They came back and did a great job of making Samantha feel left out. She silently sat there, turning her head back and forth, watching the conversation with a big smile on her face. When she finally tried to add to the conversation, there was a glare from the blond bartender. "What do you know about seduction?" she asked.
Samantha stammered, "I'm pretty sexy," she weakly offered. When the other girls stopped laughing, they told her that she didn't compare to Amanda. "Compare? Compare?" Samantha got visibly angry. "I could be Amanda!" she said.
The girls were silent. "I don't know what Amanda would think of that," the waitress finally said. Samantha looked visibly worried, and Amanda came out of our bedroom on cue.
The comment was repeated, and Amanda contemplated it. "I bet you can't. Even with help from us."
Samantha, seeing an opportunity for help with her idol emulation, jumped on the bet. "I'll bet I can, if I have all three of you helping."
"Ok, the bet is on," Amanda replied. "And I'll get us a judge." She picked up her cell phone and pretended to dial. "Hello, Robert? Can you come back home in half an hour? I really want you," she purred, and hung up.
"My boyfriend is coming here in half an hour, dear. If you can fool him, you win the bet."
I took my cue, checked my watch, and silently snuck out the back door.
I stood outside and watched the three women swarm over Samantha. Amanda undressed and the other two dressed Samantha in her clothes. They styled her hair, and did her makeup. Samantha walked around to the girl's coaching, tossing her hair and twisting her hips.
From my vantage point, about twenty feet outside of the living room window, Amanda was walking around with her girlfriends. I could see from the dynamics that she was acting as the dominant female and the other girls were letting her.
"Amanda" pointed to the naked girl and pointed to the pile of clothing. As instructed, she started to dress in Samantha's cast-off clothing. The new Amanda led the gang in doing her makeup, re-casting Amanda in Samantha's image. Without being able to hear the conversation, I wasn't sure if this was Amanda's doing, or if it was a plot twist Samantha stumbled into. But I knew it would make the plan more effective.
"Amanda" picked up the cell phone and dialed. My cell phone rang and my wife, in an almost perfect impression of Amanda's voice, greeted me. "Darling, I want you NOW! Get over here quickly!" she panted. "And watch out, that tramp Samantha wants to get you first," she said as she looked down at Amanda.
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