"Two blocks past this intersection there's a dumpster. Toss your leggings in it"

(Chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

"You want me to toss my leggings?" Makoto asked incredulously. "That's the big punishment? How would you even know if I followed through?"

"Eh, it's the first step, honey. As for how I'll know, well, the spot was picked so it could be watched. That way I'll know you're actually doing what I tell you to do. Now go ahead and get to it, Miss Makoto. I'll call you back once you've done the deed."

The call abruptly ended and left Makoto alone with her thoughts about what she'd just been told to do. It just seemed so bizarre to her, such an odd request from a group of hardened criminals.

"Absurd or not, I guess I should consider myself lucky." Makoto told herself as she started walking.

The trip to the dumpster was uneventful as people paid little heed to the girl making her way down the street. Everyone was too absorbed in the routine of their own lives to cast a second glance her way, and Makoto was more than fine with that after the emotional roller coaster she'd already been on this morning. After walking two blocks and looking around, Makoto quickly spotted the dumpster in question, tucked away in a dirty alley.

Makoto stepped into the narrow pathway and made her way toward her ordered destination. Her nose wrinkled in disgust as she came close to the dumpster in question, its rotten contents less than pleasant to be around.

Taking a deep breath (through her mouth rather than her nose), Makoto took a quick look around. She didn't see anybody, yet Mr. Words had said the spot was being watched. Either it had been a bluff or the observers were stealthier than the girl had given them credit for. Regardless, she reached up under the hem of her white dress and gripped the hem of her leggings. Sliding them down her legs in one smooth motion, Makoto was quietly a bit worried about the length of her dress. It was plenty long to cover everything, but she normally never had to worry about it with her leggings around as a second layer of protection. But if this is what it took to finally shake her debt...

After a brief struggle with getting the leggings around her shoes, Makoto finally pulled the garment free of her body. Bundling them up in one hand and using the other to lift the lid of the dumpster, she quickly threw the leggings in and let the lid fall shut. A waste of a good piece of clothing, but one she'd just have to live with.

The phone Makoto had been given began to ring almost as soon as the dumpster slammed shut. She quickly answered.

"I'm glad to see you can follow orders, Miss Makoto."

"It wasn't a hard order to follow, Mr. Words. A bit strange, but not hard." Makoto replied a bit sharply.

"Yeah, well, it always starts off easy. Now, Miss Makoto, if you'd be so kind as to tell me if you're wearing panties?"

"Wh-WHAT?!" Makoto shouted back. "Why in the world would I tell you that?! What kind of perverted question even IS that?!"

"Just answer the question, honey. Or I could always send out those pictures. Really, it's as simple as pushing a but-"

Makoto sighed. "Yes. Of course I am. Happy?" Makoto answered as she felt heat rising in her cheeks.

"Thank you. Now was that so hard? With that in mind, you'll want to know your next task."

"How many of these 'tasks' of yours am I going to have to do, anyway?" Makoto interrupted.

"None of your business. Well, I guess technically it is, but I'm not answering. You're not really in a position to demand answers, you know. Now, as I was saying, the nest thing you're going to have to do..."