Whatever it is, Bria's perfect for it!

"You better not be a cop," the gruff man leaned forward. "You wearing a wire?"

"No, no sir," Bria protested as he pushed her roughly against the wall, but apparently her protests were insufficient to sway his fears as he roughly pulled the front of her dress open, tearing it in the process as her heavy breasts fell out into view. She gasped as he gripped each of her melons in a calloused hand.

"Huh, I wouldn't have thought tits this big and firm could be real!" he exclaimed. "Alright, you're hired..."

Blue eyes wide with fear, Bria didn't really want to work for this brute but was afraid to see him mad. She surveyed the tattered dress and waited for instructions, wondering what sort of job this would be...

"Don't worry about that," he told her as he took her by the arm and led her away from the door and to a staircase. "We have a dress code for you..."