(This is a work of fiction meant for mature audiences. All the characters are above 18.)
At the rendevous point, I saw five rough guys standing next to an SUV. I grabbed my phone and my handbag and walked over.
One of the men identified himself as the team leader and politely asked me, "Are you Mary? Sent by Max?"
I nodded and extended my driver's license for establishing my identity. The leader took it and examined it in the torchlight. Once he was satisfied, he gestured to his guards. The guards moved swiftly and two of them grabbed my hands and the others had taken my phone and my handbag.
I gritted my teeth and mentally prepared for an invasive patdown. These criminals were suspicious and paranoid. This was part of the job.
But, instead of patting me, the leader grabbed my shirt roughly and tore with a harsh sound. I yelled in shock and fear but a guard moved behind me and clamped his hand on my mouth. As I stood struggling, the leader continued to tear away my skirt and bra and panties, "The Don can never be too careful so if you want an interview, you will have to do it naked. Do you still want the interview or do you want to go back?"
The guards clearly enjoyed my discomfort as I stood exposing my creamy and heavy breasts.
I had no choice, everything - my career, my freedom, and my life was on the line. I nodded my agreement.
As I stood squirming in embarrassment and some degree of fear, the leader ran his hands all over me. He squeezed my boobs roughly and cupped my pussy. I tried to move my hips away from his hands but a guard stood pressing himself into my ass and I had to stand watching as the leader grope me.
After he was satisfied, he motioned to the guards and we started to get into the car. The SUV was a bit crowded with five people, so predictably I was ordered to sit on the leader's lap. We drove for an hour and the leader spent the hour kneading my boobs with one hand and fingering my pussy with the other.
When we reached the compound, I was escorted naked to the isolated farmhouse as I tried to cover my boobs and pussy. There were around fifteen guards, all looking at me with open lust and some even rubbing their crotches.
I was taken to a drawing-room where a bodyguard received me and took me to the Don.
The Don was a giant of a man dressed in simple trousers and a white shirt. He was not handsome in the classical sense but his face had a raw magnetism.
"Drop your hands." was his first sharp command and I complied half out of fear and half out of the desire to convince this man to give me the scoop of my career.
The Don ran a critical eye over my swaying boobs, engorged nipples and glistening pussy, all thanks to the leader's services during the ride. He nodded in satisfaction, "I was actually angry when Max said he was sending over some woman to interview me and I almost refused. But then he sent your audition tape from the evening and the decision was taken out of my hands."
I blushed scarlet as I realized that the bastard Max must have taped and sent my blowjob video to the Don. I braced myself for further sexual insults and humiliation as I asked, "Shall we start the interview?"