Jen's Walk

Author's note

I've intended to write this as a complete story, with and a beginning and endings. As such I'll be keeping this private- this may change in the future. The story was inspired by someone I met in a chatroom a while ago who claimed something similar happened to her. I'm not certain I believe them, but it sparked the idea for this tale.

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Where is she, Jen thought. She stood off to the side of a trail cutting through a forested area of the local park, some distance away from the main rec grounds where most people gathered but the trail was still common with cyclists and joggers. A couple riding their bikes had passed a few minutes earlier, paying no real attention to Jen who appeared to just be out for a walk. I just want to get this over with.

She heard another bicycle coming and turned north, seeing Eve ride into view. Eve gave a tiny wave and smile by way of introduction, slowing to a stop next to Jen. Her flat black hair offset her pale white skin, even more contrasted by the dark red lipstick she habitually wore. In her late twenties, Eve was very thin, slightly taller than average and slight of frame.

Jen was a complete contrast when seen standing next to Eve. Reaching the age of 42 six months previously, she had light brown, wavy hair with natural volume, ivory skin with freckles dotting her shoulders and upper chest, and a full figure with the curves Eve lacked. She was about 10 pounds overweight, all gathered in her hips and butt, but she was comfortable with this and how she looked.

“Nice day for a walk,” Eve said.

“I guess,” Jen said coldly.

“Oh come on, you don’t have to be like that.”

“Well how do you expect me to act? Thrilled?”

Eve only smirked in response. She knew Jen hated every moment of this, probably hated her very presence by now, but Jen had no say in the matter. Not if she didn’t want to avoid a heap of trouble and possible jail time.

More sound came, this time from the south. Two older women walked into view wearing shorts, t-shirts and tennis shoes, out for a power walk. They waved hello as they passed Eve and Jen, not stopping their conversation. Eve waited until they were out of view before pulling a plastic bag from her back pocket.

“Shall we begin?” she asked.

Jen glanced around hesitantly before committing to action. In one swift movement she grabbed the hem of her dark blue t-shirt and pulled it over her head. She dropped it into the plastic bag and started unfastening her jeans.

“Honestly you should consider yourself lucky,” Eve teased, “I could have gone straight to the cops.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it,” Jen stepped out of her jeans, sloppily folded them twice and stuffed them into the bag.

It had all come about from several expensive repairs popping up in a short period of time. Hot water heater breaking, the transmission on her husband’s car trashing its gears, the refrigerator dying and needing to be replaced in a hurry.

“Oh come on now. You haven’t thanked me a single time,” Eve giggled.

Jen paused and looked at her. “Thanks.”

She and her husband both took second jobs once they realized their savings wouldn’t be enough to get them through this, but that didn’t patch a roof leak which was an immediate problem when spring brought rain. No family members could spare a few hundred in a loan and the bank wasn’t willing to extend a home equity loan due to her husband defaulting on student loans for a few months. The very same bank Jen worked at for years denied them a small loan, extending no goodwill when it came to bad credit.

Having had to step out of her sandals to remove the jeans, Jen picked these up and put them in the bag. She knew Eve’s rule, one wasn’t naked if they weren’t also barefoot.

The only source of money “available” wasn’t the most legal source. Jen mentioned it to her husband after the first big repairs cleaned them out. He was adamantly against it. Then that roof leak, the last straw. Credit cards maxed out on a $3k transmission and everything else, and the refrigerator wasn’t even replaced yet. Jen knew she could get away with it. She had worked in the cash processing office of the bank for years. When she wasn’t running the money she placed numbers in the system and calculated balances. Eventually her husband agreed, and they would keep their second jobs to repay it. She “borrowed” five thousand dollars and carefully adjusted her handwritten balance sheet to account for it. She fudged numbers on paper and the computer for a few weeks until the roof was fixed and she could put the money back. All the numbers were fixed the second Jen was on a data entry shift, her original balance sheet dug up and readjusted back to what it should have said the whole time . It would have worked.

But Eve figured it out.

“You might want to hurry before someone else comes along,” Eve said, smiling.

Jen wasn’t sure how Eve had realized or when, but she didn’t hint at knowing until a few months after the money was repaid. She and her husband had managed to rebuild some savings and left their second jobs. Their son was no longer unattended in the evenings- he was a good teenager and they weren’t overly concerned that a temporary lack of parenting would result in him straying but it was a relief to get back to normal.

Then one day at work at the end of their shift, Eve had approached Jen and put her finger to her lips before holding up her cell phone. A picture of Jen’s balance sheet from the night the money went missing, with the incorrect numbers. Eve swiped the screen, the next picture showing a printout of data the week before the theft. Another swipe, another printout, after the money had been taken. Two more swipes, ending with Jen’s corrected balance sheet. A paper trail, maybe not conclusive proof of theft in itself but enough for the bank to start an investigation. Checking the security cameras would show her re-writing the handwritten balance, itself an offense that could get someone fired unless management approved the change in advance. And Jen was sure IT could probably find evidence of her altering the numbers in the system, further sinking her ship.

Eve took her phone back, put her finger to her lips again and winked. “I think we should grab lunch sometime, get me your number in the next day or two.” A shocked Jen could only mutter her agreement. They’d barely spoken before today, only greetings at the start of a shift and occasional pointless banter about weekends. She had no idea what sort of person Eve was or what she had in mind. But the next day she provided her phone number.

Now, standing in the park and vigilantly watching her surroundings for any oncoming people, Jen reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. It slipped off her shoulders and down her arms, revealing her c-cup breasts, nearly reaching the d size. The bra went in the bag and Jen slipped her thumbs into her panties before sliding them off, uncovering her ample hips, round ass and shaven vagina. The second Jen dropped her underwear in the sack she was hit with an intense feeling of humiliation and fear. She stepped backwards, off the path and into the tree line. She felt sticks and pebbles lightly poking the soles of her feet, uncomfortable but not painful. If anyone came by now she could at least hide and potentially avoid being seen.

Eve smiled as she tied the handles of the plastic bag together before she looped them over her handlebars. “Okay,” she said, “I’m going to take off, need to get home and finish a few things before work tomorrow. I’m going to leave your things in the trash can in the parking lot-“

“That far?” Jen demanded, eyes wide with shock.

Eve giggled, “yes, that far. Don’t worry, there’s lots of trees the whole way there, I’m sure you’ll manage to keep your modesty.”

Jen’s heart sank like a rock. She was expecting a short walk like before, nothing like this. She’d had to walk at least a mile from that parking lot to get to here, and now she’d have to walk that whole way back, in the middle of the day.

“So the clothes go into the trash can where you can collect them. Did you leave your phone in your car like I mentioned?”

Jen nodded.

“Hide the car key on the tire?”

Another nod.

“Good, so you can get to the car before grabbing your stuff if you have to. Text me some time tonight so I know you’re not trapped out here!”

With that, Eve wiggled her fingers in a taunting “good-bye” and pedaled off north along the trail, towards the busier area of the park and the distant parking lot.

Jen stood frozen in fear. Four in the afternoon in late spring, her tormentor had taken away her clothing and left her with a mile walk before she could get dressed again. At a regular pace she could have made the walk in about fifteen minutes. Now, knowing she would have to hide several times, likely many times, to avoid being seen, she had no clue how long she would be out here. Glancing up and down the path to make sure no one was around, Jen stepped out of the trees and started briskly walking up the trail.

***

Eve had never put her through anything like this before, not even close. The first weekend after Jen had shared her phone number Eve had texted her, asking to meet at 11:00 PM outside of a mall. The mall was closed and only a few streetlamps illuminated the parking lot. Jen had stopped her car and waited nervously, uncertain what Eve wanted. If she wanted money, they’d barely started rebuilding their savings. There wasn’t much to be had.

Eve pulled up in her car shortly after Jen arrived, rolled down her window and beckoned her to get into her car. Jen slid into the leather seat next to Eve and asked what she wanted.

“Oh, only three or four little things, and it won’t cost you a penny. I’m sure you were worried about that, but that’s not it at all. Just think of it as a little game I want you to play. Ready?”

Without waiting for an answer she shifted the car and drove ahead. Neither woman spoke during the short journey, but Eve kept looking back towards Jen’s car as she moved. When she was about fifty yards away she came to a stop.

“I’m being pretty nice this time, short distance and you can stay in the dark the whole time. Hop out of the car for me.”

Jen was shocked when, standing alongside the car, Eve told her to undress. She started to argue but Eve held up her phone and smiled. Completely at a loss, Jen did what she was told. Looking back it was simple, and maybe as close to safe as this sort of thing could get. Walk back to her car carrying her clothes, then get dressed, head home and Eve would text her in a few weeks.

Eve’s next text asked to meet shortly after midnight, just outside of Jen’s house. The second round of her “game” was worse but not by far. Leave her clothes with Eve, walk a ways down the street until she passed under one street light, then turn around and come back. It went without incident, and Jen did it without argument. If this bought silence and kept her out of trouble it might be a small price to pay.

This time, though, walking over a mile through a public park during the day, it was too much. There was no way she wouldn’t get caught. Even with all the trees to hide in, the odds were against her. Her nerves were causing her to tremble and the muscles in her neck were in a state of constant tension. She knew that if she was seen like this, it would be sheer humiliation for her.

Over the few minutes she’d been walking no one had come along the path towards her. She paid closer attention to what she heard rather than what she was looking at, knowing that she would likely hear someone approaching before she saw them. Or at least hoping that she would.

Turning a slight bend she saw the path fork in two directions. The path to the left was the more direct route back to the parking lot. It was basically the main trail through the park, with other paths splitting off here and there, but it was also the trail that was taken more often by those who wanted to come this way through the woods. The path to the right was marked with a sign warning hikers and bicyclists that coyotes were known to be in the area. Jen had also once heard that the bees up that trail could be aggressive. As such the path was far less frequented. But she’d biked up that path herself twice before and never had any issues. Despite that direction being a long way around to the parking lot, the likelihood of hiding from less people might mean faster progress.