ass of yours,
and show us every little part of your slut body. Crawl on the floor
when you dance, walk around and strut your naked whore body. Make cocks
hard and pussies wet. If you do, we’ll all fuck you. If you don’t,
we’ll all fuck you, too, but maybe not as nice. So, believe me, you
want to dance just as good as you possibly can. Take my word for it.”
Bronk moved over to the newest of the cars in the garage and turned
on the cassette player inside it, turning the volume up so that it could
be heard throughout the garage. Then he put his eye to the viewer of
the camcorder and yelled to Amanda, “Ok, bitch, do your thing!”
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