Sure

"Uh, sure?" You steel yourself, knowing that you needed the credits.

"Great! Follow me." The blonde leads you inside of the warehouse to a boxed off section behind a wall of crates. In it's center lies a couple of empty pillories, wooden frames with holes for the head and hands, primarily used in the olden days to display slaves and criminals for public ****.

You gulp at the pooled cum on the floor at either side of the contraptions. 'Am I really up for this?' You ask yourself.

Before you have a chance to back out, the bushy haired blonde bends you over and locks the thick plank of wood over your neck and wrists. You blush slightly as she pulls down your shorts and underwear down to your ankles, exposing your ass in it's entirety.

It isn't long before you hear voices outside and the beep of some kind of exchange take place. The sound of approaching footsteps grows behind you, but you're facing the wrong way to see who is coming. You close your eyes, surmising that you're about to be used.