Go home

"I don't care how far it is, I can't let my employees see me like this." Angela cried, her leaves fluttering to the ground.

"That's fine, but how do we get home? It could take hours for us to walk home, and that's if we had clothes on."

"Exactly," Stella replied, "so we should get started now, shouldn't we?" Slapping both of her coworkers on the butts, she started skipping along, urging them to follow. Rubbing their stinging rear ends, Deirdre and Angela looked at each other and sighed, resigning themselves to their night of unwanted streaking.

For hours, the three naked ladies slowly made their way through the city. They decided that it would be smart to, instead of going to their own houses, all go to the closest place (Angela's) and stay the night. Still, this put them miles away from the park, and spanning between them was a busy downtown epicenter, which at this time of night, was full of people. Stella, of course, had no problem with strutting her stuff as confidently as possible, but her mates were less eager to have people see them, hiding behind trees and mailboxes ass they made their way through the suburbs.

"C'mon, guys. Live a little. It's like you aren't even enjoying this."

"We're not!" Both ladies shouted in unison. Stella just shrugged and continued skipping along, her boobs and butt bouncing with delight as she did. Her friends just sighed, reminding themselves to reconsider their friendship with Stella when this was over.

Getting through the suburbs was embarrassing, but luckily they managed to make it through with only a few people laying eyes on them. Despite themselves, Deirdre and Angela began to get into higher spirits.

Then a car horn blared at them, and they remembered they were still doomed.

Stella pressed the crosswalk button before looking back at her friends, one of whom was hiding behind a garbage can and the other inside a bush. Stella put her hands on her hips. "Guys, come out already, you're embarrassing me."

"We're embarrassing you? Seriously?!" Angela hissed.

"Yes." Stella gestured to the people standing next to her on the crosswalk, all of whom had their phones out and were snapping photos of the impromptu nude models.

"Stella, don't you think you're enjoying this too much?"

"Not at all. My philosophy is to live with whatever life throws at you, not to wallow in what it doesn't. Life didn't give me clothes tonight, but I'm not going to let that get me down. I'm going to enjoy myself to the fullest."

Angela just looked at her coworker, completely baffled. "Stella, I don't get what's going on in your head sometimes. We're naked, it's cold, we're still far from home, and if you keep flaunting yourself like this, we could get arrested or worse. I just really think you should be more careful with yourself."

"And I think you guys shouldn't worry so much. The public nudity laws aren't nearly as serious as you think they are."

"I don't even want to know how you know that," Deirdre interjected, but Stella continued.

"No wonder you guys are so stressed all the time; you never let your hair down. You should take my advice."

Both girls looked at Deirdre. "What?" she asked.

"Sorry, this seemed like a situation that needed a tie-breaker, and you're sort of the designated middle ground tonight." Putting aside that designation, Deirdre thought for a moment. Both of her friends had points to make, but in the end, she had to side with...