The next morning, Cathy fawned over her husband and daughter as if her attentions would keep them from leaving her. She was afraid to be alone, because her tormentors somehow seemed to know what her schedule was and when her family was there and when they were not. Unfortunately, her husband eventually had to leave for work and her daughter had to leave for school.

She sat alone on the couch, staring into space and trying to think of how she might get out of her predicament. Suddenly, the phone rang and she almost jumped out of her skin. Reluctantly, she got up and went to the kitchen.

"Hello?" She said, finally getting up enough nerve to pick it up on the tenth ring.

"Good morning, Cathy." said the female voice "are you ready for more fun?"

Cathy wanted to scream at the woman, but she bit her tongue and remained silent instead.

"I gather your silence means that you are, so go check your email right now and follow the instructions we sent you." Then, suddenly the line went dead.

Tears of frustration and anger trickled down her cheek as she entered the family den and turned on the computer. The glow of the computer screen emphasized the furrowed lines of her worried brow as the familiar "You've got mail." crackled from the speakers.

She opened the message and began to read the following.

"Before you read any farther.open the attachment and look at it, then come back and read the rest of this message."

Nervously, she clicked on the attachment and watched as a picture began to fill the screen of her computer. Through her tear blurred eyes she immediately recognized that it was a photograph of herself, and it was taken the other day when she stood on the corner with her blouse unbuttoned and flapping in the breeze while she was on the phone with one of her blackmailers.

Until now, she wasn't sure whether they were watching or not and she was thinking that maybe she could just fool them into believing she was really playing along with their sick demands, but now she knew she would have to follow their instructions until she could find a way out of this mess.

Angrily, she closed the picture and returned to reading the rest of the message.

"Nice picture, Cathy.you look so slutty showing your bra of in public and we really enjoyed the show. As a matter of a fact, we enjoyed the show so much we figured it was a real shame to keep it all to ourselves, so we decided to share and you're going to do a repeat performance. Well, not exactly a repeat performance�after all, we wouldn't want you to get bored doing the same thing over and again, so today you are going to go downtown Chicago on a little shopping spree.

One of the main things you are to buy is a blank book that you will use to keep a diary, and from now on you will start keeping a record of everything we have you do.what you did.what you wore.who saw you, and more importantly how it made you feel. But, first you need to get dressed for your little shopping trip.

Today, you will wear your pink spandex aerobic outfit with the white leggings that's in the bottom of your dresser drawer. Yes, Cathy.we know a lot about you. If you remember your little party with the 8 men, you were having such a good time that afternoon that you didn't notice when a few of them took the opportunity to do some snooping around your house.

Now, we know how much you like running around dressed like a slut, but we have to think of any young kids you might come across, so we want you to also like you to wear the short, wrap around white skirt that's in the dresser with your aerobic outfit. As far as shoes go, your white high heels with the 3 inch heels will do nicely. But, that's it.no bra�no panties, and not even a coat.

Once you are dressed, you are to drive to Chicago and park at the Natural History Museum, where you will look for a public telephone and call us at the same toll-free number we gave you last time."

Cathy slumped in her chair and cried. Her mind was a twisted mess of incoherent thoughts. The one thought that was clear and which kept coming back was who and why?

Like a zombie she turned off the computer and went to her room and stripped. She opened her dresser and dug out the aerobic outfit with the matching skirt and dressed as she had been directed. Only when she was finished did she dare look into the full length mirror and she was appalled at the slut that returned her gaze. Her eyes dropped to her breasts. Not only were their size and shape clearly visible, but it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples could be made out through the thin material. When she was outside and that cool air hit her the look would be positively obscene. The tiny skirt barely covered her butt. She looked like a common streetwalker peddling her wares. She sat on the bed and cried again.

Finally, she composing herself, she cleaned up her face and made her way to the car. She didn't think during the drive. She just drove. Numb. Before she knew it, she was at the museum. She parked and got out. She looked around and found a pay phone near the entrance. As she passed an elderly couple, the man stared at her breasts until his wife gave him a jerk on the arm and she gave Cathy a glare as they passed. She couldn't make out what the woman said to her husband, but she was sure it had something to do with her and the way that she was dressed.

Cathy picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"Hi Cathy. You made pretty good time. Now turn around and face the parking lot as we talk. Remember those twin assets of yours are public property now. Now, you are to walk up 12th to S.Plymouth and then turn right and walk to Dearborn. On the corner, you will find a pay phone. The walk from the Museum takes about 25 minutes or so, but you have only 20 minuets�so, you'd better hurry!" Then, the line went dead and she immediately at her watch and saw that it was 10:14.

She started walking, looking around at the buildings. Were they watching? Were they taking more pictures? So many questions. What was their goal for her? Her thoughts were distracted by a teenage boy whistling at her as she walked past him, and then she began to realize her current plight.

The air was chilly. Her nipples had hardened and were poking out the thin leotard material. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was already 10:19 and she was just crossing under the tracks, so she began walking faster. Unfortunately, picking up the pace made her breasts bounce more and the rubbing of the material on her nipples made them harder. She passed a woman, who gave her a cold disapproving stare. She moved up 12th past a group of men standing out side a caf and she felt all of their eyes locked on her bouncing chest as she hurried past them with a blush.

Checking her watch again she saw that it was 10:23. She turned onto Plymouth, where a group of black youths with a basketball called out to her. "Whoa! Nice goods baby. You wanna stop and have a little fun?" She ignored them. "Hey! Slut! Come on back here. I got something nice for you." She kept walking. 10:27. Her cheeks were burning from the shame and the cold air. She was almost there. 10:33. She rounded the corner. She saw the phone and almost ran to it. She picked it up and dialed the number again.

"Cathy, if you wanted to stop and play with those boys we would have allowed you more time." the female voice giggled. "Now go in the store you are next to and buy your book and then come out to the phone. We will call you back in 10 minutes." Then, the phone went dead.

She went in and bought the book. The clerk was a young man, who was especially slow in ringing up her purchase. He seemed much more interested in her chest than his job. She left the store with cheeks burning red in embarrassment.

The phone was already ringing when she came back out, so she ran to the phone and picked it up.

"Got the book?" The same woman asked her as soon as she picked up the phone.

"Yes." She responded.

"OK, now turn and look across the street. Do you see the 'Love Boutique?' "Yes." She said, looking across the street.

"Good. They have all sorts of fun things in there. We want you to go into that store and spend some time browsing. Look over the lingerie and check out the toys too if you like, but buy a nice half cup bra and a pair of g-string panties�the tiniest possible, a garter belt and stockings. Then, come back to the phone call us again when you are finished. Happy shopping." Then, the phone went dead.

Cathy hung up the phone and made her way across the street and entered the store. Thankfully, it was mostly empty. She looked around the store. There was a lone clerk at the counter near her, reading a magazine. She glanced and saw that it was a sex magazine. She forced her eyes to the rest of the store. There were signs hanging from the ceiling identifying the various departments. She saw signs that said "Videos", "Toys", "Magazines", "Fetish", and finally "Clothing".

She walked back through the "Toys" department towards the clothing and her eyes bugged and her cheeks burned when she saw the large collection of dildoes as she was walking by. Some of them were huge! She passed into the Fetish section and glanced about at the strange wares. Half of the things she couldn't even identify. She did recognize the handcuffs, gags and blindfolds and she shivered.

Finally, she reached the clothing section and she started looking through the items there. It took her some time to find a half bra her size. She blushed at how explicit the pictures on the packages were. In many of the pictures, the women's nipples were completely exposed.

She moved to the panties and found a pair quickly, no more than a small patch of material attached to a thong and a waist string. She shuddered at the thought of wearing them. Then over to the garter belts and stockings, which she found quickly.

When she approached the clerk, he laid down his magazine, leaving it open to an obscene picture of a girl performing oral sex on a large black man. Cathy turned her eyes away. The clerk picked up each item in turn, punching the numbers into the register. After Cathy had paid he put all the items in the bag except for the panties. These he held appearing to picture them on Cathy. Cathy flushed, grabbed the panties and the bag and stormed out of the store to the sound of the clerks laughter. Only when she reached the street did she realize she still had the panties in her hand. She quickly stuffed them into the bag and rushed across the street and dialed the number again.

"Cathy, do you see the bar next to the Love Boutique?" The woman asked, answering the phone.

"Yes." She responded.

"As a reward for obeying today, you will now go over to that bar and have a drink. One drink over an hour or so should still allow you to drive home safely. I know that bar and many of the people who frequent it. They are very nice people, so I don't want to get any reports back that you were rude or unfriendly to anyone there, understand?"

"Yes, I understand." She responded, after which the phone went dead.

Even with people still leering at her breasts, Cathy felt a little better as she crossed the street and approached the bar. At least she could sit down for awhile, because her feet were killing her from all the walking she was doing in her high heels. Hopefully, the bar would be dark and she could relax a bit since no one could see clearly. Plus�a drink sounded wonderful right now.

She entered the bar and looked around. It was very dark, but it seemed nice. Cozy and warm. It was clean and the furniture looked comfortable. She sat in a booth that was partially obscured from the rest of the bar by a column with hanging plants. Cathy relaxed for the first time since she had gotten out of the van back at the museum.

Suddenly, a waitress came over and set a drink down in front of her.

"But I haven't ordered yet." Cathy replied.

The waitress just pointed at a woman sitting at the bar. Cathy looked at the woman trying to see if she recognized her, but she couldn't see well enough through the darkness to tell, so she smiled and lifted the drink in a silent toast to the woman.

She sat and sipped the drink, enjoying the feeling of warmth that came over her, and started suddenly as the woman who had bought her the drink slid into the bench seat next to her.

"Ohhhh. You startled me. Thank you for the drink." Cathy said.

"I always try to buy newcomers to the bar their first drink." Replied the woman with a smile. "My name is June."

"My name is Cathy," she responded, shaking the woman's hand.

They talked, chatting about nothing in particular. Cathy noticed that the woman touched her a lot, on the hand or arm, but just thought to herself "What a friendly touchy person."

As they talked more, the touches became strokes on the arms and an occasional dropping of the hand to her thigh, but between the drink and Cathy's now more relaxed state and the warning not to be rude to anyone in the bar. Cathy accepted the touching, although it was beginning to get a little familiar.

Cathy realized her mind had wandered and she had just caught the word "advertising." "I'm sorry, my mind wandered, what were you saying?" She asked.

"Nothing�it looks like you've been out doing a little advertising." The woman answered.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." Cathy said, a little shaken.

Suddenly, the woman slid over closer to her, and with her left hand brushed lightly across the material covering Cathy's thigh. Cathy jumped slightly and the woman slid even closer until their thighs were making contact.

"Please." Cathy started.

The woman looked at her and smiled. "Playing hard to get are we? And, after you walked in here advertising like that?"

"I'm not advertising anything! I'm just on my way home from a workout!" Cathy exclaimed, sounding indignant.

"Bullshit!" said June. "No one walks into a lesbian bar dressed like that without expecting some action. And I'm going to be the woman to give you that action. Now, cut out the innocent act."

Cathy's anger flared. A lesbian bar! Damn it! She should have known her blackmailers were probably up to something when they were being nice to her. How dare they put her into this type of situation. She drew herself up and slid over, almost pushing June out of the booth as she got to her feet, gave June an icy look and then rushed out the door. As she entered the daylight again, her sudden burst of bravado evaporated.

She began to tremble. Had someone been watching her? Would she now be punished for being rude? Or, would they send out the tapes? Her knees felt weak as she began walking back towards her van and she tried to ignore the looks and comments along the way.

The next two days were a silent hell. There were no phone calls. No Email messages. Though relieved that there was no direct torment, her mind was working overtime picturing her husband sitting down to watch the mysterious tape that had arrived. But he was acting like nothing was wrong. Had they sent them out? Had he seen them? Her daughter was acting normal too. Had it all been a bluff?

Then, on the third day a package arrived. Inside was a digital camera and a note. "Against our better judgment, you are being given another chance. I have gotten reports that you were rude to a lady in the bar. I don't like that. But, one day you may be kneeling and begging her forgiveness. We'll see. In the meantime, study the manual for this camera. Learn how to use every feature. You will be spending a lot of time with it. Instructions will follow."

TO BE CONTINUED.