Outer layers off

"Don't play dumb, you could be hiding all sorts of weapons in your clothes." The head mobster said. "Besides, quit acting like you've got a choice."

To emphasis his point he pointed his gun at her head. Rachel looked down, defeated. She began violently shoving out of her leather jacket, pushing it into one of the mobsters. Then she reached down and undid her combat boots, kicking them off and pulling off her socks. She felt a chill as her bare feet touched the cold tile of the subway station.

Next, she pulled up her tank top, revealing her firm torso, defined arms and black bra. Biting her lip as she heard one of the mobsters whistle, she reached down and undid her belt, letting gravity pull her pants to her ankles before slipping them off.

This revealed her firm, lean legs (her shin was bruised from her fall earlier) and black lace panties. She wished she'd worn something less revealing, but what was done was done. Trying to fight back showing her embarrassment, she thrust her clothes to a mobster with a haughty glare.

"Good start," The head mobster smiled. "Now, take the rest off too."