This is my first story. I hope you like it the way I liked it while I was thinking about each chapter. My language is not English so surely I have errors, if you tell me I will correct them and any advice and criticism you can write or comment
Cap 1
Amanda grew up in a wealthy family, but that did not make her conform, since she was a child her father encouraged her to strive to be the best. That marked her life, she never let anyone surpass her. She got up earlier than anyone else to go jogging, after school she had academic activities and went to private tutors to reinforce what she learned in high school, finally she went to bed reading advanced books to be ahead of her class.
All this led her to graduate from one of the best universities and then she joined her father's company.
Although her professional life was unstoppable, her personal life was less impressive. Her circle of friends was limited as she considered most people useless for not reaching the standards she imposed, that also influenced her partners, which lasted a breath, as they would move away from her when they did not see each other, since she always had work to do and they would never be in her priorities, also when she saw them she would criticize them, for whatever reason she saw them as imperfect. They were just a token of her status if they were not perfect they were not worth her time.
One day, months after her father died and she inherited the telecommunications company, her mother told her that she was adopted and her father had never dared to tell her for fear that she would be rejected by her biological family. She didn't believe it and sent one of the company's detectives to investigate.
A month later she received news of who her real mother was, what it said in the report left her in shock. Her biological mother was a prostitute and junkie who gave her to her adoptive parents to pay her debts, who had lived in the city until two years ago, when she was run over when she got into the road drunk, she also discovered that she had a twin sister, who was not sold and was raised by her biological mother.
After that shocking news, she instructs the investigator to follow her and find out everything about her sister.
A month later when Amanda arrives at his office, she meets the investigator, who tells her all about her sister as she reads the report and looks at the photos he took.
Her sister's name was Sara Miller, she worked as a stripper at a local club, where she called herself Sadie "the princess", she also found out that sometimes to earn extra money to pay the rent of her apartment she slept with some clients, it was what she had learned from her mother, who took her out of high school at 16 to help her earn money, at the club. Also after observing her and talking to people in the neighborhood he found out that she had a boyfriend who spent his and her paycheck on gambling and alcohol.
After the investigator left, Amanda stared at the pictures, Sara looked exactly like her from what she could see, it looked like she was the one wearing those tight miniskirts that showed the bottom of her buttocks as she walked while showing every inch of her ass to the point that Amanda herself was embarrassed to see it, most of them were wearing a top or bikini top that seemed to squeeze her breasts giving them the appearance of being a few sizes bigger than her, had she had a boob job? she wondered.
For some reason that idea warmed her, as it had not warmed her for years, the idea of seeing herself dressed like a pornographic trash awakened hidden feelings, similar to when she was little and her father talked to her about how essential it was to get honors to not end up pregnant and drugged in the streets, she at that time constantly thought of being like the bad girls of her high school but never dared instead she focused more on her studies to be up to her parents and those around her. Now she had that feeling again, just as she did in the past, she hardened her heart and kept them in a drawer so as not to see them and went to the bathroom to wash her face to get rid of that feeling and get back to work.
For the next few days she kept thinking about the photos, her sister and the life she had had. What would have become of her if the one who sold her mother was not Amanda but Sara, would she be the one in those pictures then? "NO" she shouted to herself nervously, she had worked hard and had worked hard to get to where she was, she repeated to herself every time those thoughts flooded her mind, she used to be a cold and calm person but these thoughts unsettled her.
But the weeks kept passing and those thoughts kept coming more and more into her head. Every time she gave an order to her secretary, put on a fancy dress for a business dinner, or even just arrive at her mansion, had she really earned all that or was it just luck, she wondered.
One night after a business dinner while she was walking through the city streets back to her car she couldn't find it. Angry, she decided to call a cab and when she found out that everyone was busy, she started shouting.
Amanda: Do you know who I am? I am Amanda Lewis, I demand that you send a cab quickly or I will tell my editors to investigate you and write about all your dirty laundry until you are ruined* she says shouting in the street, she was cold and angry at the thought that her car had been stolen. Now she was taking it out on the telemarketer* I don't care if they are full, if I don't have one here in 5 minutes, you and all your colleagues will know how cold I'm feeling in the street* she hangs up angrily*.
After a few minutes in the street alone, where no one and nothing could be heard, suddenly she starts to hear some footsteps, when she turns around she sees several men approaching her with bad looks that seemed to be from some gang, she thinks, so she moves away nervously and they start to follow her, so she runs out scared to death and those men start to run after her, she runs with all her strength terrified. Finally as she turns the corner of an alley to lose sight of them her dress catches and as she tries to unhook it her heels break and she falls on garbage bags.
In pain she tries to get up as she feels the stench coming from the bags, as she does so she digs her nails into one of them and a sticky, foul-smelling liquid comes out. Squirming in disgust almost vomiting she listens to the men "this way came the slut, she looks like a rich whore, when we get her I want that ass all to myself I've been wanting it since I saw it" said one and Amanda was terrified they were going to rob her and rape her. Desperate she looked around but there was no one there, no hiding place, without thinking about it she hid in the garbage bags while she felt how she was getting wet with that sticky liquid.
After 15 minutes by the time Amanda could no longer feel them, she came out totally distressed, it had been the worst experience of her life. By the time she came out her makeup had smeared and her dress had ripped when it got caught in the corner of an alley, it now looked like a rag she had pulled out of a dumpster. She looks at the dress, it was a mess, plus it was now shorter until it covered a little less than her private parts, while showing off her defined thighs from her daily exercises. When she goes to pick up her cell phone to call she sees that her purse was missing, the handle had broken and with her nerves, she didn't notice, now she had nothing (wallet, cell phone, ID card...), anguished she thinks "what should I do".
After a while she leaves the alley, she did not recognize this place, that makes her nervous because she did not know if the men from before were still hanging around. Then she hears people talking and laughing.
Amanda walks and gets to where there seemed to be a discotheque, she approaches and hears how some guys are looking at her and whistling while calling her a whore or offering her money for sex. She tries to pull down her skirt to cover more of her buttocks but it was impossible, instead as she stretches she hears a crack, it looked like she had broken even more, resigned she breathes in hard to calm herself and goes to the goalie showing her usual confidence as if she didn't care about the looks or what they were saying.
The goalie, he was a tall man with jet skin, wore a short-sleeved shirt exposing his musculature to intimidate those who tried to pass. As Amanda approaches she sees how he looks at her with a serious look and impassive figure.
Amanda: Hello, I've been mugged and my purse broke*, I'd like to come in and call to come and pick me up, I promise to make it up to you*, she says confidently and more cordial than before, she needed it and didn't want to get into more trouble*.
As she looks at the goalie, despite Amanda's confidence it was imposing for her to talk to a 6 foot man who was more than a head taller than her, she was at the height of his pecs, but she had the confidence and the communication skills required for business, she was sure she could handle a simple goalie who she was sure would never finish high school*.
The goalie looks at her in annoyance, like a parent before scolding a child.
Goalie: what are you talking about bitch, you're late, smelling like shit, after some corner job and you make up some bullshit excuse and get your ass in here Sara. If you want to make up for being late when we're done you're going to give me a delicious free blowjob with those lips that only say bullshit or I'll tell the boss. * She slaps Amanda's ass with her strong arms.
She enters dragged in by the goalie and sees a room full of fluorescent lights and a thin layer of smoke covering it.
This was going from bad to worse preventing her from keeping calm and making her very nervous. She notices people trying to get them to help her, then realizes it is a strip club. There were women in varying levels of undress walking around like it was nothing while men looked at them and threw bills.
"the goalie called me Sara this must be the club where my sister works and must have confused me, oh, no!" she thinks starting to get tremendously nervous.
Amanda: no, you are wrong sir, I am not who you think I am, my name is really Amanda! * she screams while her voice is attenuated by the music, she has never been in such a desperate situation*.
Goalie: Sara do you really think I'm such an asshole, get dressed or get out, as much as you have sucked me off in the past, I'm not going to let you behave like a fucking bitch. You know the boss doesn't pass one and he already forgives you too much bitch* he says getting angry*.
Amanda: But it's the truth, I'm Amanda Lewis, you must be confusing me with my twin sister Sara, but I'm another one* she says, before the bouncer grabs her by the wrist and pulls her into the locker room lifting her by the neck*.
Goalie: Are you fucking with me, you fucking whore? You have 5 minutes to get dressed and go on stage and shake that booty, or else* he smiles mischievously as he lifts her higher and Amanda grabs his hand tightly so she can breathe, it was the first time she was treated like this, the first time she was so scared and the first time she felt so helpless, but for some reason, it's the first time she feels such an intense heat between her thighs, a heat similar to when she was thinking about Sara's pictures*.
Amanda: yes yes* she says using the little air she has left, the goalie lets her go and she falls to the floor while he leaves and the girls look at you with a "what a fool you are" face, they had never looked at her like that as if she was an idiot, a trash loser, normally they treated her with admiration and respect, things she didn't have here*.
She catches her breath and the first thing she thinks is to run away but immediately she gives up if that man caught her, it would be the end of her, so she goes to the closet and looks for some clothes. It was horrible all together it wasn't worth the dress she had just torn, she looks for a few minutes looking for something decent but everything made her look like white trash, but she was running out of time, so she grabs one of the outfits and goes on stage.
Voice: now for our next show, the hottest executive, she could be your boss, but no she is our unmistakable Sadie, show them beautiful how much you want to please your employees* says the voice hearing a laugh*.
Amanda looks out into the audience, she was wearing something similar to a business suit, although much shorter, revealing and tight fitting of poor quality. With every step towards the bar she feels how the skirt goes up and exposes her ass, she grabs the bar and starts to move, from side to side without grace or charm, some men start to boo her and others put away the bills they had in their hands. When she sees this, she starts to feel anguish, she felt she needed that money she wanted it, she had to get it, her hips start to wiggle against the bar hitting again and again her ass against it, to end up spanking herself hard, the customers take the money out again and some bills fall at her feet, from Amanda's face comes a huge smile, as if it was her salvation, shaking her hips and contorting her chest she walks down the dance floor. She begins to hear some customers calling her "whore" "slut" or asking her for something else on the way out.
A feeling of ecstasy runs through her body as her pussy started to get soaked to the point where she felt it dripping down her thighs. To them, she wasn't Amanda the millionaire businesswoman, she was Sara the stripper and she loved it, just being a stripper without everyone expecting her to do everything right.
Amanda rips off her skirt, which had a Velcro strip to attach it, she felt liberated. She wiggles her body non-stop and takes off her jacket leaving her only in her underwear, she rips off her Victoria's Secret bra and throws it to the audience, while wiggling her perky B-cup breasts that she had always tried to hide to give a professional look, but now it didn't matter. She kneels on the runway wiggling her huge tight booty, as customers threw $1 bills at her, between all of them there was less than she would make in a minute at her job.
She lifts her head and looks at the audience and then a tingle goes up her spine as she sees that they are all employees of her company, who begin to taunt her. One shows her a $1 and puts it in her crotch.
She tries to resist, she couldn't give up her control and lower herself before those who every day she gave them orders, but it was impossible, she couldn't contain herself and throws herself to take it with her mouth, she wanted it, she wanted every $, she wanted to be humiliated by them as she had humiliated them. She pulls her head out, with the $ still in her mouth and sees a woman in the background, it was her. No, it was Sara, standing there in her dress, the one she was in at the restaurant, she approaches as Amanda's heart races.
Sara: wow I see you enjoy my life, hehehe, maybe that whore was wrong which bitch should sell that rich couple, you know I think this place is ideal for you, anyway you are just a duck that thought you were a swan, enjoy YOUR life* she turns around as she leaves and everything goes dark, while Amanda cums, like she had never done before?
Amanda: ahhhh* moans and opens her eyes, she was in her bed as usual* was it a dream? But how* she breathes arrhythmically* I was at Sara's place and... No! that didn't happen, I left the lunch with the manager of one of the company's subsidiaries and before finishing I called the driver to pick me up, he was on the way out when I left and I came home to sleep* she keeps thinking about everything remembering the dream, while she felt a wet heat between her thighs, she knew she had had an orgasm, while dreaming*.
Amanda: but what's wrong with me, I have to end this now, I can't let this continue to affect me* she says with fierce motivation in her eyes*.
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