Reporter in over her head

Description:

I am an undercover newspaper reporter trying to get the scoop on a seemingly good company that is secretly dealing in slavery for other countries. 

I have managed to get a job interview and the clip starts with me arriving just outside the door. Before I go in I must remember to turn on my recorder on your phone, hopefully I can ask the right questions to get the answers you need.

I am wearing a white shirt and a black micro skirt with the lace white panties underneath. I  figured this outfit would be distracting and you would likely say things unknowingly. 

I walk in and tell you that I am here to be interviewed. I walk over to a chair and move it over, making sure you see me walking. I introduce myself, closing my legs slowly making sure you get a pantie peek. I express how much I would love to work for this company and will do whatever it takes to get this job and move up.

You seem to think I would be a great asset to the company and ask if I would come by your house tonight to go over the necessary paperwork. 

I am a little concerned about this but I really need this scoop so I reluctantly agree. You ask if I would wear the same outfit when I come over. I of course agree, delighted that my plan seems to have worked. I get up and leave the room.

I am now outside the door, I need to get the story and my career will be made big time. I am outside your home door, wearing the same outfit and I turn on my recorder again. All I need to do is remain calm and get this done. 

I knock on the door and you quickly let me in. I walk in and you tell me to head up the stairs. All the paperwork is up there. I head up with you following close behind. I know you are getting a great view of my panties as I head up the stairs. I head over to a seat and pick up the papers to quickly scan over them. You politely ask if I would like a drink and go to get me one.

You come back with a glass of water and I take a few sips and I continue to read. After a few seconds I put the papers and glass down and ask you about the shady rumour I have heard about the company. Are they all true? 

You assure me that they aren't true but suddenly I feel very drowsy. I can't stay awake and I slump in my seat. You take this chance to get a closer look at me as I sleep. Slowly, I wake up and find myself hogties on the floor. I am still wearing all my clothes but I am very confused.  You say you know who I am and I will be your next victim. 

Please I’m not who you think I am, but it's no good you leave me to struggle on the floor. I roll around, struggling, moaning trying to get loose. As I move around my tiny skirt slips up and fully reveals my white panties. I open and wiggle as much as I can trying to get free. 

Finally I manage to get loose and go to check my phone. Yes it’s still recording, but I need more info. You come back into the room. 

Yes I got free and I’m going to leave!  

My hands go up. You tell you to strip down to my panties. Seeing no other option I do as I am told. I then get told to grab a chair and place it in the corner. As I am walking you make sure to admire my ass as I walk. I sit on the chair, now what? 

I am next shown tied to the chair, my hands are tied behind and my legs are tied apart at the ankles to the legs of the chair. I struggle, asking you why you are doing this?

You says you are so beautiful and will look very nice as a slave for my client.

So the rumours about this company must be true. He will pay for this!

I am now shown cleave gagged with a white cloth. I must get loose again and get out of here. I have enough evidence now to write my story. I struggled and tried to call for help but even the little gag makes it ineffective.

After a while of trying I manage to loosen the rope and get free. Again I check my phone, yes it’s still recording. Now I quickly call the cops, he needs to go to jail for this. I call and tell them the situation and they need to get there right away.

I hang up and go to leave but there you are again. 

Please just let me go, I won't tell anyone what you've done. 

But you have other ideas. I am now shown tied standing up against a door, my hands tied above me and my legs tied together at the ankles. My cleave gag has been replaced with a strip of tape. I struggle, trying to talk my way out of this but the gag just mumbles it. After watching my struggle for a while you leave. I continue to struggle, twisting and turning, rubbing my legs together trying to loosen the ankle ropes. I must get out of this mess. I have come so far I can't give up now.

Lucky after I manage to yank my hands free and untie myself. I rip the tape off my mouth and it hurts to grab my phone. I don't even worry about my clothes, I just want to get out. I turn and find you standing behind me. I look out the door, it's no use, the jig is up. The cops are already there and you’re finished. I have all the evidence I need to put you away for a long time. I walk up to you and say ‘not all beautiful women are helpless’ as you kick you to the ground. Enjoy prison, you creep and walk out smiling.