After several minutes, "Sam" came out of the bedroom half naked. She kneeled in front of me and started to undo my belt. I stood up and she stripped me completely naked. I went to enter her and she grabbed me. She took me into the bedroom and said, "I've brought you a treat, darling," and she pushed me into the bed with Amanda. Sam watched as we made love, and I asked her to join in. In response to my offer, she looked to Amanda. Amanda shook her head - and Sam turned back to me and shook her head.
When Amanda was done with me, she exiled me to her easy chair. She motioned for Sam to get in bed and they took pictures of each other, covered in sweat and posting as if for a dirty magazine.
I woke up. The sun was coming in, and I was in a strange small bedroom. I heard a noise and turned. Amanda was sitting on the dresser lighting a cigarette. She was wearing a black minidress and form-fitting boots that covered her legs from her toes to above her knee.
"We've got to get the little whore back home, right away," she said. She pointed to the side of the bed, where my wife laid, exhausted, with a smile on her face.
Amanda and I dressed Sam in the outfit that Amanda had worn the night before. It was cheap and seasonally inappropriate, but it didn't look bad from a distance. Amanda put a long coat on, hiding how high her boots really went. We walked Sam out of the building and into a taxi, and got her up into my penthouse.
Amanda stripped Sam and herself and put the clothing away. Amanda explained that Samantha would wake up in a few hours - not as Sam, but Samantha. She took a shower and appropriated a new outfit, and left me. Just as she predicted, Samantha woke up as her old self, hung over. She asked about last night, and I told her that we had gone to the new French restaurant. "Oh, that's right, mmmm" she said.
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