Her lithe body struggled to negotiate the thickets of thorns. Counting Crows buzzed faintly in the distance. It mollified her trepidation the louder it got, confirming that she had indeed progressed in the right direction along the trail. Her anxiety had begun to wane.

Jenna stopped momentarily to catch her breath. She needed to attend to the fresh scrapes and scratches attained while struggling through the less than forgiving foliage. Jenna sensed she had almost completed her journey to the women exclusive wonderland she was invited to.

The young woman looked down at the tattered paper stashed in the left cup of the black lace bra she was instructed to wear. It barely obscured the bottom of her modest sized breasts. The top half was mere netting that exposed her perking nipples. The matching panty was practically nonexistent. It consisted of the same sheer fine material for the gusset, and backed by a cheek revealing dental floss thong string. The skimpy lingerie was all she was permitted to wear on the self-imposed exodus from her old world. All other articles were verboten, the thigh-high black leather boots withstanding.

Yes, she was quite the picture of the quintessential slattern. Earlier when she had assembled herself in these scandalous skimpys, she could not help but admire her sleek form in her cozy studio's full length mirror. Her reflection of shamelessness sent chills about her entire alabaster skin.

She examined the paper directive for the umpteenth time, "jenna," it began, with her name intentionally in lower case, "We have observed you for the past few weeks, and find your physical attraction, youth, and compliance to authority of interest to us. You have been deemed worthy of consideration as a sex..read more