Laura and Ari make out for clothes

“Fine,” Ari grumbled. Laura turned to face Ari to discuss the matter, but Ari squeezed her eyes shut before darting her head towards Laura to tap her lips against hers. “There, satisfied?”

“You call that making out?”

“Oh come on! What else did you expe-“ It was Laura’s turn to catch Ari off guard, pulling her head in for a passionate kiss. Before Ari could even let out a muffled protest, Laura’s tongue was already snaking its way across Ari’s. Even though the two were cringing terribly, they both slowly began to ease into the kiss, but were snapped out of their stupor when Laura’s bra brushed against Ari’s nipples, and Ari’s panties brushed up against Laura’s bare crotch.

The pair quickly recoiled away from each other (as far as their cuffs allowed them to at least), and saw that the boy had been recording the kiss with his phone.

“Why you little-“ Laura lunged at the boy, but he slammed the door in Laura’s face. She collided with the door and fell onto the floor, dragging Ari on top of her.

“Ow! Nice going detective!” Ari grunted as the pair stood up.

“You’re the one who thought we could get clothes off that brat!” Laura argued. “And now he’s got footage of us making out, while we’re still naked as we were before…” Laura trailed off as her fingers touched her neck, only to find cloth. Her face mask! She was still wearing it! She could use it to hide her identity at least.

But before Laura could bring it up to her face, Ari made a grab for it, Laura grabbed Ari’s hand, and used her cuffed arm to push Ari away from. “Hey! No fair! That mask is for gang members only!"

“C'mon, you’re the leader of the heartcrushers. Show a little pride!”

“If people saw me like this, then the gang’s reputation would be in the gutter.”

“Well if you take the mask, then I’ll start screaming and telling everyone you’ve taken me hostage. Who do you think they’ll believe? Definitely not the woman in the heartcrusher’s mask.”

Ari relented her attack, and considered for a moment. “Okay then, give me your bra then.”

“What?”

“Well, if you’re wearing the mask, then it doesn’t matter if people see you naked. And if I’m wearing your bra, then I’ll least have a semblance of dignity.”

Laura was too exasperated to argue the point further. Better to placate her "partner" than to have her be troublesome the whole walk. She removed her bra, and handed it to Ari, but she didn’t take it. Ari was staring dumbfounded at Laura’s now bare breasts.

“Ahem!” Laura coughed as she brought her free hand over her chest. Ari shook her head, and took the bra, while Laura pulled up the bandanna over her face. With the clothes now evenly distributed, the pair turned to the stairwell, only to find themselves locking eyes with a group of people who had just emerged from the stairs. Laura let out an embarrased squeak, and put her cuffed hand over her crotch. Ari did her best to maintain composure, but being seen in only underwear was still embarassing.

"Hey! I know that symbol! You are punks from the gang that threw rotten eggs at my uncle’s house!” One of them pointed vehemently at Laura.

"I bet they're here to vandalise this place. Let's grab 'em and call the cops!"

Laura began to see the drawbacks of her "disguise." With the stairwell blocked, the naked bandit dragged the bikini clad Ari down the corridor, and the pair made their exit through the fire escape.