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Dangerous Hobby Part 2
On Saturday Elizabeth woke up tired, and late. She realized that she had fallen asleep wearing the demeaning schoolgirl uniform, and the damn pigtails. She hadn�t even showered before going to bed.
�It is not supposed that raped women get a compulsion to shower? I slept smelling of semen and in those whore clothes, no wonder I slept so bad. I must have been too tired yesterday� She thought bitterly.
She knew why she didn�t showered, and it wasn�t because she was tired when she arrived. Although she tried to deny it even to herself,� it was because she was still very horny; the trip back home had been one of the most humiliating experiences of her life, and oddly one of the most arousing,� so she didn�t want to ruin the mood by returning to her normal clothes and cleanness.
No, the previous night she wanted to keep smelling like a whore, like a slut, or like a sexual slave, because it all added to her arousal. The back of her skirt had been stained by a pool of cum that had dripped out of her panty-less pussy during the travel back home, making her fear that other people identified the smell and knew that she had been just fucked. She didn�t look as if she had made love with a caring boyfriend, no, she looked like if she was just fucked by a customer, and she knew it.
Even then, she was about to take breakfast at 11:30am, and she hadn�t showered or changed yet. She looked at the creased $50 bill over her nightstand and shivered. It somewhat ashamed her even more than the rough sex with Paola�s client.� After all she wasn�t officially a whore until she performed for Paola for just $50. Normally that amount of money didn�t mean anything to her, but now she had sold her dignity for it. Her pussy creamed just remembering it, selling herself so cheaply had added several notches to her arousal, and what ashamed the most was that Paola knew it. That low class girl knew her darkest secret even before herself. Now it still aroused her just to see the bill, but today the arousal came bundled with lots of regrets. As a matter of fact, she would have thrown that bill to the garbage, if she didn�t need it.�
She walked fast to the kitchen, her bare feet slapping against the marble floors. She wasn�t worried she could be seen. The driver was on vacation, and the maid didn�t work on weekends, so with her parents still in Europe, the house was all for herself.�
She poured herself an orange juice, and unfroze some waffles. She turned on the expensive kitchen sound system and set it to her favorite online music station. It didn�t match the sound of the home theater in the living room but it sounded better than what most people could afford.�
She was nibbling at her food, trying to cope with what happened the day before, and its possible consequences, when suddenly it hit her like a train. It was as if she had passed from being drunk to a huge hangover in just a few seconds; Suddenly she felt completely ashamed, and afraid, and without thinking she abandoned her food� and ran upstairs to finally take a shower.
As the water poured over her head, she felt a wave of anguish as she realized that she had taken very stupid decisions the day before. Admittedly, it was hard to think when you are naked and tied in front of a person that because of that has the power to ruin your entire life, and probably your parent�s life too, but now her sharp mind was returning, and she deeply regretted everything about the deal that she made.
She realized that it would had been a lot better to promise Paola the money, and then arrange for time to pay it. She even realized that she could have over used her debit card and then tell her father some excuse; it probably wouldn�t have cost her much more than a harsh reprimand or a few days grounded� and a reduction in her vast allowance. All in all, it would have been much better than the dark option that she took.
The reality was that she didn�t consider those simple options because she had always been pretty afraid of disappointing her parents. Her family was not a functional one; she wasn�t really close to her usually away parents, still they held a somehow symbiotic relationship, they provided her an influential last name, wealth and comfort, and she gave them a poster child that worked fine for their political careers. Her mother had even make it clear to her by saying
�Listen Elizabeth, all the wealth that we enjoy comes from your father political career, but we are all a team, and your job on the team� is to be a responsible child,� success at school, and behave exemplary, not only for your future, but for our present too; nobody wants to elect a man that couldn�t even raise a child�
Her parents weren�t bad people, and they loved her as much as their selfish personalities allowed them; it was just that they weren�t the warm, close, communicative, supporting type of parents. They had become more and more single minded over the years, dedicating all their hearts and souls to her father political career, in order to fulfil the couple power ambitions. In other words, the importance of anything was measured by its impact on their political motivations, which were the source of the social stance and power the couple enjoyed so much.
A chime of her phone took Elizabeth out of her reverie. It was a message from Paola, the fourth one that morning to be precise;� She was asking for the bank statement so she could start expending Elizabeth�s money.� Elizabeth felt immediately uncomfortable; she couldn�t deal with her yet, she needed to think a plan so she simply messaged her back �Later�.
While she dressed she realized that she could still change the arrangement. By the time she was finally dressed she was convinced that she could sell some stuff and then pay the cash to Paola. She would probably even buy her classmate�s phone to guarantee that the evidence of her foolish, shameful night got effectively destroyed once and for all. She had a pleasant daydream of herself smashing Paola�s cell phone with a hammer.
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A few miles from there Paola received the message. She was in her small one floor house in a rundown neighborhood.� The house had a living room, a little kitchen, and a couple of bedrooms.� Its interior paint was almost as deteriorated as the exterior. The furniture was scarce and cheap, the windows were covered with uneven drapes, and some with newspapers, and there was a sense of chaos around, with boxes here and there.
Paola was walking back and forward, the old wooden floor squeaking bellow her feet.� Paola�s house was as deserted as Elizabeth�s; she used to live with her older sister, Monica, but a few weeks ago Monica moved to the house of her current boyfriend, putting even more pressure on Paola�s precarious budget.
She was trying to think what to do. She had also a restless night, but for very different reasons. She was exhilarated at her new found power over Elizabeth; she didn�t know that power could be so exciting, and so arousing. Of course she had dominated men in the past as a part of her escort job, but although she liked to play the dominatrix role much more than play the slave, she had never found it nearly as exciting as the last evening with Elizabeth. She rationalized that it was because with her clients it was a borrowed power, a part of a game, and the men could say no whenever they wanted ; but with Elizabeth it was a real power, a power taken away from Elizabeth instead of given up by her. She understood that what made it really exciting was knowing that Elizabeth had not real choice but obeying;� the fact that she had always envied the rich bitch, just added to the satisfaction of reducing her to the level of a sexual slave, or a whore.
Paola was also� happy because she felt she had regained some freedom, she won�t have to prostitute herself for a month, and that was a huge relief for her. She had started this �job� just a few months ago, induced by the then lover of her sister who convinced her that she could earn big money by playing a few sexual games, and he even contacted her with her first clients, to his merit he never pimped her, or asked her for money.
She fell into that job when she felt she didn�t have any other choice. She already worked 30 hours a week at a fast food restaurant, but that wasn�t enough to keep herself afloat.� She could not afford to get more hours because her grades were already suffering, so the idea of working a couple of hours a week and earn more than a week�s salary of her crappy fast food job was attractive enough to lure her into prostitution.� She kept telling herself that it was just a mean to get her goals of studying college, and get ahead leaving behind her life of poverty,� but it always scared Paola the very real possibility that she could get sucked into that life forever.� It would be a great waste; she was after all a very smart girl, and she had been an outstanding student until junior high when she left her home along with her sister because they couldn�t stand the new dangerous boyfriend of their mother .
At the peak of her excitement she began thinking that she must make the most of this once in a lifetime opportunity. She should somehow use it as a lever, or at least as a starting point to change her state in life; She had imagined herself getting a much better job thanks to the nice clothes that she was going to buy with Elizabeth�s money, or maybe by pressing her to use her father�s contacts to get her a position. She felt excited at the possibility of being relieved from her crappy jobs for good, and not only for a month. With a wicked smile she had also daydreamed that it would be even better to be able to pimp Elizabeth until she graduate college. Of course that thought was mostly a fantasy, a sexual fantasy to be frank.
But after her delight started to wear off, she realized that many things could go wrong right then.� The more she thought about it, the more convinced she was that Elizabeth would back off the deal, and give her money instead, but if she accept the money, she would probably have to service her clients anyway because otherwise she could lose them.� She also knew that she should keep some kind of leverage at the end of the deal, otherwise once Elizabeth had destroyed the blackmail material, she will be the one out in the open, and it wouldn�t be easy to return to turning tricks, at least in the same area, because Elizabeth could get her revenge easily by delating her as a prostitute soliciting. A scandal, and a police record could ruin her narrow chances to do college and get a good job.
Paola shivered at the last thought. There was more at risk than she had thought. For a moment she even regretted the previous evening events. She was even starting to get afraid, the unpredictable actions that Elizabeth could take to lever the field could be very damaging. She could use her powerful friends to ruin Paola even more than she already was. Paola�s respiration was starting to accelerate when she forced herself to calm down.
��I hadn�t survived all this time by being weak. No, I will take this chance and get the most of it; Elizabeth is who must be afraid�
A chime of her phone brought her back to reality. It was a message from Elizabeth it said just one word� �Later�. Paola fumed, she had been waiting for Elizabeth�s answer for an hour right now, and she was delaying it even more. Then she got an epiphany, �She is trying to get the control of the situation; she is planning her back off!�
For a moment she felt a new wave of apprehension, but then she started to cool down, repeating loudly.
�She is the one who must be afraid�
�She is the one who must be afraid�
�She is the one who must be afraid�
�That�s it! yesterday I controlled her, because I got her to be afraid, and ashamed, and horny�
She then messaged Elizabeth.
�Listen princess, there is a sex shop just a couple of blocks from my house, if you don�t send me my buying guide in 5 minutes, I will expend the entire balance of the debit card buying sexual toys, and bondage gear, and have them sent to your home. I bet it will get you a nice conversation with your parents.�
Elizabeth read the message, just� being called princess sent shivers down her spine, and she felt her fragile self confidence crumbling down.� If Paola really did that, her father would probably believe that somebody stole her debit card, or probably not, she couldn�t risk it, she knew she was a terrible lier.
She decided that she needed to gain some time so she quickly photographed her bank statement and send it to Paola, along with a new message, �Come to my house now so we can talk�.
Paola smiled when she received the message, she had won a little victory; she now was convinced that the she needed to keep Elizabeth out of her balance.
She quickly texted back, �As you know I have some shopping to do, if you want to see me you must come to my place at 6:00pm sharp, be punctual, otherwise I will go out with my friends�
Elizabeth nervously texted back, �I�ll be there� but Paola didn�t even read the message.
Paola went to shop at Macy�s and other expensive stores. At first she was outraged with the prices, but then she thought that she deserved to wear those fine clothes just as much as any other customer.
The shopping was a delightful experience per se;� when she arrived to the first store, she was looked with suspicion by the saleswomen, but once she changed into one of her new outfits, it all changed. She had never experienced anything like that before, every saleswoman looked at her with respect, and worked hard to serve her, and recommend her the clothes and accessories� that better suited her in order to gain the sale. She felt her self-esteem sky rocketing.
She had discovered that Elizabeth normally went on shopping sprees of $700 to $1000 USD, then didn�t buy a thing for weeks, except for her frequent restaurant bills, and movie tickets.
Elizabeth on the other side was nervous, she even called her friends to tell them that she would have to go out of her house to do some errands, and she probably won�t be back soon enough to prepare themselves� together for Mark�s party.� They usually got together at Elizabeth�s house before parties to help each other with their grooming and to gossip and have a few laughs. Now it was also very practical for them, as the party was just across the street from Elizabeth�s house. Melisa sounded pretty disappointed on the phone, but Elizabeth had much more important things to worry about right then.
She rang Paola�s house bell at 5:55pm; she had been too afraid to be late, so she had arrived with much time to spare but had waited until then to ring.
After an excruciating wait, Paola opened the door, at exactly 6:00pm. She was wearing the most expensive jeans that she had ever worn in her life, along with an equally nice long sleeve blouse. She looked not so different from Elizabeth�s rich neighbors.
�Come inside princess�
Elizabeth obediently followed her.� She felt very bad to be called princess, because it reminded her of the previous evening and her shameful behavior. She could almost feel the collar around her neck.
They walked to the living room. It had a very ragged carpet that once was probably blue but now it looked mostly gray. The room was scarcely furnished, just a sofa that must be missing a portion of a leg because it was inclined to one side, three wooden chairs ,� and a plastic table for four. Over the table was a computer and it was opened at some porno site.
�What a slut, she knew I was coming� thought Elizabeth, �That wasn�t unexpected from her, after all she is a prostitute, but she should show some pride, and close that thing at least while I am here�
Paola sat in front of the computer, and said, �I am just putting the last touches on this, you may wait over there, or see what I am doing if you want�
Elizabeth was about to go to the sofa when her eye cached something strange in the porno site.
It was her!
There was her shameful video, and also several photos that she didn�t know Paola had taken. One was taken from behind, and showed her red ass while she was talking with her eyes cast at the floor with a man in a cheap suit; the man�s face was blurred. Other photo showed her destroying her own clothes with scissors while being completely naked, her face showing concentration on the task, and her pussy clearly swollen and wet.
�What� what are you doing? We� we had an agreement�� she stammered, her voice faltering her as she was almost hyperventilating.
�Don�t worry, this site is just for my private use. If you fail in our little deal, this site goes up the internet immediately, and l have ready an email stating your identity, the name and position of your father, and a link to this little site. The address list includes all the emails I know from the school, and from the press.
Elizabeth was trembling now. Just one click, and that bitch could ruin her life, and her family�s life too. She tried nonetheless to reassert herself.
�Look Paola, I really� really can�t do this anymore. I know I owe you bigtime, but I can�t� you know � have sex� you know for money� I really can�t, I am not that way� you know� but I�ve been thinking and I can give you money, I can sell some stuff.�
Paola wanted to say no right then, she had already decided that money won�t do her any good, but she didn�t want Elizabeth to think she was being stubborn, and she wanted Elizabeth to feel trapped, so she asked.
�What stuff?�
Elizabeth had come prepared. She opened her handbag, and pulled a couple of collars, a wrist chain, and some earrings, they all looked like gold, and the earrings had also a white pearl. They were practically all the jewels that she possessed, all had been gifts. She never needed more because her mother allowed her to wear anything from her vast selection of fine jewelry, but now with her mother out of town, she couldn�t open the combination vault where they were stored.
Paola looked at them with envy. �Those surely worth some dollars, maybe the $750 that you own me in tricks, maybe even more�
Elizabeth sighed with satisfaction; she was seeing an open door to finally leave this nightmare behind.
�Take them� said Elizabeth, �they are all yours,� almost too anxiously.
�No. I want money, not jewels, who knows what kind of trouble I could get in if I sell them�
Elizabeth looked at her with disbelief, but Paola added.
�You may sell them later and pay me, � Elizabeth felt relieved,� and almost missed when Paola added, �but there is one thing that I don�t like about this arrangement�
�What?� Said Elizabeth barely hiding her apprehension.
�The atonement�
�Atonement?� repeated Elizabeth, she was so close of getting what she wanted, and now this was taking her out of balance again.
�Replacing me was going to serve not only as a money source for me, but as an atonement for you. You will have to walk in my shoes for a while, so you learn not to judge people so lightly, and to stop looking down at me, or anybody else.� Right now you just said you can�t do it because you are not that way, implying that I am. Let me tell you what, I am not that way either; I had to do it, and had the courage to do it, but I don�t enjoy it, at least not as much as you did last night�
Elizabeth blushed bright red at the last phrase, still she remained focused on sparing the �Friday dates�, so she said.
�I can do another thing for atonement, just not the prostitution thing, it is too dangerous�
Paola seemed to be reluctantly thinking about it, but she was indeed excited at the new possibilities so she finally said.
�OK. Let�s compromise a little. I can offer you an alternative, but it won�t be a pleasant one. I plan to take you down a few pegs so you fully understand what you did, and how I felt, in order to guarantee that you never do another thing like that ever again�
Elizabeth nervously nodded.
�Here is the deal. You have to obey me, and serve me for a week, and I mean every single thing I say. I will humiliate you, that�s for sure, but you will accept it as a part of your atonement�
Paola realized that she was probably pushing her luck, but seeing Elizabeth blushing and squirming� with something else besides shame and fear, she knew she had pushed the right buttons, so she added.
�I will make you do embarrassing things, even sexual things that doesn�t involve a client, and I will make you do stupid things, or anything that I consider would make you fell humble, instead of high and mighty�
Elizabeth was anxious to hear the rest, �and��
�but if you pay me my 750 before Friday, you are free, and you won�t have to do any more tricks�
�I agree�, she said almost too fast. She could picture herself obeying that girl for a week and avoiding by that to whore herself again.
�Wait. There is a single condition. If you didn�t pay me 750 before Friday, you will have to comply with the original deal, AND�� she made a dramatic pause, and then continued, �the alternative atonement for the following couple of weeks�
�Elizabeth, hesitated for a moment. She will have to accept being humiliated all week long instead of just a couple of hours on three consecutive Fridays� afternoons. But if she failed to get the cash it would be much worse, she will have to do 3 clients and be constantly humiliated by that girl for three consecutive weeks.
Elizabeth made a quick deliberation in her mind.
�This new option will be more time consuming,� and it would be potentially much worse, but I wanted to avoid selling my body, didn�t I? And if I don�t take this option, Paola will think that I want to whore myself again because I didn�t do enough to avoid it�
�I�ll take the new option. I�ll obey you for a week, then I pay you $750 and I am totally free, you�ll give me back the videos and photos and erase them from your computer and any other backups you may have�
�Deal� said Paola smiling, and both shook hands. Paola felt Elizabeth�s hand weak and sweaty under her own confident squeeze.
Elizabeth had accomplished her goal, well more or less, and she felt uncomfortable facing Paola, so she turned to leave.
�Well�� said Elizabeth, �I need to go now� see you on Monday�
�Where are you going?�
�Home. I got a party tonight ��
�You stay here until I tell you to go�
�Paola, please, can we begin tomorrow? This party is really important;� I need to look my best, and it is getting late already�
�OK, if that is your choice� Said Paola, but she returned to her computer, �here,� have this� and she handed her a piece of paper with something written on it. She looked at Paola puzzled.
�It is your new website you may want to share the address with the people at the party; you�ll be the sensation of the night.�
�NO! Please stop. Why are you doing this? We have an agreement.�
Paola paused and turned to see Elizabeth�s face. �Listen princess, you already broke the agreement, you did promise to obey me no matter what, and you are questioning my very first and simple order�
�Sorry Paola, I didn�t think it was an order�
�Ok. To make it clear for the future, every instruction that I give you is an order, unless I formulate it as a question. I will give you a second chance, but a single disobedience and the whole deal is over, and arguing my orders is as bad as disobeying them. Do you understand?�
�Yes Paola� said Elizabeth trembling a bit realizing that the week could be harder than she thought.
Then she added �I�ll stay until you tell me�
��That�s the spirit� replied Paola closing her laptop, �You won�t want to follow most of the orders I�ll give you. That is normal, after all I will try to use my power to make you feel inferior and humiliated, that is the whole point of the atonement�
�But�� Elizabeth was feeling trapped, �Can I at least beg you when an order is too much for me?�
�mm� I think it is fair that you may beg, but I don�t want to discuss every single order that I give you, so here is the deal, you may beg, but only on your knees, and only once a day�
Elizabeth nodded.
�Now take off your clothes�
Elizabeth wanted to argue, but controlled herself, and took off her shoes, pants, and blouse.
She remained in her underwear, but a stern look of Paola was enough for her to take off the rest.
�Pick up your clothes� Said Paola, then she walked to the front door, and for a minute Elizabeth paled, but she stopped before opening the door, and there just beside the door was a hard suitcase, that Elizabeth hadn�t even n4oticed. Paola opened the big, old suitcase and said to Elizabeth.
�Put your clothes, and your shoes inside this suitcase. Your handbag too�
Elizabeth meekly complied.
Then Paola pulled a combination padlock out of her backpack and locked the trunk closed.
Elizabeth felt a pang in her stomach, and a tingle in her pussy. She was covering her tits with one hand, and her pussy with the other. Once again Paola would control when she could dress again. She felt even more ashamed than the first time, and was afraid that Paola could notice her obvious arousal.
�Listen princess. Every time that you come into my house, you will take off all your clothes as soon as you enter the house, and you will put every single possession that you are carrying, clothes, shoes, watch, backpack, purse, cellphone,� into that trunk and you will close it with the padlock.� I want you to face me completely deprived of any of your fancy possessions that could give you the wrong impression that you may feel superior�
Elizabeth nodded, she didn�t plan to return to that house anyway, but the order was still demeaning and arousing.
�Get a bluetooth handsfree, in case you need to answer the phone while your belongings are locked�
Elizabeth�s lower lip was slightly trembling as she said, �Yes Paola�
Paola twitched her lips, there was something that she didn�t like.
�Princess, from now on, whenever we are alone you must address me as ma�am, or Miss Hernandez. Is that clear?�
�Yes ma�am�� Feeling her last vestiges of power fly away.
�And princess. I like that nick name a lot; it really suits you. You should carry your collar in your backpack or purse, so every time you are in my home you must wear the pink collar�
�Yes ma�am�
�Don�t cover yourself. There is not much to hide up there, and� I already know how horny� you are. I have not forgotten that you are a pervert slut that gets off on this kind of things�
Elizabeth reluctantly put her hands by her side, she didn�t dare to look up, so her eyes were cast down, she spared the mocking smirk that Paola was portraying. She felt ashamed, and completely self-conscious. Her nipples were rock hard, and her pussy was already wet. The more embarrassed she got at her shameful reaction, the harder for her to keep her arousal at bay.
�OK, I need to take a shower and prepare for my night out. I will probably go to Mark�s party, after all I have now a couple of very nice outfits. While I do that, there is a cube, and several rags under the kitchen sink, use one rag to mop the kitchen floor, and another to clean the cabinets. I will check them in half an hour, and they better be clean�
Elizabeth had never done manual work, so she couldn�t avoid to protest, even when she had already followed worse orders without complaining.
�I am not your maid�
�Do you think you are too good to be my maid?�
Elizabeth shivered, she sensed the cold, aggressive tone in Paola�s voice, and it scared her. She was probably just looking for an excuse to send her videos to the internet.
�No ma�am. I am sorry�
�I think so, but just to make you always remember repeat: I am� just a dumb pervert slut, I am too stupid even for a maid job�
Elizabeth blushed she had always considered herself one of the smartest in her class, and certainly not a pervert nor a slut; it angered her to be made to repeat that humiliating phrase, but it also aroused her even more.
�I am just a dumb pervert slut; I am too stupid even for a maid job�
�Ok, repeat that phrase until you finish your job, if I don�t hear you, or if you do a bad job, there will be punishment�
�I am just a dumb pervert slut; I am too stupid even for a maid job,� she repeated almost� in a whisper while walking towards the kitchen.
�Louder!�
�I am just a dumb pervert slut; I am too stupid even for a maid job,�� She started chanting now in a normal voice while she started scrubbing the dirty kitchen cabinets.
�I am just a dumb pervert slut; I am too stupid even for a maid job,�� she repeated, and repeated while doing her menial work.� She was starting to believe her own words, after all if she had been smarter or if she hadn�t been a horny little slut she wouldn�t be in this predicament.
Once she realized that the cabinets could not get any cleaner without the use of some really strong substance to remove the stains that probably had been there for years, he started doing the kitchen floor. She felt completely degraded scrubbing the dirty floor with a rag, naked on her hands and knees, and repeating her hideous mantra� �I am just a dumb pervert slut; I am too stupid even for a maid job.�
She was getting sweaty and dirty, and also tired and hornier. She turned back and saw the bathroom door still closed,� so she reached back with her hand and still on her hands and knees she started rubbing her pussy while still repeating her mantra. At that moment she felt indeed completely dumb, and completely slutty.
She closed her eyes and was about to climax when she was taken out of her stupor by Paola�s scream.
�WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU PERVERT?� she feigned surprise, but she had been amused while watching Elizabeth degrading herself until she sensed that Elizabeth was about to come.� Paola felt a wave of satisfaction seeing the rich posh girl squirming with shame.
�I� I�� stammered Elizabeth. She didn�t know what to say, she was simply overwhelmed by shame.
�Finish that floor immediately and then we must talk�
Elizabeth resumed scrubbing the dirty floor. She was more self-conscious than ever. She was on her hands and knees, completely naked, and doing that menial work trying to avoid eye contact with Paola who was dressing a few feet away from her.
�Hey, don�t forget your phrase�
�I am just a dumb pervert slut; I am too stupid even for a maid job,� replied Elizabeth.
�Not to mention too horny to be of any use but fucking� said Paola giggling.
By the time Elizabeth had finished, she was dripping in sweat, and had some dirt streaks crossing her very nice, very white body.
�Come here princess� said Paola, �Make yourself useful, Paint my nails and toenails. You know how to do it, don�t you?�
�Yes ma�am, � Elizabeth replied, more insecure than ever, doubting of her intelligence even for that task; maybe all the insults that she had been saying to herself for more than half an hour was getting to her subconscious mind, and she was starting to really believe them. She shook those thoughts away, and tried to concentrate in the task at hand forgetting her situation.�
She knelt before Paola, who was sitting on a chair, drying her hair while checking herself in a mirror attached to the wall.� Elizabeth started painting Paola�s nails with dark red polish. She was surprised of Paola�s appearance, she was wearing a new, very nice red cocktail dress, it had a halter top, and the skirt was pleated and went a couple of inches above her knees. She looked quite sexy but classy.� Not so in your face like the very short, skin tight, dresses she used to wear; she looked much more elegant, and equally attractive. She had prepared some high heel sandals, also new; they were sexy, but didn�t scream fuck me.� All in all it was attire that would make boys want to take her to dinner, instead of straight to a hotel room.
�Very good princess� she said looking at her nails with satisfaction, �why don�t you do my make up too�
Elizabeth had taken a 2 day makeup course pushed by her mother that wanted her to learn how to make herself look prim and propper. She analyzed� the challenge, Paola was quite different form her.� Her skin was darker,� her eyes were brown, the black hair, the slightly round face. She started thinking, trying to remember what the teacher had said about Latinos.� At the end she relied to a washed face look, she just used a light pink lipstick, and some mascara to make her eyelashes look fuller, and her eyes bigger. She didn�t need more, Paola�s complexion was excellent.� She was going to grab some stares.
When she was ready Paola contemplated the mirror with satisfaction. She looked like a movie starlet, and she felt a proudness that she hadn�t felt in ages.�
�Well, now is time to get you ready for the party�
�That is not necessary,�� said Elizabeth, she wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, maybe she could still have time to groom herself for Mark�s party, but first she will have to take care of some business� down there.
�No way.� Let me start with your nails, and toe nails�
Paola remained sit, and Elizabeth was knelt in front of her. She started painting her nails in bright pink, then Elizabeth had to sit on the floor and put one foot over the chair armrest so Paola could paint her toe nails. She did some work because over the pink, she used some silver sparkling material to draw stars, spirals, and simple points. Elizabeth thought they looked tacky.
�Now let me do your hair, and your makeup�
�Shouldn�t I shower first?� I stink�
�No, it is not necessary� Said Paola, and started painting Elizabeth�s eyes, and lips. She then did something that startled Elizabeth.� Paola got a brush, and a small palette that looked like eye shadow, and started smearing it on the front of her hair, specially on the left side.
�Don�t look at the mirror yet. Put these clothes first�
Elizabeth was getting impatient, they were losing so much precious time, and she would have to shower and undo all that Paola was doing, so she could look properly for the party. She decided to get over it fast, so she didn�t even ask for her underwear when she saw a pair of skimpy garments on the bed.
�You may look at the mirror now� said Paola cheerfully.
Elizabeth felt shocked and aroused seeing her image on the mirror. She was wearing a purple tank top, that went just a couple of inches above her navel, and it delineated perfectly her small but perky tits; the skirt was a stretchy pink tube that didn�t left much to imagination; it was shorter than anything shad worn in the past, it went to just a couple of inches below her pussy, leaving her nicely toned legs on display. Her face was equally shocking, a light purple eye shadow, and a very bright red lipstick, made her look tacky and old fashioned. Her blond hair, which had become a little curled with all the sweat and heat, portrayed now a 2 inch wide pink streak on the left side of her face from the top of her head to the tips that reached below her shoulders.
�Put this�, said Paola, handing her classmate a pair of platform shoes with heels probably 5 inches high.� The shoes were shiny pink.
Elizabeth was mesmerized at her own image. Now she looked completely trashy, but very sexy, or probably more than sexy, she looked available.
�OK, now lets have a photo for the memories,� said Paola standing by Elizabeth in front of the mirror.
Paola was delighted by the contrast between the couple of girls looking from the other side of the mirror. While she looked classy and beautiful, her classmate looked cheap, and slutty. Elizabeth shivered at the image, but found it very arousing nonetheless.
She didn�t want more photos of herself in Paola�s hands, but realized that she had already much worse ones, so she after the selfie of the pair, she let Paola take a dozen photos of her. She even posed and smiled at Paola�s command. She found the sexy poses demeaning and arousing.
��I think Paola would need to go to Mark�s party in just a few minutes. Once she announces her departure, I will change into my clothes and dash home to masturbate like crazy,� Thought Elizabeth who was seeing less and less possibilities of attending the party after all the lost time.
�I already sent the new and old pictures to your phone. Don�t erase them without my permission� Said Paola, and Elizabeth shivered, she didn�t like the idea of carrying such compromising photos with her, it was just too risky, somebody could sneak into her phone, and what would she do?
Her thoughts were interrupted by Paola�s cheerful voice, �Let�s go to Mark�s party�
�Ok, as soon as I change into my clothes we can go, then��
She was interrupted by Paola, �You are going to the party as you are�
Elizabeth paled, she couldn�t go to that party dressed as a street hooker, and smelling like a construction worker, she noticed that she had a black streak on her stomach, and another on her right shoulder. Her knees were also dirty. And that party was �the party�, there were be not only most of her classmates (well at least the inn-crowd) , but also most of her acquaintances from the country club. Even Derek Haggard, who she had a crush on, will be there.
She fell to her knees and begged Paola, �Please Paola, I can�t go like this to that Party. I may do another thing for you, but not that. Please�
Paola, looked disappointed, but seeing Elizabeth�s face she realized that the little blonde could have a break down, so she started thinking. She didn�t want Elizabeth to panic because it could only have unexpected consequences, and she knew that it could also be too risky to present her as she was to her friends, someone could smell something fishy and come to her help; she realized with some disappointment, that taking her to that party won�t be such a smart move. On the other hand, she didn�t like that Elizabeth could think that every time she begged she could spare the humiliations. She decided to compromise, hell, it could even be more fun this way.
�OK. I thought you wanted to see your friends, but well if you don�t, I understand. But I didn�t doll you up so you stay at home. You may go to the party I was going to attend or you may go to Mark�s party. It is your choice. Don�t worry, if you go to my party, I will send you there with my cousin Juan, he will help you, and protect you�
Elizabeth was afraid; she didn�t want to go to a low class party, and less dressed as a whore, but she realized that she couldn�t stand to show this facet of her current life to her friends. It would be simply devastating for her, and rumors could get to her parents.
�I�ll go with Juan�, she said in a whisper.
�Hey, try to talk little, because your accent could delate you�
An hour later Elizabeth was sat on a white plastic chair in a warehouse improvised as a party salon.� The empty warehouse had a rusted tin roof, and the floor was made of coarse cement, it was decorated with some globes� and colored papers hanging here and there. She thought bitterly that now she must be sit in a comfortable armchair surrounded by marble floors and luxury, while listening to the last pop hits and electro dance music thru a high fidelity equipment, enjoying the company, and the attention of her rich friends.
Instead she was forced to stand the strident cheap stereo that filled the place with songs that sounded pretty much alike one from each other. They were like a mix of hip hop and Latin rhythms with very explicit lyrics sang alternating phrases in Spanish and English.� The improvised dance floor was full of couples. The dance steps involved a lot of touching, and a lot of sensual teasing from the girls. People talked in English spiced with a few words in Spanish here and there.
She felt completely out of place, she didn�t belong there socially, or even racially.� Most of the women there were wearing daring outfits in bright colors, but much to Elizabeth�s shame, nobody was showing as much skin, or looked as cheap as her.� She felt even more insecure knowing that it was very clear that she wasn�t wearing a bra, and the slightest mistake that she made would show that she wasn�t wearing panties either.
On her arrival she received a lot of lustful stares from the men, and angry stares from the women, but when they saw that she contented herself with sitting quietly besides Juan, most of them finally ignored the newcomer and got into the party full swing.
Juan was sat beside her. He was tall, maybe 6� 2�, but not attractive at all, at least to Elizabeth. He was a bit fat, had a very round face, and had an annoying high voice. Still he looked very strong. From the little talk they had on their walk to the party, she learned that he was 20 and had dropped school during junior high. He worked carrying materials in a warehouse nearby. He probably wasn�t very lucky with the ladies, because everybody looked surprised that he had company; several men high fived Juan who seemed pretty content with the whole situation. All in all he was a complete looser in her eyes.
Elizabeth planned to stay in the party the least amount of time possible. She had the keys that Paola had given her, so she just needed to go there and change into her clothes, pick her purse and keys and then go to her own house. Paola had promised that she would send Juan the combination of the padlock at some point before midnight.
She didn�t want to lose Juan of her sight, and didn�t want to flirt or anything with the other guys, even when two or three were really attractive in their own exotic way. So she simply stayed with him and occasionally talked, but did little to hide her discomfort.
At some point he offered her a drink. Elizabeth never drank. It was illegal at her age, and she couldn�t do anything like that with her circle of friends, because word could reach her parents and that was the kind of thing that could cause her big trouble. But at this party nobody knew her, and the opinion, or even the gossip of these low class people didn�t matter her, and could never reach her parents. She finally accepted a cocktail made with grapefruit juice and tequila.
�Have you received a message from Paola?� said Elizabeth for umpteenth time.
�No, Elizabeth. I�ll tell you when I receive it. Why don�t we have a good time in the meanwhile?� he said passing his hand around her shoulder.
�No� she said pushing his hand away.
Then a guy that cached the scene told Juan.
�What�s the matter Juan, Didn�t you pay the puta enough money?�� he said laughing.
�What did he call me?� said Elizabeth with apprehension, she didn�t know that Spanish word, but the context make it clear.
�He thinks you are a whore.� The way you are dressed, and you know being so pretty, and with me. Several guys asked me how much did I pay you to come with me, and how much did you charge for a BJ or a fuck�
Elizabeth blushed bright red. She felt worse than ever. Those low class people considered her even lower; they considered her a whore, and a whore that Juan could afford. Her pussy tingled; she was getting horny again.
��I am not� � she whispered trying to defend herself, but then her voice faltered her.
They kept quiet for a few minutes, and Juan fetched Elizabeth another drink. She was almost finishing her drink when the music changed, and they started playing ballads, some in Spanish, and some in English. The dance floor was crowded with couples dancing. Elizabeth was bored, and horny. After the incident with guy, she had been building a small fantasy in her mind, and the alcohol was clouding her senses. So she finally whispered to Juan�s ear.
�I will dance a song with you if you pay me $5�
Her pussy tingled with lust after she finalized the phrase. She was blushing bright red, and she couldn�t believe she just said that.
He turned to see her. He was shocked and amused at the same time. He knew that Paola had somehow pushed Elizabeth to come with him, but it had angered him that she didn�t hide the fact that she wasn�t with him by her own accord. And now she was asking for money! Well if she behaved like a whore, he certainly will accept the offer, but he will take her down a few pegs.
�OK, but I think that $1 per song, sounds more like its worth�
Elizabeth blushed, she knew she must be outraged by Juan�s comment, but it aroused her even more. She was too shocked to speak, so she turned to face him, and saw him displaying the most obnoxious smirk, and his eyes� his eyes displayed the same contempt, the same despise that she had seen only once in her life. She shivered; he was looking at her with the same attitude that Paola�s client saw her the previous evening. She realized that for Juan she was not longer a fellow human being, she was now just another merchandize. She had never felt so objectified.
She was getting hornier, and the alcohol wasn�t helping, she rarely had a sip of alcohol before, and now she was almost finishing her second drink, and she was starting to feel tipsy. Maybe she had been drinking too fast, or the drinks were too loaded, anyway she didn�t have the experience to know.
�OK�, she said.�
His smile turned even broader, but creepier.� At the beginning of the night he was excited with the possibility of somehow conquering that beautiful girl, and it had hurt him her complete lack of interest.� Now his intentions towards her had completely changed.
They stood up and walked to the dance floor. He passed his arm around her lower back, where her skimpy top didn�t cover her. She was about to pull his hand away when she realized with arousal that it was part of the deal.
The dance floor was now mostly dark. As soon as the ballads started, they turned off the light spots that shinned on it, only a couple of dark� blue spots remained on. Once in the dance floor he pulled her until she was practically painted on his chest. She usually put her arm in front of her when she danced slow songs so she could push the guy away from her as much as she liked in order to be comfortable, but now she had simply passed her arms around his neck something she had never done with her boyfriend, much less with a guy she just meet.
The whole scene was surrealistic. She was normally the unreachable rich girl that boys could only dream off, and now she was dancing very close to that loser guy. His cheap cologne filled her nostrils as she rested her check on his chest.� He had his hands around her waist, touching the exposed� skin between her skirt and her cropped top.� She could feel her hard nipples rubbing against his body with each uncoordinated move they made.
The slow sensual music, and Elizabeth�s� lack of reaction encouraged Juan, who soon was roaming his hands all over Elizabeth�s back and shoulders. He concentrated his efforts on the exposed skin, and Elizabeth was shivering feeling the rough, heavy hands touching her.
Finally the song ended, and she wanted to leave the dance floor, but he whispered to her ear.
�I�ve got another dollar for you�
Elizabeth shivered with arousal.�
�Ok�, she whispered back. She tried to convince herself that she didn�t argue with him to avoid a scene, but the reality was that her pussy was taking command, while her brain seemed to take a break overwhelmed by the alcohol and the horniness.
She realized nervously that Juan�s right hand was now rubbing her back under her flimsy top. She was afraid that the clumsy boy could break her top, so she reached back and pushed his hand down. Unfortunately he seemed to misunderstand the message, and his hand continued its travel down, and soon he was caressing one of her buttocks over her skirt.�
Elizabeth tried to mouth a protest but instead she kept silent as the other hand started caressing the other buttock. At first the caresses were light and somewhat discreet but soon he started grabbing her ass with content.
Elizabeth turned around nervously, the dance floor was packed. The couples were dancing so close to each other that probably nobody could see Juan�s actions. Still she felt very ashamed. What would her friends think if they saw her right then. �A song ended, and another one started, and she didn�t have a chance to talk to Juan who was holding her tight.
She felt Juan�s hand traveling downwards to her tights, and she felt relieved that he was finally stopping squeezing her ass, but then she realized that he was starting to rise her skirt.
She reached her back with her hand trying to stop him, but he whispered to her ear.
�I�ll pay you $2 for this song�
She didn�t answer but returned her hand to its place �around his neck. She was blushing bright red. She knew now her whole ass was on display; Juan had managed to roll over the back of her skirt and tuck it at her waist.
�I can�t believe I am letting this Neanderthal touch my naked ass for two bucks, � she thought bitterly, but she was too aroused by the idea to stop him now. Her respiration was becoming short and ragged.
Then she felt Juan�s left hand leaving her naked ass. She received the news with a mix of relief and disappointment, but both were short lived as she felt his hand raising the front of her skirt. An alarm rang in her head, but it was muted by the sensations and the arousing coming from the humiliation of being so available to that creepy, low class, ignorant boy. When his finger found her slit, he was surprised at how wet she was. He soon found her clit and started slowly rubbing it at the compass of the song.�
Elizabeth was lost in her sexual blitz, �This loser surely can�t get a date, but boy he knows female anatomy, probably from whores� she thought, and then realized that she was now just one more. She was reaching the point of no return, she was using what was left of her clouded mind to avoid the embarrassment of having an orgasm in the middle of the dance floor.
Then a girl that was dancing next to them collided with Elizabeth. She felt skin where she should have felt fabric, and knew immediately� that something was wrong. She turned to see Elizabeth and realized that she was practically naked from the waist down.� She was shocked at Elizabeth�s wanton display and screamed to Juan.
�Come on Juan! Take the whore out of here; this is a decent party�
Many of the couples stopped dancing and turned to see her now.
She tried to arrange her skirt but it was all bunched around her waist.
Juan calmly said, �I am so sorry Lydia. You are right�
And walked slowly away from the dance floor with his arm around Elizabeth�s waist, while she nervously fumbled with her skirt, overwhelmed by the embarrassment.� She managed to fix the skirt just a couple of steps before reaching their chairs.
Juan pulled his wallet and while many were still looking at them he handed Elizabeth four one dollar bills.
Elizabeth was pale, her lower lip was slightly trembling. She was shocked with shame. One thing was playing a part for this loser, and other much worse was been caught red handed whoring herself so cheaply by all the party goers.� She rapidly crumbled the bills inside her delicate fist. She felt the contemptuous stares, and smirks of everybody around, as if she ceased to be a person and turned into simple merchandise, and to be frank cheap merchandise. The girls no longer saw her as a competition, she was now not even a person, but simply a spiteful object. The boys saw her now as a sex toy made to be used, just a thing they could afford to buy another day, instead of a possible love interest.
�May we go now Juan? Please� she said with begging eyes feeling the full weight of the judgement of everybody around.� She felt so small, so inferior to everybody else, even Juan. Oddly she was very aroused by it. She had been horny without release for too many hours by then.
Juan saw that Elizabeth was about to break down, and� said
�I still hadn�t receive Paola�s text message,� and I was just beginning to have fun at this party, but you are right you are not welcome here anymore, so let�s go�
They walked towards Paola�s house for awhile, Elizabeth was feeling pretty uncomfortable in her skimpy outfit. She now felt that everybody that crossed their path thought she was a whore. She felt insecure, and a bit afraid. A man that was smoking on the sidewalk looked at her from head to toe like appraising the merchandize. She shivered and clung to Juan trying to pose as his girlfriend, or at least stating that she wasn�t available.
Juan got the tip and passed his arm around her waist. Still he smirked at the smoking man, who return him a knowing smile.
Elizabeth felt completely humiliated at being dissed just like this by those two low class men, but something stirred inside her loins. It was much like those weird fantasies that she used to have on that cubicle as she spied on Paola.
Juan was not that experienced, still he could sense that Elizabeth was still horny. He didn�t know if she was really a whore of if she was just enacting a sexual fantasy, or was simply too desperate for money; anyway she was obviously very inexperienced, at least on the money issue. He knew that the alcohol could also be playing a part and realized that he must take his chance right then, otherwise she could get to her senses and stop playing, or at least she could learn her real economic value and turn herself unaffordable for him. One thing he knew for sure, his window opportunity was nearly closing, because Paola won�t like him to fuck that slut in her house, so he had to act before they arrived there. He hesitated for almost a block before realizing that he had nothing to lose, so he said.
�Elizabeth. I�ll give you another $4 for a blow job�
Elizabeth blushed bright red, �No, I don�t think so�� she whispered. She felt so aroused, and so ashamed. Was it all that she was worth? Four bucks?� She used to pay more than that for a Starbucks Latte macchiato.
�Come on, you are not going to leave me with blue balls. You are not that kind of girl,� He said while gently pulling her by the waist towards an old building.
Elizabeth knew she had to assert herself and stop that crazy boy, but instead she let him guide her while her pussy was practically dripping. She was almost hyperventilating; part of her really wanted to sell herself for that amount. It was much like her humiliating sexual fantasies; she would be not only a whore, but pretty cheap one; even with her clouded mind she realized that she would have to suck more than 60 cocks to earn what Paola did in just one trick.
They entered the abandoned building thru its broken door; it must have been a restaurant or something. �The main salon was poorly lightened thru the main door, and smelled of stalled humidity and garbage.� Juan continued pulling her, and all of her alarms should be ringing, but before she could react they reached what must had been a large men�s bathroom. It didn�t have ceiling so the lamppost just outside give the place plenty of light while the walls hid it from the street.
Elizabeth shivered, on one hand she felt more at ease on the light, on the other it allowed her to see that the place was dirty, and it even had a couple of broken urinaries. The walls and floor were covered with small outdated white tiles.
�Kneel� he said.
�No way! This place is too dirty. I could catch something�
Juan sensed that it wasn�t negotiable; nonetheless it amused him that the filthiness could be a stronger barrier than her morals.
�OK, Let�s compromise: A proper blow job must be given on your knees, but you may remain in a stand up position as long as you get nude for the job�
She felt ditzy; It was too much, but the idea of getting naked at that loser�s command, was so degrading, and humiliating that it contributed to her arousal. She pondered that it was better than putting her knees on the dirty floor; her clouded mind failed to see that she had a third alternative, which was of course to refuse to do the blow job.� She peeled off her skimpy shirt and hand it to Juan, and then carefully unbuttoned her mini skirt and pulled it down being careful that it didn�t touched the floor.
She shivered although it wasn�t that cold. Her nipples were pointing out like small bullets, and her scarce pubic hair couldn�t hide her arousal. Juan could even smell it. Even when she had dirt streaks on parts of her body, her slender elegant nude figure, and her delicate manners contrasted to the extreme with the deteriorated surroundings.
He quickly pulled his pants down, just enough to pull his cock out. It was already erect, and although it wasn�t that long, it was pretty tick. Elizabeth bent at her waist approaching it, and hesitated just for a few seconds before Juan gently grabbed her nape and pulled her head down to his cock. She rested her right hand on his hip to keep her balance. She hadn�t really sucked a cock before, she just kissed one before; as a matter of fact she hadn�t have intercourse or gave hand jobs more than a handful of times in her life, and always with her then boyfriend.
She used her free hand to caress Juan�s testicles, and then kissed his cock repeatedly. She tentatively extended her tongue to touch Juan�s balls which were surprisingly almost hairless. Juan could see that she was very inexperienced, but maybe because of it, he found it titillating. �
Juan looked up for a moment and realized that the big mirror of the lavatories to his right reflected the hot scene of the slender white, blonde girl sucking his cock. The contrast of his big frame with her delicate body was so delicious that he pulled his smartphone out and started taking pictures and videos.
Meanwhile she had put his cock inside her mouth, and was literally sucking on it. She had even lost conscience of Juan�s presence, and was simply focused in the cock in front of her. �She started bobbing her head up and down, just how a classmate told them in a pajama party. Her hand abandoned his testicles and traveled back to her own needy pussy and she started rubbing her clit in pace with her ministrations to Juan�s cock. Then suddenly she felt his cock pulsating, she pulled out and tried to push his cock away but it was already spurting all over her mouth, face, and hair. She spitted what she could, but it landed on her tits.
�Whoa!� he said, �that was great�
Juan�s words took her out of her stupor, and she realized with despair that he was taking photos of her, in her very shameful state.
�No� no photos� that wasn�t part of the deal� she said desperately.
�You didn�t say anything about them, and normally I take photos when I am with a whore,� he said, but of course it was a lie.
�No� � she said; she felt trapped. �Please let me erase them� I need��
Juan knew the right thing was to erase them, but he was horny again, and he was enjoying the moment too much to let it end so he said.
�OK, If it is important to you, I understand it. But it was also the part of a deal that I enjoy the most. So what are you going to give me in exchange?�
�I�ll give you back your money� all of it� she said too fast.
�Nah, you earn it honestly, and you will probably need it later. Tell you what: I always wanted to see a girl masturbate;� if you do that for me,� and then on a second thought he added, � and give me your phone number, then I�ll erase all your photos from my cell phone�
�I� � Elizabeth was blushing bright red, she didn�t know what to say.
�You know you want to finish yourself anyway� he said with a smirk.
That seemed to convince her, and she started shyly touching her pussy, �and then stopped after just a few seconds.
�Nah, I mean masturbate till orgasm�
Elizabeth blushed even more, and standing on her high heels with her legs about a couple of feet apart she started rubbing with more enthusiasm while looking at the floor, too ashamed to make eye contact with Juan.
She wanted to come fast, but her nervousness, �Juan�s presence, and the her odd pose were blocking her orgasm; she was used to penetrate herself while rubbing her clit with the other hand, but it was almost impossible in her current position, so wanting to end her humiliation she finally sat on the dirty floor.
Juan was in ecstasy, �Look at me darling�
�Hey!� protested Elizabeth when she realized that he was taking photographs again.
�Don�t worry, I will erase them along with the others, but it is too hot to take pictures of a whore in action�
She was in no shape to argue, and decided to finish herself as quickly as possible. The slushing sounds coming from her fingers entering and leaving her pussy took a faster tempo.
�Look at the camera Elizabeth�
�Smile�
Elizabeth complied realizing it must be the most humiliating photo of her yet. She was naked, sweaty and dirty sat on the murky floor of the men�s bathroom of an abandoned building, with her knees bent, and her legs wide open with cum on her hair, face, and tits, with three fingers buried inside her pussy while portraying a nervous smile.
The stimulation and the humiliation of the last photo proved too much, and she came with an exploding orgasm, her back arching and her eyes rolling.
The orgasm made her come to her senses and she asked for her clothes. Juan handed them to her along with a handkerchief that she used to clean herself as much as she could before putting her clothes on. She dressed while he smilingly reviewed her shameful photos.
�Let me erase the photos my self�
�Of course, but first give me your phone number�
The last thing that she wanted was that creep having her phone number; she didn�t want to see or hear him in the rest of her life, so she started to invent a number when he said, �Be careful to not give me a wrong number because I am sending you these photos there�
She felt trapped, she didn�t want those photos in the hands of a random person, they could get back to ruin her life, so this time she gave him the real one.
She shivered thinking that her phone was quickly filling with very embarrassing, very degrading pictures of herself. �Faithful to his words, after he sent the photos he let her destroy them to her heart content.
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When she arrived to Paola�s house she realized that she had took her keys and clothes with her, living just her handbag and cell phone in the suitcase. A text message indicated that Paola wanted her to sleep at Elizabeth�s house so she would wait for her over there.
Elizabeth was simply too tired and too emotionally drained to think about going home as she was, not to mention that it was way too risky to approach her home in her current state when most of her acquaintances were partying just across the street. She simply texted Paola and told her that she could sleep at her house, but she would sleep at hers.
Elizabeth laid on the sofa while checking out her facebook on her just recovered smartphone. She looked with despair how her friends were having a good time at Mark�s house; she could see Paola in a few photos looking happy, and fitting in. Then she decided to lift her spirit checking on her crush profile, but it almost made her stomach turn when she saw that most of today�s photos were selfies of Derek Haggard with Paola, both posing with big smiles and looking very nice and elegant.� She closed facebook angered, and then she started looking thru her new pictures, her intention was to erase them, but she browsed thru them while lightly brushing her clit until she felt asleep.
She woke up the next day in Paola�s house with the first hangover of her life. She felt complete regret for the things she had done. Again she had slept all dirty with a strange man�s cum all over her body. She showered, and waited for Paola to return. It didn�t happen early, Paola arrived to her home late in the afternoon looking very happy and enthused.�
To Elizabeth�s relief, Paola brought her some clothes to wear. They were not the ones that Elizabeth would have chosen, but at least they were hers, and they were much welcomed after having spent all day fully naked as Paola had instructed her. All in all, she traveled back to her house in her jogging outfit, and without underwear.
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Monday morning Elizabeth woke up with dread, she didn�t like the idea of the day ahead of her. She felt her self-confidence had abandoned her. She didn�t know how she would react when her friends asked her about her weekend, and about her opinion about Derek and Paola. She didn�t do most of her homework,� fortunately she was usually ahead of schedule, and she already studied for the English exam of the day, but had advanced little on her paper for Tuesday.
She needed to regain some control of her life, during the weekend things spiraled down way too fast. She tried to assess her options; she could call her mother, and tell her the story of her blackmail without entering into much detail, but she thought that her mother would surely tell her father, who would instruct Mark Clapton to deal with the issue; that man gives her the creeps. He was probably more obsessed with her father�s career than her father himself. He was a bald man in his fifties and had zero charisma, so probably tried to live the life of a popular politician vicariously. Anyway he enjoyed power, and he would do anything to preserve and grow that power.
�No,� Elizabeth thought, �if he gets into the situation he�d probably try to bribe or threat Paola,� but if that didn�t make him feel safe enough, he could even kill Paola, and he would convince my parents that I should be �kept safe� so I didn�t do anything similar again. I could end up in a board school, or even worse in an asylum; that man won�t let a couple of teenagers threaten his way of life�
She was probably exaggerating, but she really believed that man was capable of anything in order to keep his position of power as his father right hand. Elizabeth trembled; images of herself in a straitjacket invaded her mind, filling it with fear and dread. No, she won�t make anything that could get Mark Clapton involved. ��
She then thought about her professors, she wasn�t really close to any of them, but she trusted Mrs. Harrison, her math teacher.
�But how can she help me. Talking with Paola? Telling the principal about Paola?� If Paola feels trapped she could release the blackmail material as a revenge for ruining her college chances. Or maybe the teacher could tell me to go to the police, which I can�t, because the press could get to know�
She realized with despair that telling her teacher won�t help her much, and she would have to bear the idea of her teacher knowing some of the shameful things that she had been doing. No, that was not an option either.
She realized that for the time being, her only option was to play along with Paola, hopping that she complied with her promise and let her destroy all the blackmail material the next Friday.
She reluctantly leaved the bed, and after showering and drying her hair to comb it in her classy style, she went to her big walk-in closet to get her clothes, only to find that most of the drawers were empty! She had not a single piece of underwear on her closet, and the hangers showed just a few items of clothing. Mostly skirts, and shirts. She fumed angered, and took the longest skirt that she could find, along with the darkest shirt. But Paola had been very careful while choosing those clothes, because the longest skirt went just to mid tight, and the shirts were mostly halter tops, and tank tops, along with a few cropped t-shirts. The blouse that she chose was fine from afar, but the fabric was so thin, that her nipples would be obvious, specially if they hardened. Her selection of shoes had also been narrowed, and she had to pick a pair of black 4� heels.
�With her self-confidence even more diminished, she marched to school fearing what Paola could have in store for her.
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