A new task as punishment

The phone kept ringing. Julie waited until the last minute before picking up.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I am very disappointed in you, Julie. A simple finger in your own ass, and you couldn't do it. The copy room was empty -- you should have just gone bottomless, silly girl."

"Sorry," Julie whispered.

"Sorry's not going to do, Julie. You are going to have to make this up to me. I want you to go back in the copy room and write a name and phone number on the photocopies of your breasts. But I am going to be very nice to you -- it's not your name and number, but your friend Ashley's."

That didn't sound so bad to Julie. Ashley had been a very poor friend the last few days.

"Once you are done that," her blackmailer continued, "I want you to take the stack to a boys' washroom. But alas, the boys' washroom is always messy. We don't want the nice pictures of your breasts to get wet, so there you will lick clean a nice part of the boys' sink counter."

"Eew!"

"You will then set down the 25 photocopies of your beatiful rack bearing Ashley's name on the clean, clean counter."

The blackmailer hung up. Julie shuddered. As disgusting as licking the boys' sinks was, it was still better than the blackmailer's videos leaking out.