I spent the next week planning our next encounter. Before she left, Bonnie had made an agreement with me that if the mousy brunette did not tell anyone what had happened or why, neither would I. That meant Amanda's other friends/lovers should not be warned of what was going to happen.
Picking between the next two girls was not easy. While Amanda and Bonnie both fell on the 'quiet' and 'introverted' side of the scale, Jane and Anna most certainly did not.
Both were loud, kind of obnoxious, and it was not going to be as easy to make them agree to my wishes, much less to 'break' them. If their boasting was true, both had done things sexually that I had not and I was going to have to leave my comfort zone.
I considered going down the BDSM route, but I was afraid it was going to come off too hoaky. Whatever happened, it needed to be natural.
It took a couple days, but I figured out both the girl and the plan.
The girl was Anna. The redhead with the big, dirty mouth seemed slightly easier to tame, so I figured it would be easier to leave the 'alpha dog' of the pack until last.
Anna and Amanda had been best friends in high school, and while they hadn't lived in the same place since, they still spoke regularly and saw each other a couple times a year.
After the complication with Bonnie passing out on our bed, plus my reservations about Anna's response to my 'suggestion', I decided to make the next weekend an away game, so we booked a hotel room at a tourist town nearby.
Amanda wasn't confident she could control a phone call with Anna, so I decided presenting our proposition in person was preferable. I am sure Anna was surprised when Amanda called and invited her for a 'girls weekend', but it obviously didn't raise any questions that Amanda couldn't dodge.
On Friday Amanda picked me up from work and we drove out to the hotel. It was about an hour away from our house. It was the offseason, so the hotel was neither expensive nor crowded. Amanda checked in while I waited in the car in case Anna beat us there. Controlling the initial conversation with her was paramount.
After checking in without incident, Amanda came back to the car and announced that Anna had texted her an ETA of 45 minutes. That left time for me to move my things into the hotel room.
After that was completed, we moved to the hotel's indoor bar where Amanda took up residence at the bar while I found a quiet, dark table in the back where I could see my wife and the entrance without being in Anna's direct sight line when she came in.
Anna's ETA turned out to be overly optimistic, and so we waited. Amanda's status as a lone female at the bar meant she was drawing some male attention. She had already accepted one free drink from a male suitor. Either her wedding ring was doing nothing to discourage pickup attempts, or my wife was not trying very hard.
Amanda was just accepting a second drink when Anna entered. I saw her first since my attention was not held by a possible suitor. Anna went to school for business and held some position in a corporation in a nearby city. I wasn't exactly sure of her position, but she dressed the part of a businesswoman in a smart skirt-suit that showed off her legs to perfection and contrasted nicely with her pale skin and copper locks.
Amanda was probably a little tipsy and focused on the guy in front of her so she didn't see Anna until the redhead was only a couple steps away. She shrieked a welcome, which surprised the guy she was chatting with.
He was even more surprised when Anna stepped between the two of them and planted a long, sensual kiss on Amanda. When the kiss finally broke, Anna turned back to him and said something short. It was to the effect of "Sorry, bud. She's taken" I'm sure. Who Anna thought she was taken by was up for debate.
Amanda's suitor slinked away and Anna ordered herself a drink. Anna's back was to me, which was how I had set up so I was pretty sure I would not be discovered until I wanted to be.
I had coached Amanda on what to do and I hoped that coaching would hold up to the alcohol coursing through her body. Either it did or Anna realized it would be a short night without feeding my wife, because after ten minutes they moved to the hotel's restaurant. I watched them go as did most other male eyes in the area, I was sure. I waited another ten minutes before following.
The restaurant was nearly empty and the girls were seated in a booth away from the other patrons, just as I wanted. The only hiccup was that Anna was facing me this time, which meant she saw me before I got to the booth.
Her voice was icy as she greeted me:
"Charlie, I didn't realize you would be joining us." Her eyes moved to Amanda, who chose to stay engrossed in the menu.
"Well Anna, I am afraid you were lured here under false pretenses."
Anna put down her menu now, the 'professional' in her focusing on me alone.
"I know what has been going on behind my back, specifically at the Bachelorette party."
Anna laughed and picked up the menu dismissively.
"Amanda and I have talked about it at length. How... close... you two have been since high school."
Anna gave a 'hmph', clearly trying not to engage me.
"She and I have also agreed that she was wrong to deceive me."
I saw the waiter approaching now, so I stopped my semi-rehearsed speech.
We all ordered without incident, but as the waiter departed Anna and I both jumped to gain the upper hand in the discussion.
As she blurted out: "So what", I calmly continued.
"Amanda and I also feel that all of you are to blame as well, since you goaded her and encouraged her behavior well after it should have stopped."
Anna sat back now, arms crossed. Her face was in a great grimace, her 'bitch shields' going up. I had seen her cut down people before with this well-rehearsed scheme, so I was prepared.
"I can see by your expression you do not agree. That is too bad, since one of the other girls has already admitted her fault. She and I also came to an...arrangement that wiped the slate clean between us."
I could see Anna's wheels starting turning, so I moved the discussion so she wouldn't focus on who and what.
"I don't want to drag anyone else into this, but as the wronged person in this, I would like you to show some remorse."
Anna gave another 'hmph' and went to pick her menu back up.
"Well then, if you don't mind, perhaps you wouldn't mind if I shared some of these photos."
I took Amanda's phone out of my pocket, cued up a photo, and handed it to Anna.
At first, she didn't break eye contact with me, but once she looked, she quickly flicked through the entire album. I saw her visage change from 'pissed' to 'nervous' as she did. I had created an album from a subset of the pictures that started the whole thing, an album which only contained incriminating shots of Anna. I had even cropped a couple photos to remove the other girls.
"Where did you get these?" Anna asked, clearly surprised.
"Jane supplied them." Not a lie.
"It doesn't matter, its not like you can fucking post these on Facebook. It wouldn't be the first time someone took a nudie of me."
Anna loved to brag about her experience.
"Facebook? Oh, I am sure that while my friends would enjoy a couple shots of freckly tits and a firebox, that wasn't my target audience."
"Oh, some sick website. Again, not the first time."
I laughed now. "C'mon Anna, what would that gain me? This is about leverage, not spreading your... nudies."
Now I knew Anna took extreme care to keep her life as a buttoned-down workaholic separate from her personal proclivities, which was probably a good move since her professional reputation would be ruined if the two met.
