Date: Fri, 23 Oct 2020 06:43:28 +0200 From: Lolo Lolo Subject: Megan's Journey Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Megan noticed in big letters it was written `read me first'. She also noticed that her carelessly tossed skirt was gone from the back seat. She grabbed the envelope and tore it open. She read it. `My darling Megan. If you are reading this you have done exactly as I asked without question. This makes me extremely happy and you will have your reward soon. Now my next request is this: I want you to find the nearest gas station. Use their facilities and change into the outfit I have provided for you. You may not use any of the clothing you are wearing right now and you may not peek at the contents beforehand. Once you have changed I want you to go and deliver a bracelet that's at the bottom of the gift box at the attached address. I will know if you are not complying and there will be no further instructions. If you deliver it successfully there will be a package handed to you at the address as well as another envelope. Hope to see you soon my darling. Kisses. Malcom' Megan stared at the address. It was at a block of flats at the outer rim of the city in one of the suburbs. Realization dawned on her. Malcom was playing a game with her to see how far he can push her. She was determined not to let him win. She would see this through to the end come hell or high water. She picked up the box and placed it on the back seat. She slid into the driver side and started up and pulled out the parking area. She turned the car to head to the address; sure that she would find a gas station along the way. Three miles later she pulled into a gas station. She entered the kwik-e-mart to get the keys for their female facilities. Still dressed in the tight stretch pants and the knotted t-shirt she asked for the key. The cashier was an Asian man in his late thirties and in broken English he tried to compliment her on her clothes but he failed miserably to convey what she knew he was trying to say. She smiled as she passed into the afternoon sun and immediately headed to the back of the building where the facilities were situated. On her way she fetched the box out her car. Once inside she locked the door behind her and surveyed her surroundings. There was two toilet stalls and a double basin set into a long counter. A big mirror was installed just above the counter. Megan placed the box on the counter and lifted the lid. She pulled the contents out and found there were three pieces of clothing. She quickly undressed dropping her clothes back into the box. She dressed into the provided G-string. It was black and the string though her anus was nothing more than a tiny excuse of a piece of elasticised rope. It joined the upper rope with a small o ring. This rope ran over her hips and joined the triangular piece of cloth on both sides. The triangular patch of cloth was made of black silky material and paper thin. The G-string sat snug on her body and was in no way too tight or too big. The triangular cloth was big enough to cover her slit and a good part of her shaved pubic area. Apart from the real feel of the rope the material was so light that it felt like she wasn't wearing any panties. The top was made of black leather like material. It laced up in front and she inspected the result in the mirror. The top came to just below her breasts. The built in breast support pushed her already perky breasts together to form a valley of cleavage. The back had a stretch of leather across the middle of her back leaving her upper back exposed. The breast support had two tapered straps that were tied together behind her neck. The top was laced together between her breasts and then tapered into loose sitting dove tailed corners below her breasts. She pulled on the leather like black skirt. It pulled up to just below her tummy. It was pleated and flared out. No amount of straightening would make it lie down flat. It was extremely short. It came down to just above the bottom lines of her arse and the front barely but thankfully managed to just cover her panties. With one last look in the mirror she unlocked and left the facilities. When she returned the key she felt a bit self-conscious and the cashier didn't help. He stared at her and when she handed him the key he asked her in his broken English: "sex for how much?" He must have assumed she was a working girl. "I'm not a prostitute you fucking pervert." She told him angrily. She dropped the key on the counter and stormed out the store. She was painfully aware that he was staring at her almost exposed arse. Calm set in and she slowed her walk back to her car. This was the whole point she thought to herself. It was to expose her assets to perfect strangers. She was in the full swing of exhibitionism and the trilling adrenaline rush of it all and she realized that she over reacted with the cashier. Any sane person would assume her being a whore in the get up she was wearing. She placed the box, containing her clothes, on the passenger seat. On the driver foot well floor was a pair of black stiletto high heels and on the dashboard a stick of cherry red lipstick. She looked around to see if she could see Malcom. She was now sure he was following her around to see if she was doing what he asked her to do. She couldn't see him or his car anywhere. She had to admit that she was having a lot of fun. She was turned on but nowhere near as much as she was when she doing her walks through the mall. She drove out to the provided address. It was now late afternoon and the sun was staring to set. She stopped in front of the department building. She immediately looked around to see if she could see Malcom's car but if he had been following her he must be really good. There was no sign of him anywhere. She had no idea as to how to put the convertible's soft top on and she would have to just leave it down. She reminded herself to ask her dad to show her how to do it. She locked the glove compartment which still contained her cell phone. She leaned over and took the bracelet out the box. She considered taking the box with her but it would be impractical and with a sigh of resignation she left it behind. She had to cross the road to get to the apartment. The road had several passing cars and while she waited for an opening to cross she had several guys hooting at her. She loved the attention and she was thrilled. She was really getting into this exhibitionism thing and she couldn't wait for her next challenge. She wasn't sure what to expect in this apartment building but was in no way backing down. Eventually she managed to cross the road and walked up to the apartment doors. It was manned by an old fashioned doorman. He was dressed in a doorman's uniform and opened the door for her. "Where are you heading miss?" he asked her while holding the door open. "Apartment 504." She told him. "Ahhhh." He said knowingly. She wondered at this but said nothing. "That would be on the fifth floor miss. Enjoy your visit" he told her and gave her a wink. This just deepened the mystery. She passed through the lobby and headed to the elevators. A big out of order sign was posted across the doors. "Dammit!" she mumbled to herself. It would mean that she would have to climb flights of stairs in the stiletto high heels. She noticed her reflection in the highly polished surface of the elevator doors and her red lipstick shouted back at her loudly. She started ascending the stairs and voices behind her indicated that she was no longer alone. There was no way she could rush up the stairs as she would break her neck on the stilettos. As it was, she was ascending slower than she normally would because of them. The voices were now very close and a male voice suddenly stopped in mid-sentence behind and below her. "Oh hi!" this male voice said and Megan glanced back. A 6foot 5inches tall, dark headed male was standing on the stairs below her. She noticed the absence of any kind of wedding ring.He had a broad smile on his lips and he was handsome. "Hi. You want to pass? She asked him hoping that he would rush past her but it was wistful thinking. She knew he would have gotten a wonderful view up her almost non-existent skirt. "I wouldn't dream of it." He replied as a dark-haired female joined him on the stairs. She was dressed rather revealingly as well. "Let me guess. Apartment 504?" the newcomer asked. "Ummm. Yes?" Megan replied uncertainly. The newcomer climbed up to her. The male just stood there hanging back below them. He now had two up skirt views and the newcomer had a tight fitting low cut mini dress on. "Carrie." She said holding out her hand in greeting to Megan. "The pervert back there is Daniel, my boyfriend". There was no malice in her voice when she introduced him. "Megan" she replied taking Carrie's hand and giving it a squeeze. "Have you got any idea why we going to 504" she asked Carrie. "Honestly I don't. Daniel said it would be fun and that we had to wait for a girl matching your description to arrive before we go up." Carrie told her. "Shall we?" she motioned up the stairs at Megan. They set off in silence. Daniel was a couple of steps behind and she was sure that he was enjoying the view of her and Carrie's arses. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. She was hot and it wasn't from the exercise. It turned her on knowing Daniel was watching her in the precarious situation she was in. All kinds of thoughts were spinning through her mind. What would be waiting for them in 504? They eventually reached the fifth floor and reached the door marked with the number 504. Hesitantly she reached out and knocked. Carrie and Daniel were standing next to her. His smile was so broad that she feared that it would crack around his head.