The money

Mark stood in the next line over, watching Julie out of the corner of his eye, his camera surreptitiously aimed towards the $5 lying on the ground. He hoped she would take the bait, maybe give him a little something else to use as leverage, though, even if she didn't, there was still plenty of opportunities to be had.

Julie made for the money as fast as her bare feet would carry her, slipping past the people who crossed her path with graceful steps, and approached the $5 bill laying on the ground. As she stopped in front of it, slightly amazed no one had grabbed it, she remembered her fantasy of earlier, of just bending over...

Without realizing it, she had started to do just that, bending at the waist,legs straight, the hemline rapidly rising above the bottom curves of her ass, the front draping away from her flushed tits. As she grabbed the cash, she could feel the sun warming her bare ass, and she knew her wet slit was visible as well, glistening in the sunlight. She didn't realize her blackmailer was even now getting pictures of her, capturing this glorious moment for posterity.

Taking the money, she stood again, her shirt falling, as expected, just barely covering her nipples again, the hem dropping to fully cover her ass and pussy again. She realized she had nowhere to put the money, not that it would be a problem for long. Glancing about, she quickly sought out her options for spending this money. There was a booth selling ice cream up the way. She could get some, maybe lick on it a bit, maybe let a bit fall into her cleavage. It occurred to her she wasn't showing any cleavage, and she'd have to do something about that. Or there was the vendor that sold the foot-long popsicles. The things she could do with one of those.

On the other hand, there was a vendor selling dirt-cheap cloth shoes. She'd had to buy a pair once, after she'd lost a shoe in the press of the crowd, and learned they were absolutely terrible shoes, warranting far less than the $5 asked for them. Their laces would not stay tied, the soles might as well be paper, and they would most definitely have fallen apart by the time she got home. However...there were opportunities there for her to exploit, as well.