Take the Subway, 2nd path

"Nice job on Phil. He seemed to enjoy you."

Julie gasped, wondering how the blackmailer could have possibly known, and he laughed.

"I've got eyes everywhere, don't you worry. And it's a good thing, given what you've got on today..." Jule peered around again, reminded of how little she had on as the blackmailer spoke.

"Anyways, you've earned the first video - it's behind the phone book." Jule reached in under the phone, sliding out the phone book before grabbing the tape. There was a ticket of some kind taped on top of it, and she peeled it off as the voice on the other end continued.

"Don't wreck it too quickly. There's something on top of it you'll need." She took the ticket off, recognizing it as an all day transit pass before peeling the film out of the cassette, pulling it out as she held the phone to her ear with the other hand.

"Impressive." Mark had to admit he was a little surprised she had thought of just destroying the film in the tape rather then the whole cassette, but that was besides the point as he continued. "So you have the pass, right?"

"Yes..." replied Julie hesitantly, thinking about riding the bus or train in what she was wearing now - she couldn't stand the thought of all of the lower class people riding the train in their normal clothes ogling her barely covered body.

"Who's tape do you want next?"

"Jason's." She answered quickly.

"You'll be getting on the subway, riding to the northern part of the city, Trenton Station. There's a pay phone there where I'll call you in one hour. If you're not there, the videos go out."

"But...."

click

Julie sighed, idly fingering the pass in her hands. She had ****; her parents and friends just couldn't find out about what she'd done. So what if a few people saw her in a bikini and shorts? She just had to think about it like being at the beach. A beach where nobody else was wearing a bathing suit.

With determination, Julie strode out from the booth, ambling down the side walk and down the stairs. Pretty much everyone, no matter gender, age, or race, stole a glance at her as she walked by them - the men to ogle, whether young teenage boys or older men, even one guy who was old enough to be her grand father couldn't help but leer and grin at her as she walked past the ticket buying station, licking his lips as Julie shuddered, trying not to ponder what he was thinking about right now...

But the women were worse. Some of them scoffed, or shook their heads, especially the older ones, but more then one raised their eyebrows in curiosity, and she found their leers more disgusting then most of the guys. At least guys she was in to, but not girls.

As she walked through the doors onto the platform, more then a few people didn't bother hiding their stares, and she shivered despite the heat of the day; apparently the city's transit system felt it suitable to cool their platforms a bit, and she hugged her arms to herself to try to warm up a bit, feeling her nipples press against her pink bikini top. From the looks of it, she wasn't the only one, as a group of guys leaned against a nearby poll just to look at her.

She tried moving away, but the guys stayed with her, and the few times she met their gazes she felt them stripping her with their eyes, and she shivered again, discreetly rubbing her tits with her arms, but not to keep them warm. Just as her hand started to idly go down to her shorts to 'adjust' them, a nail gently tracing down her midriff, the guys watching her every move, the subway finally showed up.

Thank goodness, she thought, and she got onto a mostly empty car. A few people got on with her, and while one or two of them kept staring at her, for the most part. A couple of guys got on with her, but one of them took a seat facing away from her, messing with some equipment in a bag he placed on the seat opposite him.

There were some people staring at her as she walked on, so she sat down on a seat of her own to try to hide as much of herself as she could. A couple of people still stared, but it wasn't so bad, as she clasped her body together, wishing the air conditioning wasn't so high.

As the train sped to its destination, a gangly black teenager walked in, sitting in the seat across from her despite the fact there was empty seats all over the car.

"Heya."

"Hi." replied Julie nervously, wondering why this person was talking to her now, of all days.

"Warm day." he replied, smiling in a way that made Julie uneasy as she looked back at him, and she kept staring out the window, folding her arms over her chest and her legs together as tightly as she could.

"Come on now baby, don't be like that..."

At that, Julie had had enough - there was nothing saying she had to let this creep leer at her all day - so she got up, intending to sit somewhere else, but the guy grabbed her arm as she tried to get away.

"Let go of me. I don't want to sit with you." That might offend him, but Julie didn't care at this point, as all she was concerned with was not doing more then she had to already, but the guy kept smiling, his right hand going for his jacket.

"Who said anything about sitting? I think you should stand up?" He was wrestling something out of his pocket, and Julie pulled her wrist out of his grasp.

"I don't have to do anything you ask." she snapped, but her face fell as she saw what he was getting out.

"Funny. Some guy told me you would for this." He had pulled out a video cassette with a familiar name on it scribbled in a black sharpie - Jason Landis - and quickly placed it inside of his jacket.

His expression told her that he could see the shock on her face, and what that meant.

"Now, I don't think you should be sitting." As he sad that, the train stopped, and several guys got on on the far side of the car. "Let's go closer to them."

"No...." In response, he yanked her towards him, and the guys began to take notice.

"If I hear that again, you don't get this tape, and I get to tell our mutual friend you didn't hold up your end of the deal." He grabbed her ass, and squeezed it as some of the guys started looking. "For the rest of this ride, act like my girlfriend."

His hand cupped the bottom of her ass cheeks, his fingers tracing her bare ass inside of her shorts. "Unless you'd rather be something else..."

With ****, Julie numbly followed him down the carriage a bit, away from the guy and middle aged woman, and he sat down at the far end of a bench, near the middle of the car, as he leaned back.

"I want you to stretch a bit. Let them see your ass."

Sparing a quick look at the guys, who were giving her lasting looks as they talked in their seat a fair distance away, she put her back to them, reaching down her legs as far as she could, and they all got a great view of her barely covered butt. After that, she turned to them, arching her back before spreading her legs as wide as she could without falling (the train was moving, after all), and touching the floor, giving them a great view down her chest.

Eventually, she had done enough 'stretching', and turned to her tormentor.

"Just a warm up for what you're doing next. Now," he pointed to a nearby pole, "dance like a stripper."

Julie hesitated, glancing at the guys and back at him, but the guy shook his head.

"Do it, or you don't get this tape."

She grasped the pole hesitatingly...how far was she willing to go in order to prevent this tape from getting out? How far could she go before she went too far?

As she hesitated, and the train stopped again, picking up no new passengers on her carriage (mercifully), the guy glared at her, and started to get up....