Not to miss an opportunity to take revenge on her glamorous employer, Stephanie grabbed the wealthy Suzanne, by the lapels of her jacket.
“I think I’m gonna have to teach the stuck up bitch a lesson.” she laughed as she hauled Suzanne to her feet. Suzanne was horrified, dressed in her immaculate red suit she tried to brush aside the unwelcome Stephanie.
“How dare you” Suzanne snapped “Take you’re filthy hands off me. You common little tramp.” This arrogant outburst only served to antagonise Stephanie as she proceeded to punch Suzanne about the face and body. Suzanne was totally unaccustomed to such treatment and tried in vain to ward off the blows, but to no avail. Stephanie landed punch after punch on the rich socialite, until Suzanne sank to her knees. Stephanie, however, merely grabbed Suzanne by her elegantly coiffured hair and dragged her to her feet.
“I haven’t finished with you yet” she laughed as she watched blood trickle from Suzanne’s nose. Suzanne recognised the situation she now found herself in and tried to plead with Stephanie.
“Please don’t hurt me” she cried, “I’ll give you whatever you want, but don’t beat me up” Stephanie was in no mood to show compassion as she grasped Suzanne by her hair.
“Now listen you rich bitch. Don’t think you can buy yourself out of this. ‘Cos I’m gonna have to teach you some manners.” The girl let go of Suzanne’s hair and again proceeded to batter the helpless businesswoman, before Suzanne was sent crashing across the tables, landing in an undignified heap on the floor amid the broken plates and glasses. Suzanne pulled herself slowly to her knees and wiped the blood from her damaged nose. She looked down at her expensive red suit, which had become soiled from the spilt drinks.
“Look at my beautiful suit.” She moaned “It’s ruined.”
“Don’t worry” laughed Stephanie “You don’t think I’m gonna let an arrogant bitch like you swagger around in a smart thousand dollar suit do you.” With that she grabbed a bottle of red wine and as Suzanne knelt on the floor the girl emptied the contents over the rich socialite’s head. Stephanie smiled as Suzanne spluttered as the wine ran over her face before splashing on to her expensive jacket.
“Look at my jacket” exclaimed Suzanne in horror “It’s soaked” But Stephanie continued to smile menacingly. Reaching down she grabbed Suzanne by the lapels of her jacket and once again she dragged Suzanne to her feet. Stephanie held Suzanne against the wall as she began to beat her about the face and body. Suzanne by now was defenceless as she took another brutal beating. As Stephanie released her grip Suzanne slithered to the floor as if in a drunken stupor. Stephanie realised she had Suzanne right where she wanted her and dragged the beaten businesswoman to her feet. Suzanne tried again to plead to Stephanie
“Please don’t beat me up anymore.” She cried “I’ll do anything you want me to, anything”.
Stephanie clearly was enjoying her domination of the rich socialite and was intent on ensuring Suzanne received her comeuppance.
“Now that’s what I want to hear” laughed Stephanie “The stuck up little tramp is beginning to learn her lesson. Maybe I’ll use the bitch as a punch bag.” As if to demonstrate her absolute domination the girl landed another volley of punches about the body of the stupefied Suzanne, without any resistance from the helpless socialite.
“Please I beg you” implored the battered Suzanne “Don’t punch me in the face anymore. You can do whatever you want with me, but please don’t hurt me.” Suzanne mumbled through her bloody and damaged lips.
“That’s better, your ladyship” laughed Stephanie “I don’t suppose you’re used to doing any real work are you. Cos now I’m gonna get you to wash the dishes and scrub the floors, in that smart suit of yours.” sneered Stephanie as she fingered the lapels of Suzanne’s stained jacket, “and if you don’t co-operate, you’ll get another beating.” She added for good measure.
“No I promise, I’ll do whatever you want. I’m completely at your mercy’” Suzanne sobbed in resignation.
“Good, you can start by getting on your knees and crawl into the kitchen. From now on you call me mistress. I know you are used to having your own servants to wait on you, but now you are my slave and I’m your mistress. Do you understand.” Roared the Stephanie.
“Yes, I’ll do whatever you want mistress. I admit it, I’m just a piece of trash.” With that Suzanne submissively dropped to her knees and began to crawl into the kitchen. Thereafter Suzanne was treated like a piece of garbage by Stephanie, up to her elbows in greasy pots one minute, only to be knocked to the ground and forced to swab the filthy floors. With no protection Suzanne’s once immaculate suit became badly soiled and bedraggled, but she was in no position to offer any resistance. Even the other women kitchen hands were intrigued by their rich assistant, as they wasted no time in taunting the unfortunate Suzanne. Fearful of another beating the wealthy socialite was forced into performing the most menial and degrading jobs, emptying the trashcans and carrying the waste slops to the pig bin. Suzanne, already dazed from the beating she had been given, soon became exhausted from her drudgery and she collapsed on the floor. At that moment Stephanie came into the kitchen.
“Get the lazy bitch back on her feet” snapped Stephanie to the kitchen hands. The women eagerly dragged Suzanne to her feet and she pleaded once more to Stephanie.
“Please, I can’t take much more” she cried “Why are you treating me like this. What else do you want to do with me. Look at my beautiful suit, it’s in ruins.” Suzanne looked in despair at her once immaculate jacket, now stained and bedraggled.
“Don’t think I’ve finished with you yet, you arrogant little trollop” snapped Stephanie “I’m gonna have some more fun with you yet. Undo your skirt and unbutton your jacket.” Ordered Stephanie. Suzanne looked bewildered, but nevertheless obeyed as she undone her skirt and they fell around her ankles. Suzanne then unbuttoned her bedraggled jacket.
Stephanie pulled the front of Suzanne’s lace knickers away and grabbing several handfuls of the slops she stuffed the stinking mess down the front of Suzanne’s underwear. Amid roars of laughter she stuffed more down the back of Suzanne’s knickers slapping and smearing the swill until it oozed from the side of Suzanne’s panties. Stephanie then pulled Suzanne’s jacket back over her shoulders and pulling her bra away, she proceeded to fill that with the same smelly slops, before slapping Suzanne’s breast and laughing as the slimy mess was squeezed over her bra.
“OK your ladyship” Stephanie sneered “I suppose you’d better dress yourself again”. With that Suzanne slowly pulled up her skirt as the foul mess began to run down her legs. She then pulled her jacket back on and as she done it up the slops began to spill out over the front of her jacket and on to her lapels. Suzanne was in a desperate situation, usually so proud and elegant she was reduced to a bedraggled and tramp like state as the swill began to soak through the material of her suit.
“Please, why are you humiliating me like this” pleaded the rich socialite “What else do you want to do to me.” She sobbed. The reply came from one of the immigrant kitchen hands, who realised that Suzanne was completely at their mercy.
“You very rich lady, yeah” sneered the woman as she grabbed Suzanne by the lapels of her jacket. Suzanne was so dazed she answered without thinking.
“Yes, I’m very rich,” she muttered through her bloody lips, somehow unaware of the irony. The woman snapped back.
“This smart suit of yours is expensive yeah” as she fingered the stained jacket. Again Suzanne replied in naïve fashion.
“Yes of course my suit is expensive.” Mumbled Suzanne “All my clothes are specially made for me. I know this suit is ruined now, look at it.” The woman gleefully eyed the bedraggled Suzanne.
“I think we should have some more fun with the rich lady.” Laughed the woman. Whereupon Suzanne was dragged out of the kitchen and into the dingy alley. The hapless socialite was then tossed and pushed back and forth between the women. Each of the women grabbed at Suzanne’s once elegant suit, ripping the lapels and pockets as she was flung about. Spinning round and round Suzanne collapsed in a daze at the feet of the women.
“Please I’m begging you, why are you ripping my suit. It is already ruined, why are you treating me like this?” Sobbed the bemused socialite.
“Get up, rich lady.” Snapped the woman “So we can knock you back down again. We like tearing your smart clothes, don’t we girls.” Suzanne was grabbed by the hair and hauled to her feet as the women continued to rip her jacket and skirt. The once sophisticated Suzanne was defenceless as her suit was reduced to tatters, before she was sent sprawling in the gutter. By now the once glamorous businesswoman had all her dignity beaten out of her. Every vestige of her wealth had been stripped from her, as she was forced to accept her comeuppance.
“Alright, I know you like to humiliate me. You enjoy reducing my suit to rags. I admit it, I’m nothing more than a worthless piece of trash now, grovelling in the gutter like a tramp”.
