As we made love, I noticed Samantha watching from the bathroom door. Amanda noticed too, and whispered in my ear. After our performance, we put on some robes and went out into the living room.
After a few minutes, Amanda tiptoed to the door of our bedroom. She motioned for me to join her. We stood there and looked through the crack. Samantha was in our bedroom -and she was putting on the clothing I had just stripped off of Amanda.
Amanda unveiled the next step of her plan to me. The mutual voyeurism afforded by the two guest rooms explained why we left the luxurious master suites empty.
She loudly said "well, I'm going to get dressed" and Samantha tip toed in her Amanda costume into her bedroom. After Amanda "discovered" the theft, she barged into Samantha's room and confronted her.
I couldn't hear the entire conversation, but Amanda was really giving her hell. Samantha was caught emulating her idol, and was being put in her place. "You're not allowed to leave this room tonight," she ordered. Once Samantha was locked in the room, Amanda changed into some skimpy lingerie and went into the bathroom to get ready for the evening. As she smoked a cigarette and did her makeup, she was talking to herself about how good she looked and how great it was to be so sexy.
I realized that I was watching a performance, not for me, but for the woman on her knees watching Amanda's every movement through the keyhole.
Amanda picked up a phone and made a few phone calls. She invited some friends over for drinks, and put on some trashy clothing. Her friends were as trashy as she had become.
I stayed out of the way and let them smoke, drink, and talk. Their conversation was about boys, booze, and the like. Amanda explained that she was working at "a good office job" and that she was in over her head. I realized that this, too, was a performance. Looking through the bathroom keyhole, I saw that Amanda had a hidden audience of one, hanging on her every word.
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