Casey reluctantly does as instructed

Casey left her bedroom, still dressed in her simple cotton blouse and knee-length skirt. Before she got to the top of the staircase, the electronically garbled voice crackled in her ear again.

"Didn't you forget to take care of something, first, missy?" asked her blackmailer.

There was silence as Casey tried to figure out what he was talking about.

"Return to your bedroom. Now!" ordered the voice.

Casey rolled her eyes and let out a big sigh after she returned to the middle of the bedroom, her arms folded, awaiting further instruction.

"What did I forget?"she asked.

"First, let's lose the attitude, young lady," the voice warned her. "Remember, I can see you as well as hear you. Let's not forget who stands to lose the most here. Secondly, I told you to go downstairs in your undies."

"But I thought you changed pla.." Casey responded, looking around the room as she spoke, as if trying to find the face of the person she was having her conversation with.

"Let me do the thinking for you when we're together, sweet pea." The doorbell sounded again, the mystery man able to hear it over the earpiece. "Now, disrobe here, and hang up your things neatly so Mommy doesn't get mad. Then, hurry down and answer the door. There will be hell to pay if they leave before you get there," the voice succinctly informed the college coed.

Casey's blackmailer chuckled over the earpiece as he watched her from afar. It looked like the twenty-year-old was in a game show relay race.

Casey quickly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged out of it. Then she undid the fastenings at the top rear of her skirt and tried, none-too-gracefully, to step out of it while she shuffled over to the closet with her blouse in hand. Now with skirt in hand as well, she fumbled for a hanger, the metal wire jangling as she extricated one with clasps for a skirt. She had planned on tossing her wardrobe in the laundry basket at the bottom of the closet, but wasn't going to argue any further.

Her blackmailer enjoyed the view of her panty-clad ass as well as her titty-stuffed bra as she fumbled around at the closet, finally getting her wardrobe on the hanger and back inside the closet. Even though the pretty brunette was kind of small-chested, it was a good bet she hadn't been fitted for a bra in quite some time. Anything with the remotest sexual connotation was probably frowned upon by her religious parents. He spoke up again when he saw the underwear-clad girl was about to exit the room.

"Take off the kneesocks and penny loafers too, precious," he calmly informed her, though it was hard to control the tenor of his voice as he started to wank his hard, dripping cock. Seeing this girl in so little and the expectation of what might be coming was too much. He just had to take matters in hand. He watched Casey's flat belly heave from her exertions as she leaned against the doorframe and pulled off her footwear and tossed them into the nearby closet. He saw her look up from her feet, as if expecting further instructions.

"Now hurry! GO! GO! GO!" he urged, trying not to laugh as he saw the brunette's long coltish legs kick out as she left, her feet barely hitting the carpet, as if she was dancing over hot coals.

As he heard Casey huff over the earpiece as she bounded down the staircase, her blackmailer directed his view to the front porch. Her two gorgeous friends were still there, looking a little impatient, as they both stepped off the concrete stoop to look at the second floor windows, hoping to see her there.

He saw the big white wooden door with the three small windows on top pull back enough for Casey to poke her head through the opening. He listened intently to the chatter.

"Hi, Case! We were beginning to think you skipped town on us!" laughed Pam, upon seeing the flushed-looking face of the pretty brunette at the door.

Casey quickly glanced down at Pam as she smiled back at her noncommitally. She still had on the outfit that drove all the professors wild. In addition to the wide tinted sunglasses and gold chain at her neck that made her look even more like the namesake everybody compared her to, her bronzed hourglass figure was encased in a black silk bustier that did nothing but enhance what God had already given her. Shiny white capri pants looked to be painted on her shapely ass and legs, which were defined even more by the black stilettos she wore. Casey had often wondered how she drove in those shoes. But then, she had ridden with her, so she already knew.

"Yeah, we know you seemed a little out of it earlier, so we figured you went home sick," interjected Amy, pushing past her friend to the door. Casey merely nodded in assent. She looked at Amy. She too, had her 'school outfit' on. She actually had even more of her fair skin on display than her partner. Her 'boob tube' as the guys called it, barely kept her pillowy titties in check, though she did have a light sweater over it in class. Casey didn't think she could ever wear a skirt as short as Amy's, though. Her panties were constantly in danger of peeking out of the small sheath of indigo denim that surrounded her hips. The hemline's pockets and worn rear attracted even more attention to the skirt. Amy placed her hand to Casey's sweaty forehead. "You don't feel hot, but why are you all sweaty and breathing so hard?" she asked, with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Yeah, Case, you do look a little funny!" agreed Pam, looking closer. "Are you sure you're going to be alright?" she asked, pushing the door wide as they closed in, Casey stepping back in surprise.

"Nice undies!" said as both twenty-year-olds were surprised to find the reserved Casey standing in front of them in her simple white underwear, decorated with little pink rosettes.