Jeans, blouse, bra, thong, flats

Julie pulled the various parts of her chosen outfit out of her closet and dresser, and set them on the bed. What she had chosen looked a lot like what she might wear to school, but it definitely had it's differences, too.

Like the thong. It was bright red, and not something she normally wore. In fact, she only had a few thongs because of a few dresses that she didn't want pantylines in. She pulled the thong up, then put the matching red bra on. As she reached for the blouse, she was kind of disappointed in the feeling of the underwear on her body. She missed the breeze by her pussy, and the liberating sensations of not wearing a bra. She shrugged. Maybe she was playing her blackmailer's game, but she could put a bit of her own spin on it later.

The blouse she had chosen was a semi-sheer white one. She hadn't worn it in quite a while, as it had stopped fitting properly when her breasts had blossomed. Putting it on, she found it was much tighter than the last time she had worn it. She managed to button it to the bottom of her breasts, it's tightness making her red bra stand out through it. She could just see the insides of her bra peeking around the edges of the blouse, and its' buttons strained to hold it shut. It's hem just grazed the tops of her hips. She grinned naughtily and reached for the jeans.

The jeans were a tight low-rise set, which took her a few minutes to wriggle into. When she had them on and fastened, she turned to the full-length mirror in her room. Spinning, she could see a hint of her thong peeking over the back of her jeans. Their tightness really helped accentuate the curves of her ass, too. She ran her hands over her breasts and down to her hips, already playing out parts of the upcoming day in her head.

A honk out front startled her. Glancing out the window, she could see a cab parked out front, which meant it was time to go. She stepped into a pair of worn flats next to her door, and hurried downstairs. Stepping out on her front porch, she made sure her emergency key was safely tucked away, then ran through the cold drizzle to the cab. She felt the cabbie's eyes roving over her as she got in, and she wriggled a bit for his benefit before they were off, heading towards her blackmailer's game.

The park wasn't that far outside of town, maybe 5 miles or so, and the drive was over almost before it began. As she went to exit the cab, the driver reached through the center partition and handed her and envelope, telling her her fare was already paid. She smiled, thanked him, and stepped out into the drizzle. Opening the envelope, she found the map within, thankfully laminated so it wouldn't be damaged by the weather.

There were seven marks on it, six looking like little photos, scattered across the map. The seventh was on the far back side of the park, and looked like a phone. The photo marks were located at the parks restroom, as well as a few other sites within the park where people gathered, such as the rapids in the creek through the center of the park, and the small lake people often swam in.

Julie looked at the currently empty parking lot, and realized she would have at least a little time to get a few of the photos before other people began to show up. A glance at the sky revealed the clouds were thinning. This weather wouldn't last much longer before the sun came out, and people would begin coming to enjoy the scents of the woods again. Her only question was where to start.

(Author's note: I've been intentionally vague in several of the sites in order to allow others to add ones, if they so choose. Also, it is possible that her blackmailer may leave more than one photo at a site, or place nothing at a site.)