Time to Earn another picture

Julie sat in her room alone for a long time. She wanted to talk to someone but could not think of anyone to call. She thought about calling her friend Ashley but didn’t know how she could really explain what was going on. Everyone thought she was such a goody two shoes. She knew she could tell Ashley about Jason If she had to. But fingering herself? And could she even begin to describe the embarrassment of being blackmailed and of having some unknown guy touching her? Even being in the same room where that had happened….

She finally **** herself to start on homework and was clicking along at a good rate on her essay for English Comp when the ‘ding’ of incoming mail switched her, as though from some Pavlovian nightmare, from enthusiastic student to expectant victim.

She switched to her e-mail and there was, in fact, a new one with the subject “One down…..” She wanted to ignore it, to make this all go away, but not knowing what it said was worse and so she opened it and began reading.

“One Down…
Now was that so bad? I gave you one of the pictures of you stroking yourself. Thought you would want those back. I can’t help looking at this other one and thinking how happy Jason looks getting his rod stroked. You must be good at that.

Ready for the next picture. You will notice it is not actually a question but a statement. As in, you better be ready. Here is how you earn the next one.

Tomorrow you will wear the same clothes to school that you wore for our meeting this afternoon except include one of your nicest bras. And of course you can wear panties. Before your final class of the day you will go in to the bathroom and take your bra off. Now I don’t think you are ready to be parading around braless all day but I think you can manage one class. And you will. Otherwise I’ll send this one picture to one person that you know. I won’t tell you who but if you make me do it I expect that you will hear about it soon enough.

You do not need to reply to this e-mail. I know I will have your answer in school tomorrow.”

Julie sat staring at the screen for a while. Her mind raced with all sorts of possibilities, images and fears. She never went braless. When she had tried it once before she had been constantly distracted by the odd sensation of her breasts loose and swaying inside her blouse.

She made very little additional progress on her paper and went to sleep still unsure of what she would do tomorrow.