Finish the game

The more Julie thought about it, the more she realized she would be better off just finishing the game. It afforded her better control of her circumstances, denying her blackmailer some of his control. It felt like she was resisting, if only slightly, and it made her feel a bit better about her current situation.

She sighed, leaning her head back against the trunk of the tree. She'd need to get moving again. With a faint groan, she took the map and studied it.

After noting where Julie was heading, Mark had doubled back towards the center of the park again, trying to get a feel for how many people had come so far. The clearing clouds and rapidly warming temperatures seemed to be bringing a pretty decent crowd out to the park. There were already a half-dozen or so at the rapids, plus a young couple he had passed on the trail there, headed towards the back of the park. He guessed there were a few more people in other areas of the park again. Hopefully more would come soon.

He'd headed back up to the campground, hoping to catch up to Julie before she'd moved on. If he lost her, finding her would be difficult, if she went for the other photos. She only had two left to grab, both towards the front of the park, but on opposite sides. He smiled slightly, realizing Julie had put herself in a bit of a bind, having to traverse the length of the park, then cross it, then head all the way back again, before she could begin gathering her clothes, unless she quit now. Then again, she'd still have to cross the park barely dressed, and he'd be able to give her "suggestions" as to what to do on the way out, and back home.

Upon arriving at the campground, Mark had taken a good look around, not seeing her anywhere. Annoyed, he'd begun to head towards the tree where the photo was hidden, intending to see if she'd found it and moved on, when a faint movement in the tree caught his eye. Ducking behind a tree, hoping he hadn't been spotted, he took the binos he'd been watching her with, and focused on the movement. His smile returned as he spotted her muddy bare feet and tanned legs dangling off the branch he'd left the photo on. He settled in to wait, absentmindedly rubbing his semi-stiff cock through his jeans.

Julie had taken one look at the map and groaned again, realizing just how much ground she was going to have to cover for those last few photos. There had to be people in the park now, though she hadn't seen anyone yet, and getting these last two photos was going to be harder than the rest had been. On the other hand, those same people would see her, see how little she wore. The thought was exciting, drawing her attention to the last two photos, plotting her path down the trails to them. All that was left was a meadow, frequented by families out picnicking, and the old mineshaft on the hill.