Pick it up.

Submissively, you nod and bend down. Your rear pushes upwards, and you can feel the man's eyes starting at it. Suddenly, you feel the fabric of your skirt lift. Alison pulls it up, giving the man full view of everything down there. You pick up the lipstick, and stumble straight back up with a face burning red. You hand it to her, unable to look straight at the man you just mooned.

Alison winks at him, and urges you farther down the street. You hope you'll never see him again...

"You really are the best kind of friend," she says, bumping her hip into your own. "This is going to be a fun day."

You whimper.

"Here's another command. Do not, under any circumstances, touch your hands to your skirt."

You gasp. But, what if a wind comes? What if she tries to pull up on it again? You said you'd do everything though, so you grudgingly agree.

Soon you pass by a group of men around your age, though you don't recognize them much. You think you may have seen them around, though you don't know them by name. As you walk past them, you grow more and more nervous about your lack of undies. But you keep your hands away from the skirt, and luckily, the wind seems to be nothing more than a gentle breeze.

You feel her hand take the bottom of your skirt, and your body seizes up. No! But as you stumble by, she just pushes you playfully and returns to walk by your side. You sigh with relief.

"I had you going there for a second, huh?"

She definitely did. But what if next time, she did it for real? The anticipation was ****.

"Say, let's finally get away from here. I think you've had enough of being ogled by strangers for now. Don't you?"

You nod immediately.