Blackmailed Exhibitionist Pt. 02

Chapter Two

THE EARLY RUNS

"I've been planning your first adventure," Donna said at our Wednesday lunch date. The Racoon Diner was busy with businesspeople, professors from the local college, and students. It was the first time I'd seen her since waking up in my own bed Monday morning and wondering how I got there. I'd been late to work at the real estate office.

"I was thinking something small. A streak though the park early in the morning," I suggested.

"That would be a good start, I suppose, but remember that each task must escalate," Donna mentioned.

"Escalate?" I asked.

"I've been reading the stories you sent me. In every version, the heroine is pushed by her blackmailer to more extreme challenges. Isn't that true? Name one story where that doesn't happen."

"I guess it does happen in all of them," I uncomfortably realized. "But I don't want to get crazy."

"Honey, you gave me this job. You told me you need to be pushed, and pushed, and then pushed again, and that's what I'm going to do," Donna insisted. "You gave me the power over you and I'm going to use it."

"How far are we talking about?" I asked.

"I won't tell you that now. It's not part of the game. Which you already know. This is your fantasy, and I'm playing by your rules."

I was not terribly pleased with what Donna was saying, but assumed it was just a tactic to motivate me. We talked about the park and arranged to meet.

* * * * * *

We picked an early Friday morning, an hour before dawn. Only hardcore joggers would be there. On the one hand, it was only a mile from my apartment. On the other hand, people I knew sometimes did runs or worked out on the trailside exercise equipment. I would need to be watchful.

Donna drove. She was dressed. I was already naked in the passenger seat, my clothes lying on the floor behind me. I ducked down so other drivers wouldn't see my bare breasts. It was very embarrassing, and in a strange way, thrilling. Like I had always imagined. I realized this was something I never would have done on my own.

"Now remember, you only need to go from the south entrance to the north entrance," Donna said. "There are plenty of trees and bushes to hide behind if you need them. I'll be waiting just outside the gate with your clothes."

"This is so scary. Until now, I didn't really think I'd be doing this," I replied.

"That's what you have me for, isn't it? Now get ready."

We stopped just outside the south entrance, a stone arch lit by two lampposts. If there was anyone on the sidewalk, they'd see me. I looked out the window, hesitant to get out of the car.

"Maybe I should take my sweater, just in case?" I suggested.

"No, nothing. Now get going," Donna urged.

"Donna, I think I've changed my mind. This isn't--"

"You are doing it. Now get out of the car," she demanded.

I hesitantly stepped out on the sidewalk, both hands covering my perky breasts. Donna pulled the door closed. A brief wave of panic hit me. I turned around and reached to reopen the door. Donna smiled, having anticipated my lack of resolve. I heard the door lock as I desperately pulled on the handle. The car pulled away from the curb, leaving me standing there, completely naked. I ran into the park, separated from my clothes. Just like in the stories.

Well, here I was, at last. My dream. A really frightening, crazy dream. Outdoors. In public. Totally nude! The cool morning air felt good. The light breeze caressing my trimmed kitty was stimulating. The feeling was unbelievable. Everything I ever hoped it would be. A strong sense of liberation, sensuality, vulnerability, and danger. Why had I waited so long to do this? I almost wanted to touch myself down there but decided to get on with the mission. A cement path meandered through the middle of the park, crossed by several other paths. Trees loomed all around me, and then the park opened up for flag-football and soccer fields. There was enough light from the occasional lamppost to see if the coast was clear.

A jogger! I nearly panicked, jumping off the path into bushes. It took several moments for him to run by while I held my breath. I looked out again. Was there anyone else? I couldn't stay in the bushes all night, it would be dawn in another thirty minutes. I sucked up my courage and made a run through the open grass fields, imagining it was day and sports teams were playing. Hundreds of young men and spectators would be looking at me! Boy, would they be shocked! Just thinking about the idea was arousing, but there was no time to dwell on it.

I reached the trees on the other side. Almost there, I thought, but then I saw more people. Two seniors, a gray-haired old man and a short, silver-haired woman, were walking their small dogs. I hid behind a wooden bench waiting for them to pass, and to my utter dismay, they stopped and sat down. Oh, my God, how long would they be there? The dogs discovered me and started sniffing as I tried to push them away. The two old folks were talking about their grandchildren, possible trips together, and what medicines they were taking. They seemed to be taking forever. I was getting very worried about the time.

"Watching the dawn from here is so lovely, isn't it, my dear?" the woman suddenly declared. "I enjoy our strolls so much."

"Yes, Martha, let's watch the park come alive today," he replied. "We'll just sit here until breakfast." They kissed.

You can imagine my reaction. How could it get worse? It couldn't. With no other options, I held my breath, crawled a few feet, and jumped up, running like hell. The dogs started barking but were held in check by their leashes. I assume the old couple saw me, but I don't know, because I never looked back. They probably watched my cute little butt disappear into the darkness.

I saw the north entrance up ahead in the shadowy light, and more trouble. Cops! They must be looking for me! I dropped down behind a slender trash can, hardly any cover at all, thinking I could try for the west entrance instead. Or backtrack the way I came. But Donna wouldn't be there. It was awful. Then I realized the cops weren't looking for anyone, just standing around drinking coffee. After ten minutes, they wandered off in different directions. It was now dawn. I saw sunlight breaking over the hills to the east. I ran the last fifty yards and out the gate, not caring who saw me.

There was no car. Donna wasn't there.

I sat down on the sidewalk next to the brick wall and started to cry, and then got hold of myself. It was only a mile to my apartment, and I was a good runner. Even barefoot, I could do it in fifteen minutes. I stood up and got going, staying close to the wall, holding my breasts so they wouldn't jiggle too much. Dawn broke in all its glory, and I was running naked through the city. A driver slowed to look at me. Another honked. A UPS delivery man stepping out of his van was so shocked he dropped his packages. Thank God no one tried to stop me, it was so embarrassing.

Fortune finally smiled on me. After a few minutes, I saw Donna's car up ahead, stopped at the corner. I waved, but the car started moving. Turning in the wrong direction. Though I didn't want to call attention to myself, I shouted for her. Shouted as loud as I could. The car stopped and the door opened.

"Finally, I've been looking everywhere for you," Donna said, heading back to her house. "What happened?"

"I got trapped behind a bench by old people reminiscing," I explained. "I was hunched down on the grass being licked by their dogs. Hearing all about their endless infirmities was really boring."

"We'll need to make backup plans for when we get separated," Donna suggested.

"I don't know if I want to do this again," I replied.

"It's too early to give up after all the work we've put in. Wasn't it exciting?"

"Yes, I suppose so. I was getting turned on," I admitted.

"The next mission will be better planned, you'll see," Donna assured me.

"I guess that's okay," I reluctantly agreed, looking in the backseat. "Hey, where are my clothes?"

"When I got out to look for you, I thought it was better to lock them in the trunk," Donna answered. "It wouldn't be good to have them stolen."

"Let's get them out," I said, sitting next to her nude.

"We'll be home soon, have patience," she replied, taking a long look at me.

* * * * * *

"Okay, mission number two, the lake," Donna said while we sat at my kitchen table. "This should be an easy one."

"The lake can get crowded," I feared.

"It will be late at night, after the dinner hour is over. Most people will be headed back to their cars. We'll position you behind Hanson's Eatery, dash along the beach, and go out on the pier. I'll be in a rowboat waiting for you. You remember my dad. He and I went fishing on the lake all the time, so it's no big deal."

"Is there any swimming involved? The water can get very cold," I said.

"No, no swimming. I can get the boat right up to the dock at the end," Donna replied. "You'll just need to climb down the ladder to the water."

To be adventurous, we picked a Friday night. Donna pulled into the crowded parking lot, finding a place somewhat in the middle.

"You can't strip here. Too many people," Donna said, looking around. "We'll have you strip beside the restaurant where it's dark."

"Sounds good," I agreed, nervous to see so much activity.

We walked down a cement path to the wide beach. It was a mile long with restaurants and nightclubs to our right, open space for beach goers, bait shops, souvenir stores, and restrooms to the left. No overnight camping was permitted, but there were fire pits. I saw two in use by small groups. A hundred yards to the left was a parade area with a gazebo adjacent to the pier. The area was largely dark.

"A milk run," Donna happily said, taking me in the other direction.

We passed Beaker's Bar with its big outdoor patio, Web Horn's Ice Cream, a closed clothing shop, and turned towards Hanson's Eatery, going around the far side into the narrow alley. No one was there.

"Okay, I arranged for my father's rowboat to be removed from storage," Donna said. "It's down there across from the Shore Patrol headquarters." She pointed around the edge of the lake to our right where a spotlight lit up the state park flag. It showed a slight breeze.

"That's a long walk," I pointed out.

"Not so far, and I'll be walking fast. I should have the boat at the end of the pier in an hour. That will be eleven o'clock. There's a clock right there on the watchtower in front of us, so you won't have to guess. From here, you should reach the dock in fifteen minutes. Add a little extra time in case you need to hide. It's dark down near the water."

"Makes sense. Are you sure getting the boat there will only take an hour?"

"I've been doing it since I was a teenager," she answered, sounding a little offended. "Now take off your clothes."

I slowly undressed, Donna watching me with eager stares. As I dropped off my panties and stood totally nude before her, she looked far more excited than I would be. There was a lustful gleam in her eyes that I hadn't noticed before, and an unspoken smile, like a private joke. Three years younger, I was slim and athletic. My breasts were round, my stomach flat, and I had a nice little triangle of brown fur covering my treasure box. She quickly bundled my clothes and stuffed them in a cloth grocery bag with a Careless Drug Store logo on it, tying the handles shut with a double knot.

"Do you want to leave your clothes here or have me take them on the boat?" she asked. "You only have one set, so you need to choose."

"If I leave them here, would I be naked in the boat?" I responded, having not considered that.

"That's right. But we can row right up to the beach here. It's only a twenty-yard dash to the alley, so if something goes wrong, you'll know where your clothes are."

"What might go wrong?" I stupidly asked.

"It's just a precaution, Tracy. It's getting late. Time to decide."

If I was cut off from the pier for some reason, being able to come back for my clothes would be better than having them out on the lake. No one was going to see me naked in the boat.

"Let's leave them here," I said.

Donna went to a big dumpster and stuffed the bag underneath, only the handles visible.

"I need to go. Keep an eye on that clock," she said. "You are so brave. I know you can do this." She kissed me on the forehead.

She was gone. Now all I had to do was hide naked in an unlit alley for forty-five minutes and then make a two-hundred-yard sprint along the shoreline. I felt the lake location gave me an advantage. With the poor light, some may think a running girl might be wearing a skimpy bikini. That's what I would think. For now, my clothes were close by, giving a sense of security. Once I was out of the alley and on the move, with people jumping up looking, returning anytime soon would be impossible.

Did I really want to do this? Sadly, I did.

I heard a door. A skinny busboy emerged from the restaurant with two large plastic bags of trash. I jumped behind a stack of discarded plywood boards as he went to the dumpster. He opened the top with one hand, looking tired and bored, and tossed the bags in with the other. Thank goodness he wasn't looking in my direction.

The top slammed down as he stood back and turned toward the restaurant door where bright light was streaming out. I needed to stay low. Another few steps and he'd be gone. My heart was pounding. And then, to my dismay, he turned around, looked down, and saw something. He bent over and yanked on the handles of the Careless bag!

My pounding heart stopped. He had my clothes, but seemed confused, not sure what it meant. He looked around. I waited, unable to breathe. And then, to my great relief, he opened the dumpster and threw my bag inside. I'd be able to retrieve it once he was gone. I got up, ready to move the moment he was back inside.

It wasn't meant to be. The busboy took several steps, stopped, took another step, and then stopped again. He turned around. My hopes sank when he went back to the dumpster, raised the lid, and reached inside, pulling out my bag. He kept a tight grip on it, closed the dumpster, and went back to work, shutting the door.

My options had dramatically narrowed. I had no idea how long Donna would wait at the end of the pier, the parking lot was crowded, and the alley would be active with more workers before long. And I was fifty miles from home with no money, no credit cards, and no phone. I wondered if my planning hadn't been good. I looked at the clock. It was a fifteen-minute run, and I still had twenty. I had to go now, and fast!

I only paused at the mouth of the alley for a moment, then ran the short distance down to the water. There were glimpses of turning heads, but I didn't look back, making a sharp left and heading for the lights of the gazebo in the distance. I should have been terrified. I wasn't. I felt exhilarated. Challenged. The cool air on my bare skin was intoxicating. I needed to clutch my breasts to keep them from bouncing. Not that they were that big, but they did jiggle. When I glanced to the side, I saw startled faces. So startled they didn't even raise their phones to take pictures. Were they able to see my face? Would they chase me? Would they catch me?

I passed the broad patio at Beaker's Bar, nearly empty so late in the evening, getting a few more surprised looks before disappearing into the darkness along the shore. Did they even know I was naked, or only suspect? Dear Lord, I felt so hot. So alive. If there was time to stop and play with myself, I might have considered it.

One of the burning fire pits had been abandoned. A group of teenagers surrounded the other, guzzling beer and smoking weed. Thankfully, if the Shore Patrol came along, they would be after the underage drinkers before coming after me.

The plaza with the gazebo loomed ahead, and the pier extending out into the black lake. I was almost there. And then another surprise. A large van suddenly pulled into the plaza! What was that all about? I needed to run faster. I needed to reach the pier before the driver emerged to do whatever he was going to do. Run! Run!

I reached the pier seconds before the driver's door opened, breathing hard as I fell on my ass behind a pylon. A large man in coveralls stepped out holding a clipboard and waved to two more men. They opened the back of the van, getting ready to unload something. I watched, still gasping for air, wondering what they were doing. Another van pulled up, and then two more. And more after that. The upper end of the plaza became a beehive of activity.

And then I saw the sign stapled to a pole next to me. "Free Concert Tonight at the Pier. Midnight to 2 a. m. Bring Your Dancing Partner." Oh my god, I thought. Why didn't Donna know about this?

I waited until no one was looking and ran a few yards back across the creaking wooden planks. Then I ran a few more yards. No one was looking in my direction, and the dark night was my friend. Finally, I reached the end of the pier, searching for the ladder Donna mentioned. And there it was. I leaned over the railing and looked down. It was exactly eleven o'clock, so my timing was perfect.

Donna's timing wasn't perfect. She wasn't there, and there was no boat.

Not again! I thought. Why was Donna never where she was supposed to be? She was the one planning these missions. At least the end of the pier was deserted, and the concert would be in the plaza, so I was safe.

Wrong again. The concert may be in the plaza, but not the vendors. Suddenly, the entire pier lit up with bright overhead floodlights, forcing me over the railing and down the ladder. I was perched on weather-beaten struts, my head just high enough to see the activity. I saw a hotdog stand go up with large colorful signs. Ice cream. Pizza. Games of chance. A fortune teller. As each booth was assembled, they got closer and closer to me.

What was I going to do? The water was too cold. There was no boat. Should I try to run past all those people? And go where? My clothes were gone. Donna was on the lake, not in the parking lot, and I had no car keys. There was only one thing to do. Climb down to the small wooden landing held to the dock by chains and keep back as far as I could. People would be coming to the end of the pier to look at the lake. I didn't want them looking at me.

There was more noise. Voices. Music. I could hear crowds gathering, laughing and sometimes singing. The vendors shouted for attention, trying to draw customers. The fortune teller predicted happiness and long lives. Dozens of people came to the end of the pier in small groups, standing right above me, admiring the water and making small talk. Some were lovers, using the romantic spot to share kisses. Only the dark water directly below them offered me any protection.

It went on for hours, and I was frightened every second. The joy and arousal I had felt earlier disappeared, replaced by dread. Where was Donna? And then I found out.

"Did you hear about that poor girl?" a young woman said from eight feet above me.

"No, what's that about?" a young man answered.

"She was in a rowboat, and it overturned. Right here on this lake. She barely got back to shore alive," the young woman answered. "The Shore Patrol has her at the medical center."

"That's terrible," the young man said. I don't think he thought it was terrible; he was just trying to seduce her.

"The report says she's doing fine," the young woman concluded.

"Interested in getting a beer?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered. "It's getting cold out here."

It was a miserable night as I nearly froze on that damn floating platform. The landing would rise up and down on the lapping water, and it constantly banged against the pylons. I fought to keep my hands clutched on the boards, desperate not to fall off. I was approaching despair.

After the concert ended, most of which I could hear well, vendors had to pack everything away. The stage was dismantled. Workers loitered around the gazebo drinking beer and swapping gossip. It went on forever. And then the cleaning crew showed up. Security guards arrived to watch the equipment leftover from the concert. I wondered if I should surrender myself to the cops. Would they handcuff me? Keep me naked? March me through town to face justice? Would reporters take pictures? Oh, my Lord, I was getting aroused again.

The noise finally faded away. I would have climbed up the ladder to see, but I didn't have the strength. I wasn't running anywhere. And then, out of the cold damp darkness, I saw a rowboat. It was fairly close but going past me.

"Donna! Donna! Over here!" I hoarsely shouted. Unwisely, perhaps, for I could not be sure if anyone was standing above me. The boat turned. I would have waved a flashlight if I had one. But I didn't need to. A flashlight found me.

"Sorry, I ain't Donna," an old man said as I was lit up like a Christmas tree. "Are you a girl? A girl without clothes on?"

"Yes, sir, can you please help me?" I begged.

"What kind of trouble are you in, girlie?"

"Naked trouble," I answered.

"Well, I can see you ain't no thief. Let me help you into the boat."

I climbed over the side into the bow, clinging with both hands. The boat and platform were moving, making it hard to keep my balance. The old man kept his flashlight aimed at me the whole time, getting an unobstructed view of my lady parts as I crawled over before him.

"Where ya looking to go?" he asked.

"The restaurant parking lot. I'm hoping to meet a friend there," I managed to answer.

"What's in it for me?" he questioned, pulling on the oars with grunts.

"What do you want?" I answered, expecting this question.

"I would sure like to have sex with you."

"I'll die first."

He continued to row hard, despite obvious disappointment. "Maybe we can find a compromise?"

"Yes, sir, of course," I agreed. "As long as it doesn't involve you fucking me, fucking my ass, letting your grimy fingers into my pussy, or sucking your wrinkled dick."

"Well, girlie, you're sure taking the fun out of this fishing trip. I usually do catch and release, but I don't want to throw you back. Can I touch your tits?"

"Yes, you can touch my tits," I conceded, glad I didn't need to bargain on other points.

We reached the shore just after dawn, delayed by a ten-minute make-out session with my breasts. For a bald-headed old geezer, he had a wet tongue. I almost let him do more, feeling an urgent need coming on.

"Do you have an extra shirt?" I asked, climbing out of the boat.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, got a real nice blue flannel shirt," he replied.

"Can you please let me have it?"

"I could, girlie. I surely could. But I won't," he said with a laugh. He raised his phone, snapped off several quick photos, and pushed off back into the lake. I never saw him again.

My only hope now was that Donna would be at her car waiting for me. I watched the restaurant workers moving around in the alley getting ready for breakfast. The moment it looked clear, I walked calmly up the beach so as to not attract attention and then hustled through the alley into the parking lot beyond. There were only a dozen or so cars, and one of them was Donna's.

Thank God, I thought. I'm at the end of my endurance. I've got to get home. Get a bath. Go to sleep for a thousand years.

Donna wasn't in the car, and the doors were locked. I looked around with no clue what to do. Was there a note? Keys hidden somewhere? My brain was scrambled. And then a car entered the lot. No, two cars. Three. Four. I got down on the ground to crawl under Donna's car, trying to ignore the rough asphalt. A car parked right next to me. Another stopped two spaces down. Entire crews began to arrive, parking in every direction. One group didn't go into the restaurants. They set up a grill selling fried eggs, bacon biscuits, and sausages with grilled onions. They smelled great.

I'm not sure when I fell asleep. I remember bright daylight, and feet everywhere. I was awoken by a voice.

"Honey? Honey?" she was saying, shaking my arm. I was still lying under the car. "Honey, are you okay?"

It was Donna. I began crying.

In a flash, she had me buckled in the passenger seat and we were driving out of the parking lot. She was wearing fresh clothing different than the night before.

"What happened?" she asked with earnest concern.

"Where were you?" I answered, my head drooped against the window.

"Where was I? What kind of question is that to ask?" she said, growing angry. "I was in such a hurry to meet you that my boat struck a buoy. It overturned. I barely managed to swim to the beach, where the Shore Patrol took me to the medical center. Then they asked a hundred questions. My clothes were soaked. I lost the car keys in the lake, so I had to get a ride home and then rush all the way back. So where was I? I was in hell trying to help you!"

"I'm sorry, Donna, I didn't know. We won't be doing this again," I apologized.

"Yes, we will. I didn't go through all of this to be a quitter, and you're not a quitter, either. We won't give up. Understand? We are coming back better and stronger. The next mission will be the biggest one yet!"

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To be continued...