[Runesmith]

As she picked up the phone, it buzzed. "Any plans for tonight?" appeared on the notification, and Lynn's heart stopped. She definitely didn't want to meet her blackmailer, and most definitely not tonight. An instant later, she noticed that it was not a Kik message, but from iMessage. The message was from Jasmine.

It was a bit annoying. Jasmine has been always very friendly to her, but Lynn didn't really like the chatty, petite girl much. In fact, when Jasmine first joined, Lynn had been assigned as her "buddy" for a month, to help the new nurse get up to speed, and during that time, Lynn had been rather rude to her. Still, Jasmine always had a sunny disposition, and had always been nothing but nice to her. Lynn sometimes felt bad about the way she had treated Jasmine in the early days, but she simply couldn't bring herself to like the Filipina.

Lynn replied, "Nope", knowing the next message would be "Wanna hang out?". She wasn't disappointed. Leaving it on unread, Lynn checked for Kik messages, but there were none. Curious, she clicked on the app icon to see if her message had been delivered. From the way the app started up, she immediately realised that it had hung earlier. Not only had her message been delivered, but there were three unread messages, whose notifications had not been announced.

Cursing the buggy app, and the fact that her blackmailer had chosen to use such unreliable piece of crap, she clicked on the messages.

"Very nice," the first one read. "I can see you cunt was dripping wet, and not just from the piss."

The second had come in about half an hour ago. "I want you to go to Club Phoenix tonight. Wear a short skirt with white panties. There I want you to dance with three men, and while dancing, I want you to grind your crotch on them and touch their crotch with your hand."

The third was even worse. "After the third dance, I want you to take off your panties in the club area (not in the toilet) and leave them under your table."

Lynn's face resembled a ripe strawberry as she read it. This was impossible. This was so dirty. Yes, she had the occasional one-night stand, but she wasn't a club slut (as her mother derisively called girls who partied hard). She preferred to sit and wait for a man to buy a drink for her, and then have a couple of non-body contact dances before thinking about taking him home. And taking her panties off in the club area? That's so dirty. Would anyone notice? Somehow just the thought made her treacherous cunt warm and wet.

Club Phoenix wasn't the kind of club she preferred. It was, in fact, full of club sluts, and on her one and only visit there, in the toilet she had heard very clearly the sound of a girl giving a blow job and choking as she did it.

If she were to go there, she would need someone who could keep an eye on her and get her out of trouble fast. Jasmine's message had, in fact, been a godsend.

Opening iMessage, she replied, "Okay. Wanna go to Phoenix?"

The answer was immediate. "Wow, someone sure wants to party, huh? I am up for it. We both have tomorrow off, so let's go wild."

She didn't have a short skirt, but she did have the mid-thigh little black dress that she always wore when she went out. That was the sexiest thing she had in her closet. She had to think twice about the panties. If she was going to leave it somewhere, she should wear something cheap or old that she wouldn't mind throwing away. But on the other hand, if this man wanted her to leave her panties in the club, most likely he would collect them... for his own perverted reasons, no doubt. So she should wear something nice.

Even before the logical part of her brain could ask the question why the fuck she should care about the opinion of a pervert who was blackmailing her, she had grabbed the pair of nice silky, cream coloured, bikini cut pair that she usually wore when she went out to pick a one-night stand. She'd have to do some underwear shopping tomorrow.

When her Uber reached the club, Jasmine was waiting for her. During the ride, her imagination had run wild with ideas about what the man would want to do with her panties... Was he going to sniff them? Keep them as a souvenir? Masturbate with them? She had seen many things during her rabbit hole forays of porn videos on XNXX trying to find something "respectable" to masturbate to. As she got out of the car, she realised that her thoughts had made the crotch of her panties wet. Well, the man was going to have a bonus.