Strip naked

The sound of her purse hitting the desk was quiet, but it felt final. Her arms dropped to her sides. She couldn’t look at either of them.

The taller one leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head like this was all routine. His gaze lingered on her chest—where the soft knit of her sweater stretched tight across her full breasts, nipples visibly peaked beneath the thin fabric.

“Good,” he said. “Now. Here’s how this works.”

Emily stayed frozen.

“You’re going to strip,” the second man added, stepping away from the door and circling her slowly. “All of it. Nice and slow.”

Her throat was tight. “No…”

The man behind the desk didn’t raise his voice. “Then we escalate. We bring in law enforcement. And CPS gets pinged. You think they’re kind to moms with a theft charge?”

Emily’s shoulders stiffened. Her jaw twitched. Her purse sat there on the desk like an accusation.

“If you cooperate,” the second one said, coming to a stop just beside her, “we make this go away.”

Emily’s fingers moved without thought. She reached for the hem of her sweater and peeled it upward, dragging it over her head. Her nursing tank shifted with it, rising to expose the bare lower curves of her breasts. No bra. Just swollen, sensitive skin, flushed from heat and humiliation.

She pulled the tank off next. Her breasts bounced free, nipples stiff and pink in the cold air. She crossed her arms instinctively, but the man behind her said, “Hands down.”

She obeyed.

“Leggings,” the other ordered.

She pushed them down, the waistband catching slightly on the curve of her hips. Then her thighs. Down, all the way, until she stepped free, left in just her panties. Black cotton, snug and slightly damp where heat had gathered.

The second man retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket and began recording without a word.

Her eyes widened. “You said—”

“No mall record,” the taller one said flatly. “This one’s just for us. Insurance.”

She hesitated as his gaze dragged down her body. Her fingers gripped the waistband of her panties.

“Do it.”

She slid them down. Stepped out.

Now naked, she stood in the cold, harsh light of the small room, exposed and trembling. Her full breasts lifted and fell with each breath. Stretch marks laced her hips, her belly gently rounded from recent motherhood, her thighs pressed together unconsciously, trying to hide—but it only emphasized what she couldn’t conceal.

The taller man stood at last. His pants were already unzipped, and his cock hung half-hard in his hand as he stepped toward her.

He didn’t bark it. Just said it low. Firm. Certain.

“Knees. Now.”