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Rivalry

Part 1

Elizabeth rode in the back seat of what used to be her BMW, she was very nervous, she always was when Susan was around, but this time it was worse. Susan didn't tell her what was her plan for the evening, not that she used to tell her anything about her plans, but Elizabeth had learned to guess and Susan had become a little predictable, but this time she was clueless. Susan had instructed her to dress formally with her best business attire; she had not dressed this good since, well since all this mess begun. Susan was driving and for a moment Elizabeth relaxed and imagined that Susan was her driver, her employee, she day dreamed that she was the boss, and for a brief, happy moment Elizabeth felt better. She sat straight, crossed her legs in an elegant manner and acquired some of her old pose that projected pride and authority, but the attitude change didn't go unnoticed by Susan, so she started giving orders as usual, to remind Elizabeth of her real position in life.

�Lissy dear, take of your shoes, and drop them in the front seat. I think that Pravda shoes are well beyond what a whore like you should wear, �Don't you think?�.

�Yes ma'am� was Elizabeth's answer, she even made an effort to sound sincere. Of course she did not agree, but she had long learned the hard way that she must never disagree with her boss, or should she say with her owner. After dropping her shoes in the front seat Elizabeth could not avoid to think �She is right in one thing, this elegant pair of shoes is not adequate or deserved by a whore, but I am not a whore, maybe I have been behaving like one lately but I am not a whore�, then she remembered an event months ago when her own secretary, a brilliant intern by the way, told her �I am doing this job but this is not what I am� and Elizabeth replied, �you are wrong little lady, in fact YOU ARE WHAT YOU DO�. These words kept pounding in her head along with the memories of the degrading acts that she had been doing recently and she could not avoid lowering her gaze to the floor defeated by her own logic. All traces of self confidence, pride or authority erased from her pose.

Susan took a glance thru the rear mirror and smiled. She kept driving along the busy streets. The late afternoon light was slowly fading. The traffic was getting lighter as she drove to the outskirts of the city. Then Susan talked again:

�Lissy, I think you are overdressed, why don�t you take of your clothes�.

Elizabeth hesitated for a few seconds, there was still sunlight and they were driving thru a low speed street. However a brief glance of Susan thru the mirror was all it took, and Elizabeth started taking off her clothes forgetting who may see her thru the car window. Fortunately the back seat windows of the BMW were relatively small. She carefully took off her skirt, trying to be not too obvious to the people outside. Then she continued with her stockings, she did not wear panties, it had been a long time ago since the last time Susan allowed her to wear panties.

She was already naked from the waist down. She hesitated again, they were stopped at a red light and there was a car just a few feet away from her window. She decided to proceed, but slowly, and started to unbutton her jacket, taking all the time that she could. The people outside could not see a thing, but she was blushing anyway. The red light lasted like a year to Elizabeth, she unbuttoned her jacket all the way and even started to take it off before the car was moving again. She still looked decently dressed to the people on cars. A quick glance reveled a twenty something girl wearing a white blouse, a more detailed look and they would have noticed that she was not wearing a bra, and the blouse was semitransparent, a little deeper observation and they would have seen that the blouse did not curved perfectly along her round breast due to the piercings in her nipples and the little chain that hanged between them.

Elizabeth started to slowly unbutton the blouse, this time beginning with the bottom, trying to delay the moment of being naked, hopping that she could wait until the car reached a less transited street or at least a faster one, or with less semaphores. But Susan did not want Elizabeth to feel in control, not even in these little details as delaying her stripping to reduce her exposure, she must learn that she must obey no matter what her feelings are, so Susan said �If you are not naked by the time we arrive to our destiny you will regret it�.

A shadow of fear covered briefly Elizabeth's face and then she started fumbling with the remaining buttons, trying to take her blouse off as soon as possible. In spite of the fear rush, here face, chest and shoulders were still blushing bright red when she finally took off her blouse. She did not dare to look outside, with her eyes cast at the floor she waited for her next orders. She was expecting that Susan asked her to drop her clothes on the front seat and was also expecting another hurting comment but instead Susan said.

�Well, I thought a whore like you could strip faster, you should improve your skills, you never know how much time your clients have to spend with you in the alleys. And I don't think a cheap whore like you worth the wait anyway. Don't you think?�

A new wave of humiliation burned through Elizabeth's soul making her blush a bit more when she answered with a very insecure voice �Yes ma'am, I should learn to strip faster�.

�Well you better practice then. Why don't you dress and strip again, but don't forget that if we arrive our destiny and you are still dressed you will be punished�.

This time, Elizabeth lost no time, she started dressing very fast, without caring who might see her. When she was fully dressed Susan stopped her and said. �Stop. Your hair is a mess, fix it�. Elizabeth combed her hair as good as she could with her hands until Susan was satisfied and said �OK, stop it, you won't look better anyway, now undress because we are almost there�.

Elizabeth fumbled with the buttons of her jacket but managed to take it off very fast and put it in the seat besides her, her blouse and skirt followed soon, the stockings took a little bit longer but all in all she got from fully dressed to completely naked in maybe less than 30 seconds.

After Elizabeth was naked again, Susan laughed out loud and said �You really improved, I bet your clients will be happy with your new service: 'From hiring to a nude blow job in just 20 seconds', you may not be the prettiest or the more classy whore, but at least you could try to be the fastest stripping one.�. Susan let the insults sink and then added �Well there was no need for such a hurry, we are going to be traveling for 10 or 20 minutes before we arrive�.

They rode silently for a few minutes, Elizabeth with the eyes cast in the floor. A car horn or a shout now and then reminded her that she was being seen naked by a lot of people, at one red light a truck was next to her car and the driver who have an unobstructed view to Elizabeth's pussy opened the window and shouted to Susan �Where are you taking this whore? Can I use her?�, Susan was delighted with the question and answered �Sorry pal, she is going to a private party�. Elizabeth was humiliated beyond belief, the man not only called her a whore but ignored her like if she wasn't worthy enough to talk too, a few months ago she would not even give a man like this the hour of the day and now he considered her so inferior, a simple object to be used that he rather talked to her owner. To add to this feeling, Susan said to Elizabeth �This man was so nice to ask for you, you should show some appreciation, show the man your ass�. Elizabeth cringed, but complied, she positioned herself on all fours in the back seat with her ass pointing the window and then she lowered her face. She thought �at least nobody can see my face now�. When the car started moving she sat again.

The incident caused her desire to cover her tits at least with her hands but she didn't dare to. To distract herself from those thoughts she started to carefully fold her clothes. Susan noticed and said �You care a lot for those clothes, don't you Lissie Surely you don't want to drop them in the front seat.�

Elizabeth hated those games but surely she did not want to lose those clothes. That was her only business outfit now, she would need it sometime to look for a real job, and the rest of her clothes were not only casual, they were simply slutty. Susan had taken away from her most of her original wardrobe. So she answered �No ma'am, I don't want to drop them in the front seat�.

�Then don't drop them, pick the scissors that are in the bag in the back of the seat in front of you and cut them in pieces, I don't want to see a piece of more than 4 by 2 inches.�.

Elizabeth was shocked; she said �No I will drop them in the front seat if that is what you want, please�. Her begging was pathetic but Susan replied �That chance came and go, now do what I told you, NOW�.

Elizabeth took the scissors with trembling hands, she should stop. Those clothes had meant the only remaining material tie to her successful past. A past that now seemed so far away that the memories felt unreal, like if they belonged to someone else's life. Those clothes were also her symbol of hope of a way out. She thought briefly to disobey. She could even stab Susan with the scissors. This could be a chance that will never return again. But the solely thought of disobeying caused her a so strong emotional discomfort that it was physically painful. So with trembling hands she started to cut her clothes and her last vestige of hope into little pieces, that were even smaller than the ones that Susan had told her. All the time she was silently sobbing.

When Susan noticed that Elizabeth had finished said, �Gather the pieces and put them in this plastic bag, I would may be use them for my cat's bed, I think she'll enjoy the softness of the fabrics�.

A sobbing and defeated Elizabeth complied. Then Susan parked in a poorly lighted street, in front of an old wood door painted in green, she passed Elizabeth a key that was hanging on a piece of black string and said �tie this to your neck, and be careful, you don't want that key to end lost.�. Elizabeth obeyed, she was like a robot now or a puppet. Then Susan handed her a set of police cuffs and said lock your arms behind your back with them. Elizabeth panicked, she did not like that at all, she would be naked and completely helpless with her hands cuffed behind her back, but she did not dare to disobey, yes she was more like a puppet now.

Then Susan ordered Elizabeth to get out of the car and approach the driver window. Elizabeth was very afraid, that neighborhood seemed dangerous and very low class. It was definitely not a place to be naked and cuffed, Elizabeth cringed at the stupidity of her own thought, there are no neighborhoods to be naked and cuffed. Still she obeyed and after a little struggling she was able to open the door, she walked around the car to the driver's window, her beautiful face looking more afraid and vulnerable than ever, and her gorgeous naked body on display for anyone that could drive by.

Susan lowered the window and motioned Elizabeth to approach. Elizabeth was about to lower her head but Susan stopped her. Then took her red lipstick and wrote across Elizabeth's tits and tummy �FREE WHORE�. Elizabeth could only read the first word but had felt the writing of the second and knew what it said. Then Susan motioned her to bend, Elizabeth lowered her face until she was at the same level than Susan's, but she did not bend her knees, she had learned long ago that Susan doesn't allow that. She parted her legs a couple of feet apart, so her ass and her not so surprisingly soaking wet pussy were on full display, her face was bright red while she listened Susan talking

�Listen Lissy, You always said that rivalry is the motor that moves the world, but you should have known that sometimes a rivalry is no longer useful to keep going, at some time you have to look for new, higher goals and stop distracting your energies in attacks to a rival that once could have been a motivation to improve yourself but now is behind you and is only a drag to your advance.

That is why right now I am leaving you behind, literally, I have to pursue higher goals, and reach places well beyond the ones you ever dreamed. You should learn from my lesson here on how to manage rivalries for your advantage, but we both know that the lesson came way too late for you.

Now I think that you could not rival even the lowest whore, I bet you will recognize the superiority of anyone before trying to compete, that way you will avoid further humiliation. Elizabeth's tears were freely flowing now, her voice escaped her, she could not even talk, beg, plead she just stood there silently crying when Susan said, �Good bye whore, If I were you, I'd knock on the green door�, then she raised the window, almost trapping Elizabeth's head inside, but she managed to pull away not without knocking her head on the frame of the door.

Then she just stood there, naked and cuffed  in the middle of the street watching Susan drive away until she could not see the car anymore. She felt detached, like if she was dreaming a bad dream, in a daze she walked to the green door and even knocked it with her head, she was like a zombie waiting for someone to open the door. Then the magnitude of what just happened and what laid ahead for her hit her like a truck and all of a sudden she felt she couldn't breathe, she felt like she could die right there, she even saw the proverbial �flash of your entire life� but instead of her entire life, she saw her entire downfall, she clearly remembered every single detail from the very beginning like a movie playing in her mind but a thousand times realer, she could see herself a few months ago seating in her corner office wearing a blue power suit and playing with her beautiful blond hair while dictating her secretary. She paused a little to look at the city thru the office windows, she liked the view, she used to think �I've got the world at my feet� when a knock at the door interrupted her work, it was John Taylor who entered her office without waiting for permission, he had good news, �The big boss wants to see you, cancel any appointments for tomorrow morning. The board resolved to send Mark to manage the European division, so there is a vice presidency opening, I think the big boss is considering you for the job...

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