Out for a stroll... conclusion

"Hey! Wait up!"

Belinda stopped and glanced back over her shoulder. A jogger was running toward her. She looked around, but there was no one else in sight. "Were you talking to me?" she asked.

"Yes, I was," the woman confirmed as she came a halt beside Belinda. "I was just going to say, you look pretty fit! Do you work out?"

"Oh, umm... yeah," Belinda replied hesitantly. "I jog in the mornings, and hit the gym a couple times a week."

"I knew you were a runner!" the woman exclaimed with a disarming grin. "I could tell from the tone of your thigh muscles; those are a runner's legs!"

Belinda shrugged. "Oh, uh, thanks!" It was flattering of the woman to say. Belinda tried to stay in good shape, although she wasn't an athlete by any stretch of the imagination.

"I bet those arms you're hiding under that jacket are pretty toned, too!" the jogger declared. She winked playfully. "Come on, let's have a look!"

Belinda blushed. Was the woman flirting with her? If so, she didn't object; the jogger was really hot! She had an exotic accent that Belinda couldn't quite place. With a wry smile, she slipped her arms out of the jacket and said, "Well, what do you think?"

The jogger reached out to pinch Belinda's bicep. "Oooh... nice! I like my ladies to have a little muscle..."

Yeah, she was definitely flirting! "I started doing pushups and working with weights to tone up my arms - you know, curls, and overhead extensions..." Belinda's voice trailed off when she realized the jogger was staring at her feet.

"Those are nice boots," the woman said, "but they kind of spoil the lines of your legs..."

Picking up on the hint, Belinda slipped her feet out of the boots.

"Oh, lovely!" the jogger exulted. "I think women in bare feet are ever so sexy!"

Belinda saw an opening, and took it. "Hey, would you like to get together for a drink? Or maybe even dinner?" She flashed a coy smile. "You might get to see more of me bare..."

The jogger flashed a coy grin in turn. "Aww... that's very sweet. However, I have a little confession to make..." She reached up to touch her mirrored shades. "I'm only interested in you for your body..."

The woman slipped off the shades, and as she did her hair began to whip around as if caught in a breeze. Sinuous, writhing shapes emerged from her hair... they were snakes! The woman's skin shimmered and rippled as scales spread across it...

Just as Belinda looked into the jogger's eyes, she realized, a moment too late, who she must be...

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The jogger flashed a devilish grin as she set the statue back on its feet. Removing the girl's top was easy enough, but she'd had to tip the statue to the side to get the skirt and panties off. She was glad that she'd been able to trick the girl into removing her jacket and shoes. Getting those off would have been quite a chore.

Speaking of which...

She looked down at the shoes. They were too small to fit her feet. The jacket, on the other hand... 

She slipped her arms into the jacket and put it on. It was a perfect fit! In fact, it fit her even better than it had the girl - the sleeves had been a little long for her. She hummed to herself - a little melody she had picked up a few millennia ago - and searched through the jacket's pockets. She found what she was looking for...

A wallet, with a driver's license. It identified the girl as one Belinda Fontana. Of course, the jogger had already known that. Their paths had not crossed purely by chance. She plucked the clothing off the pavement and placed the driver's license at the statue's feet.

Humming that ancient melody to herself, she set off down the road at a jog.