Just leave the park.

You mumble that you just want to leave the park. Somebody already saw your bare nethers, and you don't want the rest of the park to know. Damn Alison and her devious ways. At the very least, if you got out of the park you could find a more private place to feel frustratingly exposed.

"Aw. You don't want to feel that excitement any more? All those people watching, and all it takes is a little breeze and..." she whispers, flicking once again upwards on the edge of your skirt. You press your thighs together, pushing down on both the front and the back. You shake your head.

"You're no fun, even if I don't believe you right now. Let's get going then. C'mon. Out of the park we go. We'll go for a walk around town. Surely this is better than before. Imagine walking around the whole town, with those panties rubbing... Mmm," Alison purrs.

You ignore her and follow, soon departing the park and enter back into the town. You can't help but continuously watch everyone around you, as if they could somehow see up your skirt. There's also the tension that Alison is going to suddenly yank it up again.

"So, let's set some ground rules. You're going to do everything I say today, no matter what."

You look shocked, and ask why.

"Because I'm in control here. I'm the only one that knows your secret. If you don't obey, you'll be punished... Mkay? I think you understand your predicament. You wouldn't want me to do something crazy," she bites her lip, taking hold of your skirt's edge.

You shake your head quickly and agree.

"Good! Let's keep going then. There's gotta be something to do in town."

As you walk through the neighbourhood, you pass by a middle aged man watering his garden, and Alison greets him with a wave. She pulls you to a stop, and you start to worry what horrible thing she has planned. She reaches into her purse and begins to dig around when suddenly a lipstick falls loose and lands on the road directly opposite of the man's house.

"Say, Jane, pick that up for me please."

You can feel your heart beat in your chest. You know what she wants, and you know something bad will happen if you refuse. Your eyes lock onto the man's, cheeks glowing pink.