From part one:
Catherine once again receives another threatening text from the blackmailer instructing her to meet his partner-in-crime Joyce at a construction site of a theme park, where her task is to earn back her clothing by collecting all the money hidden throughout the place. The change in title of the story is to avoid confusion with an earlier story written.
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"Here, put this on," said Joyce as she passed the fully nude Catherine a step counter, like a mockery of her current situation. "Make sure you switch it on from here."
"What's this for?" asked Catherine as she wore the bracelet, the only thing besides the heels she was technically wearing. "Why are you counting my steps?"
"It's sort of like a second condition... Lazarus told me to tell you to check your steps after you're done with everything."
"Lazarus?" asked Catherine. "Is that his name?"
"He calls himself that. He helps women find their sexual rebirth. Like he did with me, and like he's doing with you now," explained Joyce.
Catherine looks up to see Joyce gazing into the distance wistfully.
"Though, he told me you're one of the hardest he's had to crack. Most women have a slutty side begging to come out; you just need to find the right situation. With you, there's been all these layers we've had to peel," replied Joyce.
"Jesus...How many women has this guy targeted? Are you his accomplice now or something?" asked Catherine, somewhat appalled at the matter-of-fact manner of Joyce about the things they've done. Catherine almost forgot to cover her naked self with her hands, at which point started to seem pointless. Though the futile attempt served to rest her nerves a bit.
"I'm his paramour, the first person he cracked," replied Joyce with a smile. "He helped me find myself."
The two soon reached the bathroom right before the main construction area of the theme park itself.
"We're here. This is where it gets tough. I suggest you use the bathroom if you need to. There won't be another opportunity," instructed Joyce.
Aside from being vulnerable and cold, Catherine was feeling super bloated from the long drive and walk up to the site; she desperately needed to take a piss, regretting drinking all that wine in psyching herself up for the task.
"...Okay," mumbled Catherine as she proceeded to walk clumsily in her heels to the bathroom area, hoping there wasn't anyone in the vicinity. She could only hear some guys talking in the men's side, hoping to God they wouldn't come out at the wrong time.
"Hey, what're you doing?" yelled Joyce as Catherine stopped in front of the female entrance, turning around to look back. "I didn't say you could use the bathroom? That's for respectable, civil people. You're a piece of meat animal, so go like one."
"What do you want me to do?" asked Catherine sheepishly, resigned to her label. Here she was hoping she could duck out in the lady's and avoid the guys altogether, but it seemed Joyce was fully intent on the men seeing her in her shameful, naked state and maybe having a go at her while at it.
"You can either pee in the men's urinal, or go on the ground where you stand," said Joyce, her feet pattering impatiently, confirming Catherine's fears.
Catherine knew they were out to break her, and this was but the first of a rough and degrading night. Remembering there were those guys in the men's room, she was divided as to whether she would either pee on the ground like a dog, let the men see her doing that and hopefully not fuck her; or go into the men's and pee into the urinal where they'd definitely fuck her.
Her body was an hourglass of flesh, with her slightly aged skin wrinkled in the right places. It was still largely supple and smooth; her breasts were nicely developed albeit slightly sagged from motherhood, and from her back to her ass was a superb lined curvature, just the right proportions of fat and fleshiness. She was a bona fide Milf, and if she was up for taking, those guys were definitely not going to refuse.
"GUARD'S COMING!" shouted Joyce suddenly, which prompted Catherine to turn to look; true enough, there was a random security guy coming their way; some sloppily-unformed old dude who was way beyond his retirement, lazily shuffling his feet while making his rounds towards the main gate where they were at.
Joyce herself dashed into the female toilet and stood vigilant just at the entrance behind the wall, making damned sure Catherine wouldn't sneak her way in.
