The company I had worked for ten years was downsizing.  I was a tough middle-level manager who had made my share of enemies.  So I was one of the first to be let go.

The employment agency sent my resume around and there was only one employer that responded, so an initial interview was arranged. The next day, I was sitting in the waiting room in my formal business attire with a dozen other women and a receptionist.  They had a camera in the corner, I guess for IDs for the newly hired.  I was uncomfortable about providing some of the personal information on the employment forms, so left some areas blank.

The receptionist, Cindy seemed familiar as she called my name and in I went for the interview with - on no - Karen, a person from my former workplace.  She had quit that job citing harassment by me, which I denied.

Well this was awkward.  That’s what Karen wanted.  She looked confident in her black business suit and blond hair.  “Hi Joan, so we meet again.”  “Yes we do,” I said to Karen as my voice cracked a little.  “Let’s look at your application,” Karen said.  “You need to supply your Social Security number, birthdate, and passwords to social media sites,” Karen said.  I needed the job, so I provided all the information Karen wanted.

Karen was concerned about my content on some social sites, so she posted my Social Security number, address, and birthdate online to get feedback.  “and we need pictures of you Joan to correspond with this public information.”  “Should that data have been posted publicly?” I asked.  “Are you questioning my integrity,” Karen said raising her voice.  “No, no,” I meekly stated, “you know best.”  “I always have,” Karen said.

“We have a camera out in the waiting room for pictures,” Karen said.  There were still many women waiting out there.  Karen called Cindy to help her with the pictures and had her print out a dozen copies of my job application with completed personal information.  “Cindy, give each person here a copy of this application so they can evaluate their competition.”

“Okay Joan, stand upright for the first picture,” Karen said.  “Now remove your blazer for the next picture.  Just put the blazer on the floor.”  I was a bit confused, so Cindy took the blazer and my open purse and put them on a chair with the other applicants.  “Now remove your shoes.”  “Yes, Karen.”  My former employee had become assertive and confident. “By the way, you remember Cindy don’t you?”  I wasn’t sure, but then remembered after being told I made her cry at my prior workplace.  And it started to seem that Karen and Cindy wanted to make the most of this interview situation.

I was in my bare feet and noticed someone looking through my purse.  I was about to say something when Karen said, “now Joan, remove your blouse and dress.” “What,” I said!  “Are you questioning me again,” Karen said.  “No.”  “Then do as I say.”  And there I stood in my bra and panties as Cindy snapped pictures.  Others in the waiting room also took pictures of me and my application, and starting emailing them.

Karen walked up to me, face to face, and said “now Joan, show me how much you want this job.”  And then I dropped to my knees.  “Please Karen, I’m sorry about what I did in the past.  I’ll do whatever you want.  I need any job you have.”  “What do you think Cindy,” she nodded.  “Joan really hurt me in the past.” Cindy said, ‘I don’t know about hiring her.”  “Could you use an assistant?” Karen said to Cindy.  “Yes.”  “Then give your assistant her first instructions.”

Phone cameras were rolling in the waiting room, I was on my knees in my panties in bra, people were taking things out of my purse, and there was nothing I could do except what I was told.  “Joan, remove your bra and panties,” Cindy said.  What could I do?  She was now in charge. I stripped as told, and the other women applicants were enjoying my demise.

Cindy snapped pictures, placed them along with my application in my electronic file, and released them to the internet.  “Now sign the papers of submission Joan.”  I did as told and they now had lifelong freedom to use my information and pictures in any way.  Copies of the submission papers were given to the other applicants as well so they could also benefit from my personal information and sell my naked pictures.

“Now place your hands behind your back.” Cindy said.  She and Karen were beaming as they had defeated their former boss.  I did as my new boss instructed.  Cindy and Karen taped my wrists tight.  I was then placed out in the public hallway, naked, bound, and on my knees.  All employees could view me and take pictures.  Karen and Cindy said they would consider my employment, but then told me I was not qualified to work at this company.