Delta streaks across the casino

“Did you had to come back today?” Alpha Kim complained to the family of Duendes across her blackjack table. “…Ack! Stop it with the wind, I’m not wearing any panties!”

“Excuse me! Please move, excuse me!” Alpha looked in front of her. Huh, it seemed like someone was streaking on the casino floor, and it wasn’t her for once! Maybe she should try whistling at the woman to see what was so fun about it?

Wait, no. It was her! Well, not her exactly, but one of the clones. Which meant that people were still staring at her nude body! Albeit, a bit indirectly. “Oh no, be right back.” Alpha jumped over the table, grabbed one of the critters' enormous hats, and sprinted towards her sister.

Delta was politely walking forward, her hands glued to her body and a winning smile plastered across her face. Alpha arrived to place the hat over her torso.

“Alright folks, the show’s over, go back to your tables,” Alpha said before turning towards her sister. “What the hell do you think you are doing waltzing about in our birthday suit!?”

“Getting flex tape!”

“Naked?!”

“It’s a long story.”

The Duendes arrived in a circle, their hatless cousin hidden from view in the middle of the formation. They angrily demanded his hat back. “Oh, this is yours? Here, take it!” Delta returned it with a smile.

“Ah! No, don’t give them that! You have to cover yourself!” Alpha stood in front of Delta, trying to hide her sister with her own body.

“Tch, tch. You can’t steal people’s hats, Alpha. That is very impolite!”

“Get out of here and go back to your job!”

“I am working! I have to find the tape for my job.”

“Well, I’m ordering you to go back.”

“You are not my boss, silly. Excuse me!” Delta pushed Alpha away and kept walking, her smiling face downcast. She hid each of her perky nipples with a hand and nothing more. Delta trailed behind her, keeping close enough to her so that no one could take a look at her naked backside.

“At least let me get you the tape. You don’t have to streak halfway across the casino!”

“Sorry, orders are orders.”

“Aren’t you embarrassed by this?”

“Very! But It’s not so bad, at least I have my hands!”

“Hey girl,” snorted a harpy. “Show us the goods.”

“Oh well, orders are orders.” Delta shrugged and put her hands at her side. The harpy snarled in approval.

“This is why I love this place. Dinner with a show.”

“Oh look, Kim is naked again.”

“I don’t see what the big deal is with mammals,” commented a bipedal crustacean.

Alpha buried her face in her palms …so this is how the original Kim felt yesterday. Is it even second-hand embarrassment if it’s happening to another version of yourself? “Ok, sis. I’ll help you get the tape.”

“Thanks, but I don’t need help!”

“I insist.” Like a bodyguard, Alpha tried to shield her sister’s body with her own all the way to the toolshed. It was never enough. When she trailed behind her, people stared at her breasts. When she walked in front of her, they commented on her booty. It was a never-ending cycle that lasted until they reached the closet. Delta opened it and reached inside.

“Hey, here’s the flex tape!” Alpha snatched the tape out of Delta’s hand.

“You know what would be very polite? Sitting still for five minutes.”

“Okies.” Alpha pushed her sister into the shed, uncoiled the tape, and began to work. Delta walked out exactly five minutes later. “All right, see you after work, sis.”

“Bye sis.” Alpha watched Delta walk away, proud of her handiwork. Her cute, round booty was completely engulfed in grey tape, the same as her chest. The clone was sporting a makeshift tape bikini.

It would probably hurt like hell to take off, but as long as she wasn’t showing off her body, Alpha didn’t care. Ok, she cared a little, but more about the fact that she looked completely ridiculous in the getup. At least it beat going completely naked.

Well, that was one last thing to worry about. “Oh crap! I left the table unattended, the supervisor is not going to be happy.”