I to the trash you to the wealth (role exchange, dg)

[lttlcat]

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*.

Continue…

[Correct change]

Very promising start. I look forward to more.

[jsmt]

I am liking your story so far. I like that you are setting her possible motivations to do something crazy in the near future. A compulsive personality, her attraction to the “forbidden” created by her father’s over discipline ironically motivated by the fear that she ended up like her biological mother; her motivation to prove that her success and wealth was the result of her own merit and not the result of mere lucky by being chosen randomly over her sister. She could also be motivated by the opportunity to enact some obscure fantasy without staining her reputation because it wouldn’t be she the one doing the devious acts but “her sister”.

The fact that she is successful but lonely makes her more vulnerable to addictions and compulsions because she doesn’t have a safety net of friends or family to stop her fall at the first signs that something is wrong, not to mention that she had more time for her mind to wander towards her dark fantasies.

I loved that the quick fall by a mistaken identity episode was just a dream to anticipate what is coming. I'll love to see the rest of the story. Keep the good work.

[lttlcat]

Thank you so much. That is the idea in principle, I hope you continue to like what is coming.
I want to try to make it look like his head denies this new desire but his heart makes it sink more, especially after meeting his sister.
I hope to upload chapter 2 in a couple of days when I finish passing it from Spanish to English, let's see what you think, I hope to meet the expectations.

[GraceFairway6]

This is a really intriguing start, and I'm looking forward to seeing where it goes next - good work lttlcat!

[lttlcat]

here I leave the second chapter, I hope you like it. I will try to upload the 3 soon as soon as I pass it to English and check errors.

Cap 2.

After that disturbing dream, Amanda spent the next few days searching among her contacts for a good psychologist, one she could trust to make sure that nothing she said would come out.

Once she found one, Amanda began a relentless pursuit to get an appointment, the psychologist already had a full schedule and promised to give her an appointment when one of his patients left him. But that was not enough for Amanda, she wanted the appointment now, she was used to controlling everything and people obeyed her, this time it was not going to be different. This got to the point of looking for dirty laundry and threatening the doctor's clients to get a session with him. Finally Jerry McGregor the psychologist got a slot for her, in exchange for her to stop harassing his patients. They would meet after all the sessions were over and she would have to pay him to double his fee because it was outside his normal schedule. Amanda happily accepts, money had never been a problem and even less so if he managed to take away those dreams that were becoming more and more common, in the last three weeks it was five times.

"Tomorrow she would finally have her first session" she thought after repeating the nightmare again.

Amanda wakes up the next morning with a smile on her face and touches her crotch, changing her face to a sulky one, she had cum again, during that dream.

She's not like that, she kept repeating in her head. It is not that she disliked sex, she had had several boyfriends but she had always been the dominant party, she decided what to do and what not to do and if they were not satisfied she broke up without hesitation, she considered herself a strong and empowered woman in all areas of her life. Today she would start her sessions and everything would return to normal without nightmares or inappropriate desires.

The doctor had an impeccable reputation being able to correct disorders that many thought impossible to solve, he was her hope since those dreams and thoughts had begun to distract her in her work, she was making silly mistakes that she would never make and the worst thing had cost her to impose her discipline in the company forgiving mistakes for which the normal Amanda would have fired them instead of just yelling at them and throwing the papers in their faces.

That day was normal, she got dressed wearing one of her conservative business suits, she arrived at the office, where she spent the day reviewing reports and giving orders to her employees, from time to time she looked at the drawer where she kept the report of her biological family, it had been there since the day the investigator gave it to her without looking at it and for the moment it would remain there since she felt she would get lost in those dreams more if she looked at it.

When she left work she felt tired after a long day in her office, but she could not stop now, she left the building and got into her car that was waiting for her at the door driven by her driver. Half an hour later she arrives at the doctor's office.

It was a tasteful place, clean, well decorated, with the latest magazines, some of which were from his company, which pleases him. The waiting room was empty except for the doctor's receptionist. He had already told her that for privacy reasons there were two separate doors, one for entering and one for leaving and that there was a half-hour between patients so that they did not overlap.

Amanda approaches the receptionist, who was looking at her.

Amanda: good, I'm here to see the doctor* she says indifferently, analyzing the receptionist with a critical look as she saw how a tattoo was coming out of his sleeve*.

Receptionist: well, you can come in, the doctor has already finished his last session* she says as Amanda enters, after which he prepares to go home* Amanda enters the doctor's office.

Amanda enters the doctor's office. It was a large but quite normal office, nothing special from how she imagined it. It had an oak desk with several diplomas behind it, some plants to give a cozy feeling, a bookcase on one of the walls with large psychology titles, and a couch with a chair next to it on a nice carpet.

The doctor looks at her and smiles.

Doctor: good, you can be happy now, I think you got what you wanted* he says with an obviously fake smile* come and sit down, to tell me what is it that worries you so much* he says with a hand gesture as he stands up and goes to a cupboard where he has a pot of tea* tea?

Amanda: Yes, thank you, I could use it to relax* she says sitting down* I'm sorry I insisted so much but I needed to talk to you and it was recommended to me, I have a problem.

The doctor looks at her, while he thinks "so do my other patients and he has harassed them, some of them even gave them anxiety attacks and aggravated their problems".

Doctor: you are here, tell me what your problem is* he says while he pours her a cup of tea*.

Amanda: well I.* she says with an embarrassed voice, while thinking about telling a stranger* I, I recently found out that I have been adopted and it has destabilized my life, I want you to help me to forget it or at least to go back to the way I was before, it disturbs me and distracts me from my work and life* she says seriously*.

Doctor: umm I understand. Tell me, why do you think it destabilizes you, do you feel that your life has been a lie? From what I see you are doing well, tell me about your biological family.

Amanda: no, it's not that I think it's been a lie, I just...*she thinks for a few seconds*it's just that I hate to think that the people who raised me weren't my parents. And what kind of life would I have had if I had stayed with my birth mother as her other daughter.

Doctor: interesting*he nods*. You wonder if you deserve this life, the accomplishments, everything in short. Am I wrong?

Then Amanda feels her heart skip a beat and a shiver runs down her spine.

Amanda: No, you're wrong, everything I have achieved I earned it, I spent my youth studying day and night, I strived to be excellent in all aspects, not for my parents but for me, not those bitches. If they had wanted to, they could have made an effort to get out of there.

Doctor: Calm down Amanda. * He says as he takes a sip of his tea and tells Amanda to drink and relax. I've been doing this for many years and I know when someone is in denial. So tell me about your birth family and stop avoiding the subject. If you don't open up I'll have a hard time helping you.

Amanda nods

Amanda: Okay. I sent one of my company's detectives to look into it and what he told me was...*breathes* I had a mother, she, as far as I know, was a prostitute hooked on drugs, who gave me up for adoption in exchange for money for her debts and drugs.*breathes and watches as the doctor writes down*.

Doctor: go on, say everything you don't say, I won't judge you I am here to help.

Amanda: I also found out that I have a twin sister, she is identical to me.

Doctor: how does it make you feel that she looks just like you, what is so bad that makes you want to come here so much?

Amanda looks at the clock to see if the time was up, to escape, she didn't feel comfortable with that question.

Doctor: avoiding it won't make it go away. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come, so stop avoiding it and say it* he raises his voice to push her to say what she didn't dare*.

Amanda: I'm not avoiding it it's just, I've never felt this. Because I, because I feel this, I keep thinking about Sara. We are the same, and while she was becoming trash, I was pursuing excellence. I would be like that...if I had been raised like her. I keep having recurring dreams where I am here and for some reason, I don't dislike her.

Doctor: very good, impressive for a first session. I see what's wrong with you. You suffer from a variant of survivor syndrome, in your case you feel guilty for having been the lucky one, it is normal, but it is treatable and it can go down as you become aware that you are not the guilty one, but if you want it to go away, well, I recommend that you go to the source.

Amanda: what do you mean, I want to get over it and move on and get back to my normal life.

Doctor: Well. Have you thought about meeting her, talking to her, learning about her life, instead of avoiding her? If you knew her, maybe it would mitigate or even disappear that guilt. It's not your fault, you didn't know anything, but what you do from now on is your business.

Amanda nods and remains silent thinking for a few seconds when a clock rings.

Doctor: time's up. I think your matter is on track, so come next Tuesday at the same time. Think about what you will do, if you decide to meet her you can give me your information and arrange a meeting here between the two of us, think about it and tell me the next day.

Amanda leaves thoughtfully. During that night she lay in bed thinking about what she should do, the idea of meeting her sister kept going round and round in her head.

Over the next few days, the idea of meeting her grew stronger. So on Thursday after leaving her office after staying up late looking at reports, she tells her driver to drop her off a few blocks away from the club where she knew Sara worked.

The neighborhood where he drops her off looks run down, many of the houses had been neglected for years, the sidewalk was full of cracks and there was garbage on every corner, it seemed that the whole city had forgotten about this place.

She walks towards the club and just before entering she puts on a pair of sunglasses, when she arrives she stops and looks at the goalie, it was all different from her dream, but not for the better, the club had a neon sign at the entrance with several lights missing, the walls were as if nobody had taken care of them in the last decade.

She approaches the door looking at the goalie who looks her up and down, just as she looks at him. She was shocked, she had never seen in person someone with so many tattoos besides piercing on his face. His arms were full with a lion and a bulldog on each fist, and his back seemed to have scales that covered his shaved head.

She enters without the goalie saying anything. Once inside he felt dizzy due to the thick cloud of smoke, she hated smoking and on top of that those who smoked in enclosed spaces. She walks looking at her surroundings, trying to breathe as little as possible, "when I get home I'll throw these clothes away" she thinks approaching the bar.

Once there she sits on a stool while looking around the club and orders herself a tonic to go unnoticed. She feels uncomfortable seeing women walking around in different states of undress, she tries to look for one similar to her there were many and very varied but she doesn't find Sara but on the way, her eyes cross those of several girls who seemed annoyed that she was staring at them while they were dancing on some customers or rubbing themselves on the more generous ones.

In the time she is, there are a few men staring at her but they all quickly avert their eyes from her as she didn't fit the type of girl there, many thought she was some kind of rich, voyeur girl who liked to watch girls undress.

After a while, she starts to get uncomfortable because of the looks of the girls, some even approach her in case she wanted to take her to a private room and dance for her, but Amanda gave her $100, to go away. She only looks for Sara and while she was looking for her she couldn't help feeling a sensation between stress and excitement, she couldn't help imagining herself like in her dreams, dancing in front of all these men, every time she looked at the dance floor when a new girl came out.

As these thoughts occur, her body heats up, she takes a sip of her tonic to refresh herself and clear her mind by thinking about something else, remember the ratings of last week's newscast, and starts thinking of ideas to attract more advertisers to the magazine, as she relaxes, she takes a quiet breath of air and starts coughing as she absorbs the tobacco of a man next to her.

After putting out the fire going on in her heart, Amanda decides to get up and leave, "this was a mistake" she thinks, but just gets off the stool.

Voice: Gentlemen, the next performance is by our little girl, the princess of the "Cat Tongue" Sadie!

It was her, her sister! She was perplexed taking off her sunglasses, they were so similar, although Amanda notices clear differences as she looks at her.

Sara was walking on the stage wearing a costume as if she was a princess of the thousand and one nights, on top she had a purple bra with obviously fake rhinestones that didn't cover much more than her nipples while she was shaking them making the crystals shake, underneath she was wearing a wide transparent pant that let her thong that looked like two strings badly put on be perfectly visible. When she saw it Amanda wanted to die all the men seemed to be staring at her while they shouted obscene proposals and Sara smiled at them and started dancing, her body contorted around the stage and she grabbed the poster making it spin around while she smiled and curled up licking it when less than 5 minutes ago another stripper had been rubbing her ass in that same place.

Amanda can't help but look at her face, thinking that if it wasn't for the thick layer of cheap makeup it would be the same, her heart was racing giving her tachycardia on one hand she felt humiliated to see how so many men treated someone who could be her like a piece of meat, but on the other hand, it was so exciting so far away from everything she had experienced. She looks at Sara and watches as she turns her back to the audience and starts twerking, wiggling her huge bubbly ass with glee, the one she had always hidden and felt ashamed of since she grew up 12 years old when a girl in her class called her a ghetto ass. As she thinks the bottom falls down, ending in the skimpy string thong that covered nothing and a latex bra, which she tosses into the ring.

As Amanda watches all that, the fire she had just put out flares up again, remembering the words of the Sara of her dreams, imagining herself dancing like that, just like she did.

She stands there watching Sara dance around collecting money and letting them shove it down her thong until she sees him make eye contact with her, as if she is doing something wrong, she turns around and runs out calling the driver to pick her up.

When she gets home she throws away her clothes which smelled like smoke and later that night she dreamed of the club again, it was more vivid, more intense for seconds she thought she was really a stripper before waking up wet.

During the following days she repeats the play, she goes to work, and on the way out, she goes to the club and watches Sara dancing and being with clients. Until Sara notices her and she runs away again, so until Sunday it seemed that Sara was already looking for her while she was dancing, several times during her show they made eye contact and when she finished she went to look for Amanda, who when she noticed her left, taking advantage of a client catching Sara. This fact led Amanda not to go on Monday. She had to face it but when she was there she felt that she was being devoured by an abyss, that if she talked to her whole life would change and she didn't know if she was ready for that.

On Tuesday she went to see Dr. McGregor, they talk about their progress and what they talked about, with a negative response from Amanda. In this case, he tries to analyze her fear of talking to Sara, but she stops him and he hinders her by encouraging her and urging her with phrases like "I thought that an executive who claims to have made it with her effort would not cost her", appealing that they are sisters and that she should go with the truth.

That Thursday she goes again, she had dressed up as if she was going to a business meeting, that was her territory when she was there she felt she could take on everyone and was in control, she had her war attire and winning mentality, she was just a stripper I didn't finish high school she wasn't going to lose.

She walks in, the goalie ignores her, she recognized her from previous days as she always came in those out-of-place clothes, which must have been worth more than her month's salary. She sits down and orders a tonic as she used to do and watches the show. When he finishes she gets up to talk to her, but when he thinks about what to say to her he is shocked and turns around before Sara sees her, but it's too late, Sara had found her and grabbed her wrist.

Sara: who the hell are you and why have you been looking at me all these days? And why do you look like me, are you a stupid bitch that likes to see her double, if that's the case you'd better pay or go fuck in another slum* she screams furious*.


Continue…

[Chupipupi10]

Amazing as always, i cant wait to read part 3

[lttlcat]

Thanks to everyone who reads this story and likes it

Cap 3

Amanda looks perplexed at her half-naked copy, she was only wearing a rhinestone belly dance bra that exposed almost all of her breasts, showing part of the aureole of her nipples, as well as a PVC string thong. Seeing her so close to him made her heart race, feeling that it would burst at any moment.

Amanda: it's not what you think *breathes and tries to keep calm imagining she was trying to talk to one of her clients* my name is Amanda and I've heard about you and that you looked like me *forces a smile to give confidence and extends her hand, she didn't want to tell him she was her sister since Amanda was sure he wouldn't believe her, so she decides to talk a little more to know about her life and if he knew about her*.

Sara: and that you came to see how your copy the stripper lives? Hey tell me * she says angrily, slapping Amanda's hand. From her point of view, this woman who looked strangely like her had been watching her for several days acting suspiciously and the girls at the club had been laughing at her resemblance and telling her crazy stories of what she might want*.
Amanda: no, it's not that, I... *she thinks looking doubtful before speaking again* I just came the first day out of curiosity and I liked watching you dance.

Sara: hahaha seriously you're such a geek, you like watching a girl that looks like you dance, you're a crazy bitch* her mood changes leaving the anger and starting to laugh* If you like watching me dance so much pay me, do it and I'll shake my jugs tonight as much as you want, just for you* she says grabbing her tits pulling down her bra giving it a quick look before putting it back in place, later she extends her hand while smiling as if she wants to extort her*.

Amanda nods, while looking carefully as she wiggled her body sensually, she listened to her way of talking, beyond their looks they were nothing alike. Where Amanda used to wear little makeup, just a bit of dark eye shadow, some powder to enhance, and a bit of lipstick similar to her lip color to give it a bit of shine. Sara, used much more eye-catching makeup to get noticed, she used a lot of dark turquoise eye shadow, also passion red lipstick to make her lips look juicier plus she added blusher and a heavy base with glitter. Also, Amanda had always hated tattoos, she considered it a silly thing for kids who were bored, but she could see during her shows that Sara had two, both were written in Chinese letters, one on her crotch, which read 情慾 (lust) and one above her butt which read 幸運 (lucky).

Amanda: how much for tonight *she says quickly taking out her wallet, she wanted to know about her and her life, she wanted to know about how her childhood was, she wanted to ask her so many things, although she didn't know how to tell her who she was*.

Sara: this will be enough for today *she grabs four $100 bills taking them directly from her wallet while she smiles and keeps it in her cleavage*

Amanda: it's a little expensive isn't it?

Sara: consider it the special price for perverted stalkers, besides I don't dance for women so if you want me to dance for you you should pay more, if not you can find another one that looks like you.

Amanda: no, it's ok money is not a problem.

Sara smiles and gestures to the waitress asking for two glasses of vodka.

Amanda: sorry I don't drink, it clouds the judgment. I'll have a tonic.

Sara: tonight you don't need that, just have fun, today I'll be your Jiminy Cricket* she pulls Amanda before she says anything and puts her in a booth while she resists a little*.

The light in the booth was dim with garish colors and emanated a strong smell of marijuana someone must have been smoking recently. Amanda sits on one of the couches surrounding a small stage with a pole. She moves around the couch looking for a good spot, as she had touched something sticky on the leather she didn't want to know what it was.

Sara: your name was Amanda right, since you like watching your hot clone dance so much, lay back and enjoy watching your stripper self dance* Sara smiles and sees how Amanda is going to deny*Don't deny bitch, you and I know the truth no one is so fucking curious to come here for two weeks to see a person that looks like you. You like to imagine yourself as me, don't you? You like to imagine yourself being the center of attention while dozens of men watch you being their fantasy, the woman they think about while they do it with their wives* she says forcefully as she moves her hips and waist, caressing her body while sensually running her tongue over her lips, as she stares at her*.

Amanda is shocked blushing when Sara says it so crudely. She tries to deny it, but she feels a bit self-conscious but for some reason she feels warm when she imagines Sara's words "what was wrong with me, I should be the one to eat a simple girl from the street. I who negotiated every day with businessmen, politicians and important people." she thinks while Sara looks at her with inquisitive eyes, like a mother who wants an explanation from her little daughter. when she is about to try to refute her a waitress interrupts bringing the two glasses of vodka, leaving them on a small table.

Sara was very comfortable in this situation, all her life she had been at the bottom fighting for any little achievement, she knew that if she wanted to be heard and dominate she couldn't keep quiet she had to speak louder than the others especially with women like this one, who must think they were superior because of their money and expensive clothes but for her they were just another pervert like those she danced for every night. "If she played her cards right and didn't get nervous she could get a lot of money out of this stupid rich girl", she thought while trying to keep control, the club was her territory.

Sara: well since you don't answer I'll consider it a yes* she picks up one of the glasses and drinks* tonight you can watch me all you want to dance just for you, so imagine what you want, if it makes you horny, that's fine for me* she says loud and dominant voice while she puts on a big smile seeing Amanda so quiet, passive and nervous* as with men, you can't touch me but I can touch you, ok.

Amanda nods and Sara starts to move slowly walking around the pole. The movements were slow and sensual, she contorted her hips to the rhythm of the music, the atmosphere warms up as the song goes on and Amanda looks at her analyzing her body, it was the same one she saw every day when she got out of the shower, it was the first time she saw Sara so close, "she would look like that if she was there". She tries to push those thoughts away and tries to talk to her to know more about her life, as she doubted he would believe her if she told him she was her long-lost sister.

Amanda: I would like to know more about you, how did you start this?

Sara: seriously you want to talk while I dance pervert, you don't want to steal my identity, do you? *she laughs while she dances passing the pole between her breasts and licks it caressing it while she goes down to squat before going up again, as she was used to with the guys* just kidding, nobody wants to steal a shitty life like this.

Amanda blushes as she remembers all the times she had dreamed this week of being there in Sara's place.

Amanda: I'm just curious, there are so many jobs, you could be anything else.

Sara: of course I was between NASA engineer or stripper and in the end I chose this* she laughs sarcastically* what bullshit you are talking about, there aren't many things when you don't have a dollar for a fucking meal and your mother spends what she earns on drugs. Plus she took me out of school young to work at the club so she could have more money for her vices and pay off her debts. I've been here since I was 16 or so, the girls raised me and taught me how to be a woman, not that trash who beat you to see if I had money to get a gram of coke *she says while dancing and starts to undress with a smile*.

When she imagines that this could have been her life Amanda is horrified, even more when she notices how something inside her gets hotter when she thinks about that life, it was a drug and she wanted another dose.

Amanda: I'm sorry, it must have been hard but didn't you have a father or something?

Sara: if you are going to continue with the questions I want $100 per question, I don't give free press conferences, do you understand, what do you want this information for?

Amanda thought it was expensive, but she gave it to her without thinking and Sara took it and put it in her thong. Amanda couldn't take her eyes off her and how the two sisters looked so much alike on the outside and so little alike on the inside.

Sara: well, you are good at paying pervert* she laughs* what was your question, I wasn't listening* she says crawling on the stage until both faces are facing each other*.

Amanda: don't you have a father to help you? *she says a little nervous when she feels her so close, she could even smell her disgusting tobacco breath*.

Sara: ahh that* she shrugs her shoulders*. I don't know, my bitch of a mother used to tell me that she didn't know who he was, that when she started working as a whore she didn't even have money for condoms and thought she wouldn't get pregnant for one or two fucks and even less with the mycrodicks that she said fuck, but here I am the lovely daughter of a drug-addicted whore and an unknown whoremonger who hadn't paid more than $5 for that nasty fuck *she laughs* so what do you expect to be born from that garbage but more garbage.

Listening to her Amanda is surprised, that was the reason why the detective didn't find out who her father was, they didn't even know it themselves. Those were her origins, her heart was pounding, the more she heard about her sister's life, the life she could have had. After this a part of her wanted to go away and leave him but another part wanted to know more, for her it was like watching a fire she knew it was dangerous but she couldn't look away. She took out another bill and gave it to him.

Amanda: and don't you have more siblings, I mean if your mother was so careless maybe you have many siblings, how many are you 5, 6?* she asks wanting to know what she knew about her?

Sara: Who knows if that whoremonger will have had more children, but that whore didn't have more besides me, she fucked so much, that a year after I was born she had so many bugs in her pussy that it rotted, I guess it's nature wanting to say stop bringing garbage to this world.

Those last words shocked Amanda, "trash" she who was always first in everything, no one who knew her would describe her as trash.

She stays quiet for a while, thinking, her head was a mess, "today I wanted to tell her who she was but how would she believe her, Sara didn't know anything about her, if she left it would only be an anecdote", but she knew, she knew she was her sister. Besides she had no way to prove it to Sara. Her adoptive parents for fear that public opinion would get involved and find out where she came from, as well as to prevent her real mother from claiming her, pulled strings to falsify her birth certificate and create a new one, even her adoptive mother carried a false belly for months, according to what she told him.

Sara continues to dance and after an hour, she lies down next to Amanda and takes a drink, passing the other one to Amanda.

Sara: fuck I'm exhausted, I feel like I've sucked five cocks* she spits on the floor and takes a drink* You should drink too you haven't touched your drink you should relax* she massages Amanda's shoulders rubbing her naked chest slowly across her back*.

Amanda blushes and tries to pull away but Sara presses closer again.

Amanda: let me, please, I don't like this, we are both women* she had never had that kind of contact even with men, her life was focused on work and the few times she had had sex, all the sex was vanilla, never anything stronger than missionary and always her totally controlling the situation*.

Sara: hahahahaha don't tense up I thought that's what you like pervert, I just want to give your brain a little relax and think a little more with your kitty, meowww* she massages her neck and Amanda feels much more relaxed, the truth Sara knew how to give good massages* very good relax you, I told you that tonight I would guide you. Now take your glass and drink* she orders in her ear seductively*.

Amanda takes her glass and takes a long drink, she had been years without drinking as it numbed her mind, you never know when she will find the opportunity to do business.

Sara continues the massage and whispers in her ear: very good, that's my girl, you like it don't you, it feels good to put something hot down your throat doesn't it, why don't you continue relaxing here and tell me about yourself while I rest and we both have a drink* Sara runs her hands down Amanda's hips to her skirt which shows a certain humidity where Amanda's pussy was, she jumps up and spills part of the glass on her clothes*

Sara wanted to loyalty to this woman who looked like her, didn't seem dangerous and gave her good money for almost no work. So much so that she thought that if she found what she liked she could get a lot more money out of it, it might even afford to get out of this club.

Amanda: No I'm really ok we can talk but I don't need any more of your massages*she says nervously trying to catch her breath and looks underneath, she was soaked, jacket shirt, even the skirt*Ohh god do you have tissues? I need to clean it.

Sara: don't worry take it off and I'll take it to the bar, we have things to remove everything from clothes* she says quickly putting her hands*.

Amanda: no really, it's ok, I don't plan on staying here naked, besides these clothes were old, I was thinking of throwing them away in a couple of days.

Sara: what the fuck is going to be old, if it looks better than all my fucking clothes, don't worry about being naked, we are here alone and if you look like you under those clothes I have also seen everything you have *tries to reason with Amanda and help her but seeing that she doesn't pay attention she starts to get angry since she thought she was looking down on her* what the fuck is wrong with you, you think it's so bad to be naked for 5 minutes, while they clean your clothes if I had something so fucking expensive I would try to save it, but I see that the princess was born in a fucking golden cradle so you'd rather throw away a dress that's worth more than I make in one month, great.

Amanda feels a stab in her stomach, it was true that she didn't mind losing it, it was expensive but she could buy hundreds more like it and it wouldn't hurt her economy, but on the other hand surely for Sara it was expensive and she was angry for not letting her help to save something she saw expensive. She thinks about it for a few seconds while Sara keeps shouting louder and starts to take it off.

Amanda: ok here but don't take too long, please, and don't let anyone come in * she starts to undress and Sara smiles as she sees that Amanda is watching and listens to her*.

Sara lies down and watches as Amanda undresses, while she takes a drink as if she were a client, she laughs and whistles.

Sara: shake that ghetto ass more baby I wanna see those tits bounce then drink* she giggles as she watches Amanda wiggle her ass to get her skirt off* I can't help it watching my rich doppelganger get naked, why don't you do it at the pole pervert? I'm sure you like it, we can imagine you're my stripper.

Amanda blushes and thinks about those words as she undresses, as she spoke to him as if she were a stripper for the first time in the world outside of her dreams. She feels her panties start to get wetter and crosses her legs to avoid being noticed.

Amanda: please stop it* she says throwing the clothes off while blushing* are you a lesbian?

Sara: umm no, but if I get paid enough I might do you a favor, is that what like you kinky? *she lets out a laugh as if Amanda is ridiculous and notices the wet spot on Amanda's crotch, but she doesn't say anything, she just smiles at it denying with disapproval that Amanda notices* well, I'll be right back.

Amanda stays on the couch with her white lace underwear from Victoria's Secret, it was sexy but elegant, covering all her intimacies, even so she tries to cover herself with some cushions, while she thinks about everything today. The truth, it had not been as she expected, she had imagined it like a movie, that after telling him the truth of who she was, Sara would hug her crying and ask him to take her out of this hell and she would be Sara's Richard Gere. But after talking and seeing that she knew nothing about her and had no proof, she would not believe her. Besides the situation had degenerated so much, she felt she was not in control, always in the circles she moved in people were polite and respectful to her family but here she was just a pervert who didn't deserve respect, this thought was sinking in her head and for some reason unknown to her, she felt a huge excitement being here next to her sister, as a customer and stripper.

Amanda stands up and looks into a mirror on a wall. She really looked so much like Sara. She grabs her breasts and shakes them as Sara had done in one of her dances. Amanda feels herself getting wetter as she tries to imitate the movements and crosses her legs, repeating it until suddenly Sara enters with a cigarette in her hand.

Amanda releases her breasts quickly, as if she had been caught watching porn by her mother, something that had never happened to her before, that was a waste of time that people who aspire to the top can't afford, she remembers that idea that her own father told her over and over again since she was a little girl.

Sara: don't stop for me, I'm not shocked by such a little thing* she does the same thing Amanda had been doing, but louder and caressing her naked nipples* you see it's no big deal, I'm not going to judge a woman for caressing her jugs *she lets out a laugh while giving a last shake to her breast*. By the way, your clothes are almost done but I didn't want to leave you alone, but I see you were having fun without me* she winks*, I told a waitress to bring us another two glasses with your clothes* she sticks out her mocking tongue*.

Amanda blushes and ducks her head trying to hide her naked body with her hands, but when she hears the last thing she reacts.

Amanda: Another one? I've had too much to drink

Sara: fuck, come on pervert, one more, besides the last one your clothes drank it* she stands next to Amanda and looks at her in the mirror, where she could see how much the two sisters looked alike* you look sexy like that, nobody would say who is the stripper and who is the rich girl, maybe if I wear your clothes even your friends will confuse us* she says mocking while she sees how the wet spot increases, it seemed that it warmed her up*.

Amanda: don't talk nonsense, we don't look alike at all* she denies desperately raising her voice, she had already lost control of the situation and Sara had taken it*.

Sara: relax it's just a comment Sadie*says calling Amanda by her stripper name while she starts massaging her neck, which was seen to relax Amanda, which she takes the opportunity to put the cigarette in her hand*.

Amanda: no, I'm Amanda *drops the cigar fast to the ground in disgust* I'm not you, I'm not a stripper I'm a self-made entrepreneur sacrificing thousands of hours, studying, playing sports and learning everything it takes to get to the top* she says looking at the reflection as she feels Sara touching her shoulders, she had a gift for massages, which made it hard for her to focus, besides the glass she had drunk she was already going to her head, she didn't use to drink more than tonic and a sip of wine if the situation required it*.

Sara: who says that, I'm Amanda, you're the stripper Sadie. *says with certainty and security imitating Amanda's way of speaking* isn't that what you want to, see you as me, that's why you've been coming here all these days, right now it would be hard to find the 5 difference or you think you're better than me just because you were born with a fucking golden spoon in your mouth, if you were born in a fucked up environment like mine you would be here rolling in shit every day for a few $, so would you be you Sadie* she says unclasping her bra forcefully pulling Amanda to the floor and exposing her breasts, leaving both of them on the same level of nakedness*.

Amanda feels the air brush against her nipples as her body touches that sticky floor and though it's hard to think she pulls away from Sara in fear as her breasts bounce.

Amanda: I'm the boss, the one who pays you so if I tell you to stop you stop* she screams scared trying to regain her position, it was the first time she had ever felt so submissive to someone, on one hand, she felt uncomfortable, she didn't want to lose control, but on the other hand she was excited to feel submissive and without responsibilities*.

Amanda runs to the door of the room where Sara dropped her bra, when she finally arrives a waitress enters, and as soon as she sees Amanda, she gives her the tray with the glasses and the clothes. Amanda almost drops it when she receives it, but she manages to keep it.

Waitress: Watch out Sadie or the boss will deduct it from your salary, here are your client's clothes and when you finish move your ass, some clients have asked for a special* she says without looking at the rest of the room since many clients didn't like to be looked at in the reserved areas, which had led her to confuse them*.

Amanda is paralyzed when she sees how the other one totally confuses her, "without her clothes did they really confuse her so easily?" she thinks, while the waitress leaves, she always considered herself unique.

Sara: very well Sadie I think that when you finish you have more work, why don't you give me my clothes and give me a last dance, isn't that what you like about your job?* she says with an air of superiority mocking Amanda, who was feeling subdued again*.

Amanda: I'm leaving, I'm leaving * she repeats and takes both drinks in one gulp each, she just wanted to erase this sensation that was running through her body, "because she felt so hot for being treated this way" she thought while she started to get dressed, she drops a $100 bill for the drink and leaves the room with her clothes disheveled, without looking at Sara, while she calls her driver *

After arriving home she tries, to get into the shower, but after three glasses of vodka everything was spinning, the alcohol must have been of poor quality, with difficulty she undresses and grabs her pajamas, but her head was too bad for such a simple task as getting into her clothes, soon after she falls into bed unconscious.

The next day she wakes up with an immense headache, as she listens to her alarm clock go off. She felt like it was exploding, she separates her head from the bed and notices it was full of vomit, it must have happened while she was sleeping, she couldn't remember anything after getting into the car.

The whole night was a blur, especially at the end, but she remembered an exciting feeling, as well as seeing Sara and her, the two of them looking at each other in the mirror naked "who was who?" she thinks slightly as warmth rises from her crotch, running through her body that felt like garbage. She runs her hand over her vagina, which felt warm and wet, and caresses it lying on the bed, she was terrible, she couldn't think coherently but her mind kept repeating her sister's final speech "she really only had this because she was the one her mother gave up for adoption, it wasn't because she was spacey", the more she imagined how her sister was the more she got hotter imagining her youth being a little whore nobody expected anything from, going out in the street with friends and smoking experimenting and being with boys, instead of her repressed life.

Her activity did not stop for a long time, she did not remember ever doing it before in her life, but now she did not care, she was excited and her brain was in a coma, she continued until she reached her first orgasm that she supplied to herself, it was magnificent, the pleasure ran through her whole body from the tip of her toes to her cheeks releasing a loud moan, which flooded the room.

When she ends up still lying on the bed panting, she notices that her phone was ringing, she gets up quickly and feels as if a hammer was hitting her head, bending down she grabs her head and picks up her phone.

Amanda: Yes?* she says stunned by her headache*.

Secretary: Hello Mrs. Lewis, we were worried about you. Are you all right? I missed the 10 o'clock meeting, we have been trying to reach you all morning.

Amanda looked at the clock in shock, it was 12 o'clock, she had a meeting at 10 o'clock with new companies that wanted to advertise on their TV stations and magazines.

Amanda: Yes, I am sorry, I have been sick all morning. How was the meeting?

Her secretary is surprised, Amanda has never apologized before.

Secretary: It went well but I'm sorry I don't know the details, Mr. Deputy Director was the one who conducted the meeting, I will have him make a report for you and send it to you.

Amanda: thank you very much, I am better, so I will go in the afternoon, keep my agenda from 4 pm. * She hangs up and moves, still dizzy and nauseous, to the bathroom.

She looks in the mirror, she looked horrible, her makeup had smeared, plus her face, as well as part of her hair and neck, were full of vomit. Not to mention her half-naked state, she had never slept like that, she looked so vulgar.

She looks at herself for a while reflecting, when she feels nauseous and runs to the toilet to vomit one more time, "I feel like shit, I'm shit", "not even in my college years had she been like this”, she was always focused on her studies, for binges and drunkenness, why had she let herself be carried away by Sara? "If my father saw me now he would look down on me and regret having adopted me" all kinds of thoughts run through her head as her body subconsciously heated up, before this unpleasant situation "this must stop now!" she says to herself, she could not allow herself to sink any lower, "Amanda Lewis was a perfect self-made woman, no matter what anyone says" she reflects with her head inside the toilet.

Continue…

[Chupipupi10]

amazing as always, i love the almost clothes swap that happened spontaneously between the girls, amanda humiliated and bringing drinks and her clothes to the new boss sarah. Keep up the amazing work. Cant wait to read part 4!

[Kirk07]

The story is going very well, I loved the plot and as it is leading and the almost spontaneous change of clothes between the girls, it was brilliant.

I hope part 4 doesn't take long