Real Real Estate Agent in Peril

Kelly knew she could sell the old farmhouse if she could just find someone with deep enough pockets to fix the place up. The property was magnificent but the home was going to require some major renovations. Wanting to get a handle on how much basic renovations were going to run, she hired a contractor to come out, inspect the home, and give some estimates on bringing the place up to code, or at least make it habitable. She rolled her eyes when the contractor came in and broke the news to her that there were some major issues with the well. "Of course," she thought as she followed the contractor out of the house and into the woods to inspect the problem. "What else could go wrong?" Kelly thought it was some kind of a sick joke when the contractor turned on her and ordered her to remove her clothes. That is, she thought it was a joke until he pulled the knife from the sheath on his belt. "Take off your fucking clothes, or I will," he threatened menacingly with the knife. "And if I take them off, you'll be walking home butt-ass naked." He stared at her with lustful eyes betraying his intent. "Besides, if I cut those expensive clothes to rags, there's no telling what damage my knife might do to that milky soft skin of yours. "Under threat of harm and violence, Kelly slowly starts to remove her clothes. She did her best to fight back tears and present a brave facade. It wasn't until the handyman pulled out his phone and started recording the pretty realtor's reluctant strip-tease that she broke down and she began to cry and beg. Kelly was in for a long afternoon of humiliation, degradation, and rape at the rough hands of the contractor. Kelly had left her phone back at the farmhouse. Had she checked her messages before she had followed her contractor into the woods, she would have found a message from the contractor she had hired that he would not be able to make it that day and he would try to reschedule his inspection for later in the week.