Demanding Supply Ch. 06

Chapter 6: A Gift for Amy

Looking back at what she had done over the last few weeks, Amanda barely recognized herself anymore. Seemingly overnight she had changed from being; a careful, well-behaved, proper young lady to practically the complete opposite. She couldn't decide what shocked her the most; how fast everything had happened, or how much she looked forward to what would happen next.

The more she thought about what could do next, she was surprised at how easy it was becoming for her to think of new options; each one more daring than the last. Amanda couldn't help but enjoy pushing her boundaries more and more, always looking at how much fun it would be to do; and rarely considering the possible consequences that may come from it.

Remembering the first conversation she had with Fred; he was right. There would have been no way Amanda would have done ANY of this; if it hadn't been for Amy and Jack's 'plot'. Since Amanda had kept her mouth shut, Amy had held up her end of the bargain also; and the pictures that she had 'entrusted' to Amy had remained a secret. Amanda's online adventures had all happened because of Amy having compromising pictures, having secretly enjoyed the fact that she wasn't afraid to use them against her either.

Even though she had threatened to use them against her in the past, she had still proved that she could be trusted with them. That's when Amanda's latest idea sprang to mind; what if Amy had more? If someone already had more than enough to ruin you, why worry about it being easier for them to do it? Amy would definitely not mind having more pictures, that much was certain. Anything that she did send her, would obviously be added to her current collection; it would be redundant to even suggest the idea to her.

She considered emailing her a new selection of photos; wondering about how it could be used as an ice-breaker. There would really be no point in sending her cropped picture either; an opportunity to show her the originals was too tempting to pass up. The temptation was getting out of hand, and becoming quite irresistible.

Going through her folders of originals, Amanda was not picky; she selected them all. She attached it to a new email, before selecting Amy's name out of her address book. The pictures took several minutes to attach themselves to the email, giving her plenty of time to withdraw; instead she took advantage of the wait to consider what she could include as a message with the photos. She knew what she wanted to write, just not exactly how to word it. By the time the files were attached, she was ready. Keeping it short, she began to write:

"I took these pictures over the last few weeks, and since we've both kept our word; I see no reason for you not to have a copy of them. Expect more in the future."

Before she could change her mind, she sent the email. Thrilled at her new accomplishment, she returned her attention to selecting new uploads for the website. Drawing from today's pictures; she had trouble deciding, and ended up uploading a total of 25 pictures.

Her 'friends' were quick to compliment her on her new uploaded pictures. They were surprised that she had posted so many at once; also at how good the quality was. She informed them about having met a professional photographer which took the pictures. No complaints on their end, though plenty of envy. One of them had mentioned that the city she was in had a body-paint club. She didn't understand what that was, and asked for clarification.

Essentially, it would go as follows; people would go to the club nude, wearing only body paint, its design resembling clothing. There was often contests with prizes; for the most creative, or artistic approaches. He sent her links to photos to give her an example. At first she thought it was a joke but after finding the club's website; it confirmed what she had been told. Knowing nothing about how to use body-paint, she figured she would just check out the club; and see what it was all about. Fortunately, it was only a block away; a very short walk. Selecting her shorts and tank top from the day before, she stuffed some money in her pocket, grabbed her keys; and left.

There was a bit of a line heading into the club, and after having paid the entrance fee; Amanda entered. Only about a quarter of the people there were wearing clothes, the remainder; paint. It was obvious that the patrons took advantage of such a 'specialty' club. She couldn't help but feel a bit out of place; having only recently been introduced to the idea of being in the vicinity of 'nude' people. Playing it cool; she began to observe how it all worked.

Over the next few hours, she learned bits and pieces from short conversations; learning as she went. Unsurprising, the men were more than happy to answer all of her questions; obviously hoping to see her in the future, wearing much less. It was a nice place, with roaming security. The club was divided into two main rooms, the only difference; on one side, photography was prohibited, the other, encouraged.

The majority of the women were on the prohibited side, and only fully clothed women were present on the encouraged side; not surprisingly. Someone needed not to do more than shout and point to a vigilante camera, and then offender would be promptly discarded from the club, camera confiscated. That helped her feel a lot more comfortable with the whole idea.

After a few more questions, and a few closer looks; Amanda realized that she needed to try this. Finishing her drink, she made her way home.

To Be Continued...