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Julie woke up refreshed and ready for a new day. The feeling last about two minutes. Then she remembered the e-mail from the previous day.

She showered and shaved her legs, ate breakfast in her robe, brushed her teeth and went about normal preparation for school. The skirt was not a problem and she pulled on first a pair of her white cotton underwear. She opened a dresser drawer and began to pull out a bra and caught a glimpse of herself bare chested in the mirror. It was not normally an unusual thing but today was not going to be a normal day.

Julie was not unaccustomed to the feeling of going without a bra. In fact she walked around the house most mornings naked under her robe. There was a certain feeling; freedom, daring, rebellious, even comfortable, that she felt. But that was in the privacy of her own home, not in public.

She threw the bra on her bed for the moment and reached for the blouse. The material was not sheer and the blouse was not tight on her and she didn’t think that people would actually be able to see anything. But she wanted to know. She pulled on the blouse and buttoned it and returned to the mirror.

Without intending to she pranced and danced in front of the mirror as she tried to check out how she looked from various angles and making various movements. In doing so she satisfied herself that unless a person was really looking they were unlikely to see much except for a few things that she might do, like leaning forward or twisting quickly, which caused a noticeable movement under her blouse.

What she noticed more was how different she felt. While the robe was snug against her most of the time the blouse was larger and more open. Julie’s breasts were heavy and hung just a bit on her chest. She was very aware of how freely her breasts swayed as she moved about.

Satisfied that she could take off the bra without it being too obvious she removed the blouse and then put on bra and blouse, gathered her books and headed to school.

Throughout the day Julie was much more conscious of her breasts. As she shifted or moved and felt the constriction and support of the bra she could not help but compare that feeling against what she imagined it would feel like to do the same thing but without the support of a bra. Inevitably spending so much time preoccupied with how her breasts felt and having a heightened sensitivity to their movement and touch was causing a reaction. She hadn’t really been conscious of it at first but by the middle of the afternoon she was really noticing how the bra grasped and held her breasts as the blackmailer had the day before. She had also discovered a heightened awareness that certain movements like rolling her shoulders created a very pleasant sensation as her breasts shifted and her nipples rubbed against the inside of her bra.

She had a half-hour break before Physics, her final class of the day. All day she had dreaded the idea that this point in the day would come. She had gone back and forth between what she would do. However, in the end there really was no question. Yesterday she had let an unknown stranger fondle her rather than risk exposing her pictures. By comparison, this seemed much less personal.

Physics lecture was in the big lecture hall. She ducked into the girl’s bathroom and into a stall to make the required changes. ‘Required’ changes. The thought sent a surge of anger through Julie. All day she had been distracted by this thing. Impulsively, angrily she pulled her bra and blouse back on and stormed out of the bathroom.

It was a large lecture room with a recessed lecture area in the front. Julie took up a customary position in the back of the room and spread out with her book bag in a neighboring seat. She sulked in her seat thinking about the blackmailer and in a moment of fear wondering why she had disobeyed.

Professor Wilcox had been sitting in the front row as usual, always willing to provide a bit of free pre-class tutorial to the needy. As the students settled in he had moved up to the speaker’s podium and flipped on the overhead projector. He fastened on his microphone and tested it and then paused and raised a manila envelope off of the podium.

“Now, before we begin, Miss Robbins, You’ve got mail!” He held the envelope out theatrically in her direction.

Julie was unsure what to do but when he continued to hold it out with no signs of moving on she realized that she was supposed to go down and take it from him. She got to her feet, moved over to the aisle and not wishing to either delay the class or remain the focus of it she hurried down the stairs toward Professor Wilcox. Her mind spun all sorts of thoughts. What did he have for her? Was he the blackmailer checking her blouse? Or passing her another threat?

“What is it, sir?”

“I don’t know. It was here on the podium. But it has your name on it.” He handed it off to her. “And now, let’s start with a review of the problems from yesterday’s quiz. Some of you…..”

Julie headed back up the steps to the back of the room as Professor Wilcox’s words drifted into the background and she pondered the envelope in her hand.
Julie reached her seat and self-consciously placed the envelope in her lap. Her curiosity was bubbling over. She thought fearfully about what the envelope might contain. She realized her every thought was that this was an envelope from her blackmailer. What had she been thinking by disobeying? How had he so quickly started his retaliation? She shivered at the prospect and the support of her bra as she shook now felt like no support at all.

She waited impatiently until she was satisfied that the attention of the class was no longer on her. For a couple of guys it seemed like that had taken several minutes. Then she tried as quietly as possible to open the envelope glancing around and over her shoulder to make sure that no one was looking.

Once it was open she could immediately see that it was, in fact, a picture of her lying on the bed stroking herself. Stuck on the face of it was a bright sticky note that she pulled as discretely as possible from the envelope.

“Here is your picture. Hope you followed directions. Leave the bra on your seat when you leave. Check your mail before 6PM tonight.”