First Task

The women, who were likely in charge, then stepped out of the car. She looked at me, her face emotionless; seemingly a rigid mask as she looked at me. "Good whore, you passed. Now, we have the first task for you to perform, and luckily for you, it's nearby. There is a small **** ring, made up of three to five men along with possibly a woman, whom we believe is dating the ringleader. You will need to use your body to get inside. Act like a prostitute, offering your body for them, starting with the guard, or possibly guards, at the door. They won't the place unguarded, though it will let you inside, as I'm sure at least one of them will want to violate away from our prying eyes. All of which means, by at least appearing interested in accommodating them will get you inside, where they can make recordings of their triumphs. They always like to brag, and will no doubt want to share footage of them taking you if they can get it."

She paused, looking around, as aware of something I wasn't. Not sure what else to do, I simply nodded, which must have satisfied her, even if her expression never changed, "If and when you get inside, I want you to pay attention to what you may hear or see. Don't make any attempts to take anything or take any risks. Just sell the act that you are there to sell yourself. Get in, have sex and get out. You can do that, whore?"

"Yes, mam." I hear myself say. After a pause, she nods and says "Good. We will give you the address, and you will make your way there on foot. You will wear the same clothes you did before, so as not to arouse suspicion. I expect, unless something unexpected happens, that we will meet you at your home address and debrief you, along with relieving you of any surveillance equipment, at that time. You got all that?"

I nod, and she says, "Good. Now get your clothes and get out of here, before we change our minds!." She tosses me a small bag, and I nod once more. I quickly brushed my ass on the seat as I grabbed my clothes and got out of the car. Swiftly the doors closed, and the car was gone. I was left standing there, naked and holding my skirt and tank top in my hands. I see a small bag has been left there and find a listening device and a few trinkets, along with a note with directions. The bag is made to look like a purse, and I sling it over my shoulder, quickly get to dressing myself and proceed to walk in the direction given. As I walk, I tear the note apart and toss the remains in several garbage bins along the route, making sure none can trace me back to the police.

It's not long before I'm at the building. I hear my high heels, all too loud, as I walk up to the building. The main door seems unguarded, though A group of muscular men is guarding the side door of the house. I pause, wondering if I should check the main door, or head toward the guarded side door.