Her front door

The next ten minutes was a delirious haze for Julie, a brief sensation of a jacket being thrown over her, of someone guiding her to her feet. Another flash, a male voice telling someone else that she was drunk, and he'd get her home. A brief flash of pain as a bare toe kicked a rock. A warm leather seat against her bare ass. And then she dozed again.

Mark had decided he couldn't leave her there. As much as he'd enjoy the pictures, he didn't want her hurt or in jail, and who knew what would happen if someone else found her back there. So he'd turned around, draped his jacket over her, and somehow gotten her to stand and lean on him. Everyone he passed he would tell she was drunk.

His ploy worked, and a few moments later he had her at his car. Unlocking the door, he managed to get her into the car, her delirious moans falling quiet as she dozed again. He managed to get her buckled in, then hopped in the driver's seat and headed for her house. As he drove, he contemplated what he had learned of her today, and thought of what he should have her do the next time he was her blackmailer. He didn't think she was a wanton slut, but she definitely got off from being exposed. Maybe he could use that for a twisted game...

Arriving at her house, he managed to get her up to her doorstep, leaving a note in the pocket of his jacket as he left, before she could fully wake.

Julie finally woke up again as Mark led her up to her front door. Shaking her head, it took a moment for the brunette to process that she was sitting at her door, and that she could feel the rough lining of a jacket rubbing her nipples and breasts. Looking down, she saw a brown leather jacket she didn't recognize, long enough to cover her to mid-thigh. A slightly chill breeze blew across her bare legs and feet, flowing up her damp thighs, shocking her awake as it hit her still-wet pussy. She suddenly realized night was falling.

Julie bolted to her feet. If her parents were already home, she was screwed! Grabbing the spare key from beneath the mat, she almost didn't notice the faint crinkling of paper in one of the jacket's pockets. Practically naked, she nearly dove through the door, one hand fumbling for the paper as she scanned the house. How would she explain being in just a jacket and tattered shirt? Or the smell? Her panic subsided as she realized she had beat her parents home.

Finally withdrawing the paper from her pocket, Julie uncrinkled it, and read the note it contained, as she headed upstairs towards her room.

"Julie! That display at the park was rather erotic! It seems like you enjoyed yourself there.

I enjoyed it, too. That display was amazing. It was so amazing, in fact, I've decided to give you a few of the pictures I took there. I'll email them to you in a bit, along with some instructions for tomorrow. It'll be a fun day, trust me.

You'll probably want a shower. Take your time, and check your email when you're done."

Julie almost groaned. She'd pretty much forgotten for the day how she'd ended up in that predicament. Worse, her blackmailer had seen her out there, and had more photos with which to control her by. She cursed inwardly, wishing her libido hadn't clouded her judgement. Grabbing a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, she headed down the hall to the shower. She hopped in the shower, the warm water washing away the grime of the day, but the shower lacked the pleasure it usually brought. Before long, she stepped out again, toweling off and drying her hair before grabbing her sweat pants and tank top. Looking at them, then at the ragged remains of the T-shirt sitting on the floor, she realized she'd forgotten underwear. It was a slight change in her routine that surprised her, as she realized it didn't concern her like it might have in the past. Getting dressed, she grabbed the jacket and T-shirt, and headed back to her room.

Tossing them behind her bed (she just might have a use for that shirt again in the future!), she sat down at her computer and turned it on. As it finally powered on, she could see the new email alert, and she clicked on it, quietly dreading her blackmailer's next instructions...