Another short, rather silly one. It was going to be centered around an ENF theme, but got a bit out of hand, so I put this in the fetish category. Cheers!
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Rebecca's Naked Interview
"He'll allow the interview, but only under these conditions," said the guard at the gate.
"He mentioned nothing about me having to be naked!" I screamed. "I am not one of his mindless pets!"
I'm Rebecca Moore, a struggling news journalist for a local cable network. For seven months, I had been working on scoring an interview with the infamous man known as Anon de Sade. A wealthy, if not categorically rich man. He earned his fortune the traditional way. He inherited it. Anon de Sade had a reputation for manipulating women, stripping them of their dignity and independence. Supposedly, other wealthy men would send their wives to him for "conditioning."
Although rumors of this activity had been heard for several years, it wasn't confirmed until a woman came forward. She had escaped her husband's grasp and reported her situation to the authorities, explaining that her husband had sent her to Anon de Sade's manor for his supposed brainwashing services.
It was my opinion that the police didn't take the woman seriously and dismissed her testimony, but after reading of her accounts, I knew there were far too many details for this to have been imagined. I took it upon myself to investigate the matter myself. After months of hounding the reclusive man by mail, email and phone, he had finally agreed to an interview. In his letter, it stated that the interview would be conducted on his terms, in his format. As long as I agreed to the conditions, I was allowed to ask de Sade any questions I saw fit. It seemed reasonable at the time when I signed the contract, because by format, I was thinking he would perhaps want it filmed on a couch or behind a desk, or the manner in which questions and answer session would be filmed. I certainly didn't think he meant I was to interview him without any clothes on.
"I'm sorry, but you're not allowed through until I have collected all your clothes," said the man at the gate. "Or you don't go in at all."
I looked over at Beth, the camera-girl.
"This is ridiculous, Beth. I'll bet he's demanding this thinking I'll just walk away from the interview. Just make sure you film me from the neck up."
I stepped out of the car and quickly removed my dress and everything underneath.
"Ma'am, the shoes... they stay, too."
"You're kidding me," I said, as I was about to put them back on.
"No, I'm not. Everything. Same goes for the other girl." He pointed to the passenger where Beth was sitting. Her jaw dropped open.
"What? Why?" said Beth. "I didn't agree to this!"
"Beth, we have to get this interview," I said, bending over, ducking my head into the car. I know my tits swayed heavily leaning in like this. I had large, ample breasts. They had been, perhaps, the saving grace to my ratings which were just high enough to keep my job. I really needed a big story to show the world what I was capable of. Maybe then I could get a job at a larger network.
"Rebecca! Really? You're going to make me do this?" Beth pleaded.
Beth had a nice figure. Broader than mine, but she was by no means fat. Rather, she was quite fit. It was apparent she exercised regularly.
"Please, Beth. You won't be the one in front of the camera. We break this story and we're both moving up!"
"Fine!" she puffed, and then began stripping herself naked in the vehicle, throwing articles of clothing out the window to demonstrate her frustration. Finally, she stepped out, allowing the guard to see her tits and pussy like I had done.
"Satisfied?" she asked the guard.
"OK, you may both go on through," he said.
We stepped back in the car, with me behind the wheel and put it in drive. It was a quarter mile road to the front of the estate.
"This is humiliating," said Beth.
"I know. I'm sorry to put you through this, but we need this. This man should go to jail!"
"I know. It's why I'm agreeing to do this. Just because this man is going to see us naked, does not mean he will have power over us. You do this interview right!" said Beth. "You expose this man!"
Beth was very much on my side. I never realized how passionate she was about her work. And she was right! I was going to get de Sade to admit he brainwashed women, turning them into mindless, senseless fuck slaves for their selfish husbands.
Anon de Sade owned a manor. Large arches greeted us as we pulled up to the front double-doors of the building. They were easily fifteen-feet high. A man in a black suit and tie appeared to be waiting at the door.
I stopped the car and Beth and I clamored out, grabbing the necessary video equipment along the way. I approached the man. His eyes didn't seem to focus too much on my naked body. Rather, he kept his eyes on mine.