[shynessincarnate]

Zoe realized that she had stopped breathing, surprised as she was at coming face to face with Luke. ‘Shit’, she thought, ‘I pick this as my first prank and get caught, figures’. Zoe had never been a good liar. She had never been put in a situation in which she would have to invent a cover story either. As such, she fell right into Luke’s web.

“Oh God”, she stuttered. “It’s just a stupid prank I got talked into doing by the other girls. They told me it happened every year” she continued, waiting for an answer from the boy, but he merely looked at her, a slight grin on his face as he made sure she saw the camera he was holding. “Come on, please don’t tell the councillors”, she begged. “I’ll bring everything back to your tent”, she persisted. Luke seemed to be taking extreme pleasure in making Zoe feel uncomfortable and she started to panic when he continued to hold his tongue. It was almost as though he expected her to say something. Finally, not being able to stand it anymore, she broke the silence once again, having no idea how much the words she’d speak would have an effect on her life: “why aren’t you saying anything? What is it you want me to say? What is it you want me to do?”.

“That’s more like it.” Luke said, with a hint of a smile still playing around on his handsome face. His hair was tousled and the blond strands stood out in the moonlight a bit, “Seems you’re in a bit of a bind, aren’t you... You don’t want me to go to the councilors, fine. In return, you’ll agree to do various tasks and commands that I will set. That means that you basically obey whatever I tell you to do.” He shrugged, “If not, I’ll see you in the councilor’s office tomorrow morning.” he paused for only a moment more, then turned as if to walk away.

“Wait”, Zoe said, anxiety gripping her once again. She took her hair elastic out once again, letting her hair cascade around her shoulders. “Wait”, she repeated. “Don’t you think that’s a bit intense? I mean, it’s just one stupid prank? And well...” Zoe’s arguments seemed to hit a wall, each word she managed to sound out became weaker and weaker as she saw that the boy in front of her would not budge. “Fine”, she said “but what do you mean by ‘various tasks and commands’?” she finally asked, before putting her hands in her pockets and looking at the ground.

Luke shrugged at first at her protests. He wasn’t planning on backing down, not now that he had her in his clutches, or rather in his camera. “Oh just some small things...” He was very noncommittal with his remark, since the things he had in mind were not exactly what most people would accept right away, then again, maybe she would. “Since you stole my underwear and that of my friend, you can take your own off right now and hand it to me...” He clicked his fingers and held out his hand, “Come on.”

At first, Zoe was certain that she hadn’t heard right, she couldn’t have. However, as she studied Luke’s traits, she saw that he was serious. Immediately, she became flushed with embarrassment and she was certain that despite the cover of darkness, it was plain to the boy. She tried to find a way out of the situation, but couldn’t. After all, she had agreed and her father had taught her that you were nothing if you couldn’t keep your word. At first, she thought of turning around, but she was afraid that the mischievous teen would sneak pictures of her as she removed her underwear. Placing her hands under her shirt and behind her back, she expertly unclasped her bra. Then, she placed each hand in the opposite sleeve to get the straps off her shoulders. Finally, with shaking hands, she pulled on the bra to remove it. ‘That was the easy part’ she thought. Next came the panties. Zoe was thoroughly relieved with her decision to wear shorts for the day. She put her left hand up the hole to her right short leg and grabbed the waistband. Then, she pulled down on the stretchy cotton fabric and painstakingly drew it over her knee and off her leg. The other side was easy to take care of and she removed her panties with a triumphant feeling; she had managed to remove her underwear without giving Luke the satisfaction of seeing her try to hide behind a bush or tree to first remove her clothing.

Looking up at Luke she remembered the second part of her task: handing her underwear over. She took a step forward and stopped in her tracks as a flood of embarrassment came over her. ‘Oh God, my panties are wet’, she thought ‘I can’t let him have them. This is so embarrassing’. Trying to buy some time, Zoe threw her bra to Luke while keeping her panties in her hands, placing them behind her back. She tried as best she could to wipe the moisture off as subtly as possible and waited to see how he would react to receiving only one of the two pieces of clothing.

He shook his head as she went about taking her underwear off. Surprisingly, and very cleverly, she managed to do it without showing more than a little bit of skin. He still took pictures though, especially of her taking her panties down her legs. When she tossed the bra at him, he caught it deftly, draped it over his shoulder and held out his hand, “Panties too...and don’t think you’re going to get away with trying to hide them from me like that.”

Zoe was annoyed with herself at how things had turned out during the day. Twice, she had been put under pressure and, not being able to think straight, had given a rash answer that had gotten her into some form of trouble. Knowing full well that it would be hard to back out now that Luke had pictures of her, she put her panties in a ball and threw them at the boy. “Ok, we’re even now” Zoe said once her underwear had been caught. “That means you can erase the pictures and I can go get some sleep”, she continued as she walked towards him in the direction of her bunkhouses.

Luke let out a soft chuckle, “In your dreams Zoe...” he shook his head, “I told you that you weren’t going to get away with not giving me the panties when I asked.” Oh yes, he had her now, and he wasn’t going to let her get away from him. He was going to make sure that he had plenty of fun with her, “You don’t get to go back to your bunkhouse just yet....first you have a choice to make...have you ever gone streaking before?”

“Streaking”, Zoe mumbled to herself, trying to remember what it meant. Then it hit her, she recalled hearing Camille brag about a dare she’d done that required her to streak across the football field at a party. Immediately, Zoe felt herself shake in anticipation, surely he wasn’t expecting her to streak through the grounds, was he? “No, I...I’ve never gone streaking”, she finally said with a trembling voice.

Luke had thought as much. He had counted on it. She wasn’t the kind of girl to do that anyway, unlike some of the other girls in their class at school...that girl Camille for one. Not many people knew that it was actually Luke that had dared her to do that. He chuckled softly, “Good...I hadn’t thought so. Of course, you don’t get to decide if you do it or not..” he laughed, the mischevious tone returning to his voice as he knew he had her backed into a corner, “What you have to decide is which part of you to show off. You’re going to take off your shirt or your shorts and hand it to me as well, then. You’re going to streak through the boy’s tents, in front of the bunkhouses and down to the bathhouse by the lake...I think there are towels down there...once you get there you’ll take off your other piece of clothing and run to your bunkhouse, where I’ll be waiting to recieve the last bit of your clothes...THEN you can go to bed...and I suggest you make up your mind quickly...”

‘And what if I don’t?’ Zoe thought, but did not mouth the words; she already knew the answer to that question. That did not, however, help her answer the actual question at hand: what *would* she take off to streak? She knew she would do it, knew that she had to do it, if only to appease Luke and perhaps satisfy his need for revenge. ‘Besides’, she thought, the boys would be pranking the girls the next evening, ‘perhaps I’ll be able to get even with him then’. But, that, was another matter entirely. She looked down at her slender body wondering: do I remove my shirt or my shorts?

Your choice:
1) Should Zoe start off her streaking without a shirt?
2) Or should she start it off without her shorts?