Choices...

"Very good, Julie, very good indeed. That was quite the display you put on. In light of your shameless little display there, I'm going to give you another opportunity to earn a few more of those pictures back. Now don't speak. Wouldn't want to give the game away, would we?"

Julie swallowed, her face still bright scarlet after her earlier displays, her emotions a confusing swirl within her. As much as she dreaded what task he might have for her next, she couldn't help but feel another slight surge of warmth from her loins as he spoke.

"I've left four pictures in your locker, along with a pair of scissors." Julie's heart skipped a beat at that. Four pictures? But at what price, and why the scissors? And how had he gotten into her locker?

"Your blouse has six buttons on it. The cost of each picture is two buttons, which you will cut off of your blouse and leave in your locker. That covers three pictures. The fourth will cost you your shoes." The buttons Julie understood, but her shoes?

"As I recall, your mother comes home early today. After you pay the toll for those pictures, you will walk home. Since I believe you should have a chance to succeed if you pay the entire price, I've already ensured that you're excused from gym today. Also, I should mention that you are not to attempt to tie your blouse closed, or otherwise secure it shut, after removing those buttons. I will allow, however, tucking it into your jeans, but that's it."

Julie looked down at the simple flats she wore and cringed. Not only did he know about her, he knew about her family's comings and goings, too, and he was taking advantage of that. On a normal day, walking home took about fourty-five minutes, and she'd get there about the same time as her mother. Barefoot would be different story. Her tender soles wouldn't take kindly to the pavement, and even with the extra time from missing gym, she wasn't certain she could make it home before her mum. That, however, became the least of her concerns rather quickly.

"I may text or call you with additional tasks on your way home, no matter your choice regarding how many pictures to take from your locker. While I will be generous and make these tasks optional, completing them as well may yield benefits for you. Oh, and Julie, I don't recommend trying to cheat me and taking pictures you haven't paid for. The consequences will be, shall we say, dire? Class is ending soon. You'd better get going." With that, her blackmailer hung up.

Julie glanced at the clock and swore under her breath. If she snuck out of the library now, she'd have maybe five minutes to figure out how much she would pay, and get out of the building before her classmates noticed her. She eased towards the library door, noticed that the librarian and her teacher were deep in conversation and not watching it, and slipped through it into the hallway. Turning towards her locker, she set off, shame, fear, lust, and humiliation swirling through her confused mind. Her libido refused to abate, between her strange attraction to her blackmailers authority, her sensitive nipples rubbing against her blouse, and now the rough seam of her jeans rubbing her now-engorged clit.