Ann's Earring Glimmers, and Makoto's stuff is gone

Between the sensations of her breasts pressed firmly into Ann and the continued ticklish prodding on her side, which made her squirm as much as she really could within Ann’s constrictor-like embrace, Makoto didn’t notice it when Ann’s earrings glimmered or when Ann’s other hand reached down and grabbed the back of her dress. With a level of subtlety Ann has never consciously been able to achieve, Ann’s hand lifted the back hem of the dress, folding it up on itself, and, timed with a few prods that made Makoto arch her back sharply, delicately tucked it into the waistband of her panties, completely exposing them and her bare thighs from behind for all the world to see. With that, the hand returned to Makoto’s lower back, resting just above its work as Ann’s other hand stopped tickling her.

Makoto pulled from Ann’s embrace. “Just let me grab my stuff, and I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, Buchi-butt,” Ann said, cheeky grin on her face.

Hints of pink returned to Makoto's cheeks. “Please don’t call me that with anyone around.” Ann nodded and noted with a smile that Makoto didn’t tell her not to call her it at all. As her friend’s form went up the steps to where they were sitting earlier, Ann’s eyes followed, seeing the proud Buchimaru face on Makoto’s bottom staring right back at her as if giving her his approval. At light speed, Ann unlocked her phone and updated Makoto’s info, officially changing her name to Buchi-Butt and changing the contact picture to a high-resolution closeup from when Makoto faceplanted out of her seat.

For her part, Makoto rushed to their previous seats only to feel her heart stop. She didn’t see anything there. No purse, no bra, nothing. “No, no, no, no, no!” Makoto frantically checking the seats, and the aisle around them but there was nothing to see. Throwing modesty aside, Makoto dropped back onto all fours, not caring at the moment that anyone around could probably see up her dress. She looked between, under, even behind the seats but there was no sign of any of her belongings.

“What are you doing,” Ann said, coming up behind her.

Makoto rushed to her feet. “All my stuff is gone… someone must have taken my purse when we left earlier…”

“Hold up, calm down,” Ann said. “We don’t know that for sure. Maybe someone saw your purse and bra unattended and brought it to the lost and found. Let’s check there first.” Makoto nodded, wasting no time before speeding away, heading toward the theater’s help counter. Ann chased after her.

It didn’t take long for the girls to arrive, rushing through the lobby, making a beeline straight for the counter. “Did anyone turn in a lost purse tonight,” Makoto asked, panting lightly, before the girl manning the desk could even greet them. As single-mindedly focused as she was, Makoto was completely oblivious to the attention she garnered from the other people in the lobby.

“Uh, no,” the girl said, shaking her head and looking under the counter to doublecheck. “No purses here. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Makoto explained to the attendant how they went to the snack bar and when they came back the purse was gone, giving a description of the purse and its contents, which included her house keys, wallet, and cell phone. She also provided them with her home number to contact her with if anyone came forward with her purse. The attendant told them that they would keep an eye out for it.

With that, the two girls left the theater, stepping out onto the pavement outside, feeling the cool night breeze wash over them. Makoto shivered. I never knew how drafty dresses could be without a pair of leggings, Makoto thought absently as she bit down lightly on her thumb, considering her situation.

“What are you going to do?” Ann said. “I can lend you some money to get home. If you want, you can use my phone to tell your sister what happened and let her know you need her to let you in.”

Makoto shook her head. “Thanks, but sis is spending the night at the office… she told me not to interrupt her work unless it was an emergency.”

“You don’t think this counts as an emergency,” Ann said, exasperated. “Even if you get home, you don’t have a key to get in!”

Makoto shook her head again. “It’s nothing to bother sis over,” Makoto said. “I keep a spare key in the student council office at school. I just have to stop by there on the way home.”

“At this time of night?” Ann balked. “How would you even get in?”

Makoto cautiously looked around before leaning in closer to Ann to whisper, “The lock on one of the doors is broken.”

“Seriously?”

“It’s supposed to be a secret,” Makoto said. “The school knows but hasn’t done anything about it because it hasn't been an issue."