Heather takes the deal

Heather nods. "Okay. I’ll do this, then I’m a free woman." Terra just laughs. His helicopter takes them closer and closer to the heart of Elysium. The mansions below have long since grown more extravagant than she had ever seen. Each has acres of well-maintained property, covered in beautiful lakes and vineyards. It looks like something out of a dream, or heaven. The name seemed appropriate.

It was then she saw it, the largest building for miles, which was saying a lot. She didn't need to assume, she knows who it belonged to. "We'll meet with the president soon. I suggest you behave." The helicopter begins to descend, landing in the president's personal airfield. Terra takes her arm, dragging her out. A group rushes to see them in.

"Mr. Terra." The head butler greets them, a tall, handsome man. "Your arrival is unexpected. You said you were remaining in Tartarus for the month."

"Plans change, Belvedere." He points to Heather. "Let Jason know I found a subject."

She bristles at the word. It feels dehumanising. At the same time, she's about to meet the president. Her idol. She's seen him on tv, giving updates and such. Still, she had no idea this was where it was happening. She steels herself, following gracefully behind Terra.

He just leads her through the winding paths of the garden. From the sky the property looked massive, but actually on the ground it was dizzying. It takes an hour to reach the house from the airstrip. The two are led right in, the gilded halls finally proving to her that she was never close to being elite. She recognises some of the various staff around her. They're famous criminals. Thieves, murderers, rapists, all surprisingly good looking. She'd never walk near people like them on the street, but here they seemed almost docile. Perhaps knowing one day they'd be part of this class keeps them from lashing out.

The president is an older man, Jason Yanovich. It has been years since the Social Ranking system had been put in place. Yanovich had served term after term since. The higher your SR, the more value your vote has. It's what keeps him in power. She felt herself sympathising with Terra's stance a little more. The butlers stay outside as the three of them entered the presidential office.

"I heard you were coming, Fred. Is this the subject of your... study?" He still speaks with an accent, a result of the unification war. "She's younger than I expected."

"Eighteen, for three weeks." He replys. She never told him that, but it was true. "And even already she's... entitled as the rest of them."

"I'm allowed to be entitled! I worked for my Social Rank!" She snaps. "It's not my fault your dumb watches don't work."

The two exchange a glance. She notices on the president's watch a total of SR00. In the past she assumed that meant 100, but now she was more sure it sat at 200. "Fred, I understand your concerns. But you aren't supposed to interfere with Tartarus. Let the... socially bankrupt bicker so those with noble motivations are able to advance humanity. Don't forget, you're here on my accord."

"I understand, Jason. But to advance humanity, all of us need to follow. The SR90s are enititled because you let them be. You need to see."

"You're young, Fred." The president says. He's not wrong, Terra couldn't be older than thirty. He had a light stubble but his face was still youthful, even dressed in a homeless disguise. "I lived through the worst of humanity. We always fought, war on every continent. It's in our nature. Only those with the mindset to accept reality and fight are worth listening to. Let those with... baser urges battle."

"I don't accept that." He crosses his arms. "Humans must be trained into good nature. Look at your staff."

He hesitates. "Alright Fred, what is your solution, then?"

"Heather, strip."

She freezes. "No fucking way. I knew you were a creep! Both of you! Wait until everyone hears about this! You'll be out of a job!"

"Do it, girl." He repeats. "Just to your underwear."

She shakes her head rapidly. "Not happening. Get away from me, jackass!"

"Fred that's enough. What are you trying to prove?" He slams his desk. "Sure, she should listen to someone of higher rank, but it's new to her. Give her time and she'll learn."

"Exactly." He grabs her shoulder. "Heather here is, for lack of a better term, a stuck-up bitch. She's been told her whole life she's entitled to doing whatever she wants. But with time, you can train it out of her. If something like this were to happen to SR90s en masse, the system's flaws would be worked out."

"I see. Still, it's a leap. Especially without precident." He crosses his arms.

"Let us be the president. Give me a year... two years. I'll train Heather into a productive, obediant member of society." He pauses. "If I fail, the both of us will return to Tartarus."

"You're putting your faith in... her? Are you sure?"

"Heather. Strip." He stares at her. Something is different in his voice this time.

She reaches for her shirt but pauses. "Wait... not in front of the president. Please? I don't want him ogling me."

They both laugh. "Ah, sorry girl." Yanovich shakes his head. "I'm sure you noticed my butlers. I won't be ogling you."

"Huh?" Heather thinks for a moment. "Oh... OH!" She giggles. "Well okay then..." After a deep breath, she starts unbuttoning her shirt. It's surprisingly easy standing in front of them in just a bra. She then reaches for her skirt before freezing. "Ah, um..."

"What is it?" Terra cocks his head.

"I kinda... don't have any..." She decides not to mention dropping her panties to jill off on his face.

He just sighs, grabbing her skirt. Before she can react he tears it off her. "As you can see, obedience still needs to be worked on. Thank you for your time, Jason."

"Fred, I hope you know what you're doing." She covers her exposed cunt, despite the fact that the president hadn't even glanced at it. Terra grabs her and drags her out of the room. He holds her in one arm and her clothes in the other. She tries to reach for them but he holds them out of reach. Her face goes a bright red as she's marched past the butlers. They don't seem all that interested in her though.

She's glad she still has her bra on, at the very least. Though her large chest left little to the imagination. Still, it's better than being bottomless. Her cheerleading had left her ass and thighs well defined, something she used to take pride in but only adds to her humiliation now. She also kept her pussy clean shaven, it felt like a necessity as a popular girl. With Terra holding both her hands she has no way to even cover herself.

Heather isn't a stranger to going commando. Sometimes she would do it to excite her dimwit boyfriend, sometimes she sold her panties for a favour from a geek. It had gotten to the point where she forgot to put them on half the time. That felt empowering, to fight a social norm with nobody knowing. Now, without the thin skirt to hide her, she knew she'd never do it again.

The hour long walk back to the helicopter is excrutiating. He stops in front of Belvedere the butler who takes no note of her undress. "Hello sir, your chopper is refueled enough to head home."

"Thank you friend. Here, do you mind returning these to Westerberg High?" He says, handing away her uniform.

"Wait, sir! What are you doing!?"

"Ah, right. The bra belongs to them too, no? Hand it over."

"Sir, I...!" She huffs. Being totally naked probably isn't that much worse than being bottomless. With a sigh, she reaches for her bra and drops it in the butler's hand.

"Good girl." He says. She blushes furiously. It was strange, she's a top, that she knows. Yet somehow being marched naked for an hour left her hot inside. "One last thing, deliver this to her parents." He places a letter on the pile.

With that done he sets her in the helicopter and they rise once more. "What... What am I going to wear?"