Industrial Harbor

At first I was terrified. I was sure that I was being kidnapped, stolen to be sold as a sex ****, or something worse. As the SUV began driving I panicked and started thrashing and flailing, but I could tell pretty quickly that they weren't tying me up, or drugging me, or any of that; they were just doing their job. At that point I tried to relax and get comfortable for the ride. It wasn't easy; breathing with a bag over my head sucked.

After what felt like hours the car stopped and the bag was taken off. I looked around the car to see my "captors." There were three men: the blonde guy from before was sitting behind me. Next to him was a massive guy with a military buzz haircut, also wearing a suit and sunglasses, still holding that bag in his hand. In the driver seat was another guy dressed the same, but with curly brown hair. I was by the left passenger door, the two seats next to me tucked away. At this point I looked out all the SUV windows, trying to get any idea of where I was.

It was the middle of the day, but I didn't see any people outside. There were stacks and rows of huge metal containers, and overhead I could see a freight crane. It looked like some kind of shipping port, which probably meant I was on the outskirts of town. That's all I could really guess, though.

"Miss McAlister, if you will, please?" The blonde one was extending his open hand, clearly expecting something from me, and in his other hand he held up a manilla envelope -- probably the address and photo meant for me. The shaved gorilla next to him wasn't doing anything to hide his enthusiasm for what would happen next. I wasn't too keen on displaying my boobs and my shaved snatch for the Three Stooges, but I couldn't help but worry about what would happen if I refused. Besides, I'd already made it this far. Just think of the money, I repeated several times to myself as I turned away from Blondie and began to strip. First came off the blouse. There was a cami under that, so it was next to go. Once both of those were off I tossed them onto the seat behind me, next to Blondie. After that I unzipped my skirt and slid that off. At this point I was just in my bra, my panties, and my slip-on flats. As I looked at my shoes I realized how glad I was that I hadn't worn stilettos that day; running naked through the city would be bad enough, but if I had to do it in heels I would die from embarrassment!

A firm cough from behind pulled me from my thoughts. I turned around, gave Gorilla a **** glare (which got a snort out of the curly-haired driver) then got back to undressing. To the credit of Curls and Blondie, they respectfully looked away (though I saw Curls occasionally sneak a peek in the rear view mirror) while I began to unhook my bra. I got no sympathy from Gorilla, who stared at me the entire time. Sure, he was behind me and couldn't see much, but come on, man. Anyway, I wasn't trying to be sexy or anything as I undressed, but I couldn't help but blush crimson red as my bra fell away and my B-sized boobs bounced out for the three strangers. My arms quickly shot up to cover my goods, even though none of the guys could really see the ladies from where they were sitting. After a brief moment I relaxed, took a deep breath and started sliding off the panties. As I did, I couldn't help but notice my skin sticking to the leather seat. It was a challenge peeling my butt from the seat and getting the panties off my legs without exposing myself to the men, but eventually the panties were off. So there I was, down to just my flats, sitting on the leather seat, covering my boobs with my left arm and my pussy with my right. It was awkward, it was embarrassing, and (even now I hate to admit this) it was kinda turning me on.

"Step outside, please, miss McAlister."

I stared at Blondie. "What, no envelope?" Before he could answer Gorilla cut in. "Rules are rules, sweetheart. You get out of the car first, then you get your envelope, kay? Let's go, move it!" Blondie looked annoyed but said nothing. I could hear Curls fidgeting up front. I looked back to Gorilla (still covering myself) and flashed him the most snarky smile I could. "You must be fun on dates." He started getting out of his seat. "Keep running your mouth, bitch, and I'll show you how 'fun' I can be." Blondie threw an arm out to stop Gorilla and stared him down. "You sit back down. Now." Even through the sunglasses on I could see the anger flash across Gorilla's face, but then more distinctly I saw fear follow it. He sat down, folded his arms and looked out the other window. Blondie turned his attention to me, and gestured to the door. "Miss?" I took a few seconds to gather my courage then nodded. I turned to the door, took several shaky breaths, then opened the door and stepped outside.

I was on the pavement, naked. I had two shoes, and that was it. No matter how hard I tried to cover myself, the embarrassment and fear were there. I was totally naked, and anyone could see me at any moment. Blondie pulled me from my thoughts as he leaned out of the SUV, holding the manilla envelope out to me. "Inside this envelope is an address and a photo. Reach the address, stand where the photo was taken, and you will receive your $10,000 prize." I tried to grab the envelope while keeping myself covered but flashed him one of my nipples. He ignored it, and finished, "Good luck, miss McAlister." With that, the door closed and the SUV drove away, leaving me alone and naked in the broad daylight. I'd never been more scared in my life.

Well, I thought to myself, I'd better get started. I couldn't open the envelope with one hand, so I covered my nipples with the envelope as best as I could then pulled my hand away from covering my slit to open the envelope. Red with embarrassment and shaking with fear I slid out the contents to see what the hell I'd really gotten myself into.