AndreaSubbie
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Amanda was laughing and joking along with her three friends when the main Hypnotist act was announced, and she did a loud, "Ooooh!" clapping her hands and smiling at the other girls before looking back at the stage.
She didn't usually drink a lot, and those she'd had tonight had seemed so innocuous that Amanda thought she was just caught up in the party atmosphere. Of course it was no secret that they were a bridal group. It seemed that Taylor had said something to someone, because the drinks kept coming with confetti on the trays, and at some point someone had tied to her chair a helium balloon with 'Bride' printed on it. There was even a pretty silver plastic 'Bride' tiara on the table that so far she had resisted wearing.
It was fun, and even the warm up act, the rather crude, suggestive comedian had actually seemed witty, although Amanda found herself frowning and blushing at more than a few of his lines.
The Limo had been Taylor's idea too. What an amazing friend she was. They'd known each other for ever, and Taylor had always been there when needed, especially for hugs. In the car Amanda had just had tonic water, which Nicole and Sara insisted on pouring while Taylor had Amanda looking out the window at passers-by who were staring at their posh car.
They'd picked her up from her flat, after she'd spent most of the afternoon getting ready. They would dress up and go somewhere posh for drinks, food and a show. Taylor had hinted that it would be a special night, a bit different from what she was used to, and certainly not the tasteless slutty pub crawl that some of her friends seemed to like so much.
All through school she'd stood against the trend of showing too much skin, or letting boys grope her, sometimes being quite harsh about other girls' behaviour. Her boyfriends hadn't lasted very long once they worked out that she wouldn't let them get anywhere physically. But that was ok, because she had her fantasies and romantic dreams. In the last few years her fantasies had become a lot more graphic with the help of the internet, where she devoured stories and pictures that might help prepare her for her wedding night.
It was just research. A bride wanted to make her husband adore her, and want only her, so she had to be good in the bedroom. And you don't get good at something without studying, do you? So she studied. A lot. Every day, mostly, and part of her studies included her fingers exercising down below.
So that afternoon Amanda had run herself a nice hot bath and soaked for a while before shaving her legs and under her arms, and trimming that dark bikini line. Every time she did that she let her fingers linger, grazing through the soft hairs and fluttering lower to tease the lips that were untouched by any other hand. Mmm, it always felt so good, and she closed her eyes and indulged in another of her fantasies, though being in the bath she was denied the pictures that usually informed the images parading through her head ... hunky men, well endowed, at attention just for her, adoring her, urging her to reveal herself more .. take off just one more layer, and another, and another ... until she was naked, and they were emptying themselves over her, anointing her with the fluid expression of their worship ...
The water between her legs was almost frothing with the speed of her hand as she reached the climax of her day-dream.
Sighing deeply, she rinsed herself and climbed out of the tub, drying herself in a luxurious soft towel.
Back in her bedroom, she put on her black undies, perhaps a little more exciting than her friends would expect of her, and admired herself in the mirror. A slim, fairly pretty brunette with a good shape, nice legs, and a modest chest that men seemed to like looking at. Which was good, although Amanda never let on that she liked the way men looked at her, that would be slutty, right? Still, what a shame no-one would see how pretty she looked in her underwear, and she sighed wistfully.
After doing her hair and makeup, she slipped into her ever-so-proper cocktail dress and heels, and she was ready. It was only a few minutes before Taylor was at the door urging her to hurry down to the car ... the car which turned out to be a limmo!
And the Restaurant or theatre, or whatever it was, had impressed her the moment she saw it.
So here they were, ready for the next part of their fantastic night out. Amanda was quite excited, wondering what the act was about. Wondering if some poor soul from the audience was going to be made a fool of. They usually picked girls in tiny dresses when it was on tv, and there were plenty of those in tonight. Well, it would serve them right for dressing so slutty; and Amanda caught herself anticipating enjoying their embarrassed humiliation as she watched the man in question stride onto the stage.
And then she looked into his eyes ...
Amanda was in a bit of a daze. She was perfectly aware of where she was, what she was doing, why she was there, but she felt drawn to the hypnotist in a funny sort of way.
Of course, there was no way that she would ever go up on stage, and certainly not volunteer, not with everyone watching.
Like the rest of the audience she had laughed at the poor girls who 'd been humiliated and made fun of, enjoying seeing them make fools of themselves, and had looked at the other girls in her group, sharing that laugh with them.
The more the act progressed, though, the more she seemed to identify with the volunteers. It had occurred to her that they might be planted by the Hypnotist and not real strangers to him at all; but now she wasn’t so sure.
Partway through the first half one of the girls in her group had placed the silver plastic ‘Bride’ tiara on Amanda’s head, and it sparkled brightly every time the spotlights swept the audience, making her conspicuous among the otherwise anonymous throng.
Maybe it was because of the tiara, maybe it was the look of total absorption on her face, maybe it was the way all the other girls in her group were looking at her when he asked for a volunteer, but one of the spotlights sweeping the floor hesitated as it passed over their table, and then focused on her.
Amanda was in the spotlight.
She didn't usually drink a lot, and those she'd had tonight had seemed so innocuous that Amanda thought she was just caught up in the party atmosphere. Of course it was no secret that they were a bridal group. It seemed that Taylor had said something to someone, because the drinks kept coming with confetti on the trays, and at some point someone had tied to her chair a helium balloon with 'Bride' printed on it. There was even a pretty silver plastic 'Bride' tiara on the table that so far she had resisted wearing.
It was fun, and even the warm up act, the rather crude, suggestive comedian had actually seemed witty, although Amanda found herself frowning and blushing at more than a few of his lines.
The Limo had been Taylor's idea too. What an amazing friend she was. They'd known each other for ever, and Taylor had always been there when needed, especially for hugs. In the car Amanda had just had tonic water, which Nicole and Sara insisted on pouring while Taylor had Amanda looking out the window at passers-by who were staring at their posh car.
They'd picked her up from her flat, after she'd spent most of the afternoon getting ready. They would dress up and go somewhere posh for drinks, food and a show. Taylor had hinted that it would be a special night, a bit different from what she was used to, and certainly not the tasteless slutty pub crawl that some of her friends seemed to like so much.
All through school she'd stood against the trend of showing too much skin, or letting boys grope her, sometimes being quite harsh about other girls' behaviour. Her boyfriends hadn't lasted very long once they worked out that she wouldn't let them get anywhere physically. But that was ok, because she had her fantasies and romantic dreams. In the last few years her fantasies had become a lot more graphic with the help of the internet, where she devoured stories and pictures that might help prepare her for her wedding night.
It was just research. A bride wanted to make her husband adore her, and want only her, so she had to be good in the bedroom. And you don't get good at something without studying, do you? So she studied. A lot. Every day, mostly, and part of her studies included her fingers exercising down below.
So that afternoon Amanda had run herself a nice hot bath and soaked for a while before shaving her legs and under her arms, and trimming that dark bikini line. Every time she did that she let her fingers linger, grazing through the soft hairs and fluttering lower to tease the lips that were untouched by any other hand. Mmm, it always felt so good, and she closed her eyes and indulged in another of her fantasies, though being in the bath she was denied the pictures that usually informed the images parading through her head ... hunky men, well endowed, at attention just for her, adoring her, urging her to reveal herself more .. take off just one more layer, and another, and another ... until she was naked, and they were emptying themselves over her, anointing her with the fluid expression of their worship ...
The water between her legs was almost frothing with the speed of her hand as she reached the climax of her day-dream.
Sighing deeply, she rinsed herself and climbed out of the tub, drying herself in a luxurious soft towel.
Back in her bedroom, she put on her black undies, perhaps a little more exciting than her friends would expect of her, and admired herself in the mirror. A slim, fairly pretty brunette with a good shape, nice legs, and a modest chest that men seemed to like looking at. Which was good, although Amanda never let on that she liked the way men looked at her, that would be slutty, right? Still, what a shame no-one would see how pretty she looked in her underwear, and she sighed wistfully.
After doing her hair and makeup, she slipped into her ever-so-proper cocktail dress and heels, and she was ready. It was only a few minutes before Taylor was at the door urging her to hurry down to the car ... the car which turned out to be a limmo!
And the Restaurant or theatre, or whatever it was, had impressed her the moment she saw it.
So here they were, ready for the next part of their fantastic night out. Amanda was quite excited, wondering what the act was about. Wondering if some poor soul from the audience was going to be made a fool of. They usually picked girls in tiny dresses when it was on tv, and there were plenty of those in tonight. Well, it would serve them right for dressing so slutty; and Amanda caught herself anticipating enjoying their embarrassed humiliation as she watched the man in question stride onto the stage.
And then she looked into his eyes ...
Amanda was in a bit of a daze. She was perfectly aware of where she was, what she was doing, why she was there, but she felt drawn to the hypnotist in a funny sort of way.
Of course, there was no way that she would ever go up on stage, and certainly not volunteer, not with everyone watching.
Like the rest of the audience she had laughed at the poor girls who 'd been humiliated and made fun of, enjoying seeing them make fools of themselves, and had looked at the other girls in her group, sharing that laugh with them.
The more the act progressed, though, the more she seemed to identify with the volunteers. It had occurred to her that they might be planted by the Hypnotist and not real strangers to him at all; but now she wasn’t so sure.
Partway through the first half one of the girls in her group had placed the silver plastic ‘Bride’ tiara on Amanda’s head, and it sparkled brightly every time the spotlights swept the audience, making her conspicuous among the otherwise anonymous throng.
Maybe it was because of the tiara, maybe it was the look of total absorption on her face, maybe it was the way all the other girls in her group were looking at her when he asked for a volunteer, but one of the spotlights sweeping the floor hesitated as it passed over their table, and then focused on her.
Amanda was in the spotlight.
