Nope

Even though her phone was within reach Betsie couldn't react. All she wanted to do was pick up the phone and scream 'SAVE ME!' down the line. Betsie didn't care who was calling, all she wanted was a saviour. However Betsie had to keep her legs spread and her hands were being used as a push up bra and shuffling on her bottom wouldn't get her very far very quickly.

Considering the situation Tom reacted very smoothly. "Do as you're told and answer the phone as if everything is normal."

Betsie leapt into action. She grabbed her jeans, pulled her phone from the pocket. 'I'll show you normal,' thought Betsie as she answered the phone. "What?" Betsie could hear her mother sigh at the other end of the phone. That was not what Betsie had wanted to say. She wanted to scream down the phone like the hysterical teenager she felt like. Instead she had used her usual petulant tones.

"Have you got the delivery get?" said her mother in tired tones.

"I'm getting it," Betsie said in her usual bratty voice. In her mind Betsie was screaming 'save me!' down the phone in a **** voice. 'Just order me to do something, anything!'

"When you've done that can you get a birthday card for your Aunt Susan?"

"Can you not fucking get it?" Betsie began do despise her usual self.

"Can you just do as you're," began Betsie's mother. Upon hearing the start of the sentence Betsie felt joy rising up in her soul. "You know what it doesn't matter. I'm not fucking arguing. I'll see you later." With that the call ended, along with Betsie's hope. Betsie stared at her phone. She wanted to cry however Tom wasn't about to give her a moment to rest.

"Do as you're told and get back into position." Betsie spread her legs wide, put her phone on the ground, cupped her breasts and smiled. "Do as you're told and turn around." Betsie had originally been facing the house and Tom when she had first gotten naked but Tom was now behind her because he had taken a selfie so she was currently exposing her pussy to an empty doorway. As Betsie turned she realised anyone in the street would be able to see her exposed snatch. Her smile betrayed the horror she felt. "You are truly beautiful," said Tom as she completed the turn.

"Tom if someone drives by they'll see me." Betsie began to panic.

"So?" Tom did not begin to panic.

"So! Er, so they might, er, yeah they might phone the police!" Betsie patted herself on the back. There was no way Tom would continue doing this if he thought he would get in trouble with the law. At least that's what Betsie hoped.

Tom seemed to consider Betsie's words. In the world of erotic fiction that Tom regularly read nobody got arrested for indecent exposure and if they did they normal got away with it after some sex act with the arresting officer. Tom knew that was highly unlikely to happen in real life and he knew his parents would kill him if he ever got in trouble with the police. Then again this was real life and his neighbourhood crush was naked and obeying his commands so Tom felt braver than usual. "You're right," said Tom.

'Yes!' Betsie celebrated in her head. The celebrations soon faded as she watched Tom gather up her clothes. "What are you doing?"

"Can't leave your clothes out here," Tom said matter-of-factly.

"W-what?! I need to get dressed," said a confused Betsie.

"No point. You'll just have to get undressed again." Before Betsie could respond Tom had collected all her clothes and ran into the house. She could hear him taking the stairs two at a time. Betsie's eyes scanned the street looking for signs of life. She didn't know if she wanted to see anyone watching her or not. There would be more embarrassment if she had an audience but there was a chance someone could come to her rescue. Betsie was tempted to scream at the top of her lungs to try and attract attention when she heard Tom come bounding down the stairs. On his way out he grabbed her package which he placed between Betsie's legs. It was about the size of a shoebox. Tom was breathing hard but Betsie didn't know if that was because of exhaustion or excitement.

"Do as you're told and stand up," Tom said after a moment. Betsie complied, glad to get off the ground. "Do as you're told and pick up the parcel." Betsie did her best to maintain her dignity when following his orders, she didn't want to put on any sort of extra show. She held the package in one hand across her chest while the other hand covered her crotch. "Do as you're told and put the package on your head and use both hands to keep it in place." Betsie had no energy left to fight Tom's orders with so she stood with the box on her head, she felt like an African woman carrying a water jug on her head. The position of her arms meant that her breasts were lifted. Tom appreciated the effect. "Do as you're told and walk slowly and sexy to your house." Tom got out his phone as Betsie began to move.

'Fuck my life,' thought Betsie as she began her slow walk of shame.