Music in the nude

"Hey guys, we've got another exclusive look behind the scenes for you today!"

Ellen panned the camera around to show that they were in a recording studio.

An engineer was busy setting up the desk, and another was working on the acoustics in the booth.

There was a knock at the door, and Maisie slipped inside. A stack of clothes was bundled in her arms, and judging by her white robe and feet, they were everything she'd brought with her that day.

"Hey, guys," Maisie smiled weakly at the camera, awkwardly placing down her clothes and fidgeting with her robe. "Are we good to go?"

"What's the rush, Maisie?" Ellen asked, relishing her sister's embarrassment. "Why don't you tell everyone what you're doing today?"

"I...err...I'm going to be recording my new single, which I'll be performing for the first time on New Year's Eve. It's called...'cos I'm nude.'"

"But you're not nude, Maisie!" Ellen laughed, lunging for the belt on her twin's robe.

"Hey!" Maisie jumped backwards, knocked into a table, and sent heavy equipment tumbling down onto her bare feet.

"Ow!"

She hopped around the studio, massaging her foot and shooting a dark look at her laughing twin.

"Put that down!" she protested, as her sister waved her underwear in front of the camera.

"Wow, so you're totally naked under there!" Ellen teased.

Maisie was saved from further teasing when an engineer grabbed her to check she was happy with the settings on the recording equipment. Ellen took the opportunity to point the camera at her sister's bare feet and ankles.

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Maisie recoiled as a blast of cold air escaped through the open door of the recording booth.

"Do I really have to go in there like this?" she asked, turning to her sister.

"Of course not. You're overdressed!"

Quick as a flash, Ellen untied Maisie's robe, yanked it down her shoulders, and pushed forcefully against her boobs to send her twin stumbling backwards. Whipping the garment clear of Maisie's body, Ellen slammed the door shut and locked it.

Ellen pointed the camera through the circular window to reveal Maisie frantically pulling on the door handle, stamping a bare foot as it remained frustratingly immovable.

"Ellen, please, it's freezing in here!" the trapped girl wailed.

"The sooner you start singing, the sooner you can get out of there!" Ellen laughed.

Shooting daggers at her twin, Maisie shuffled over to the microphone and slipped the headphones over her ears, all while trying to expose as little of her bare body as possible.

"Maisie? Can you hear me OK in there?" the technician asked, taking over proceedings.

"Y-y-y-yes! N-n-now p-p-please c-c-can w-w-we g-g-get s-s-started?"

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"Unfortunately, I can't show you any of this," Ellen whispered, her sister's singing muffled in the background. "The song is embargoed until New Year's Eve. But there's plenty of fun we can have while Maisie's busy!"

Snatching up the pile of discarded clothes, Ellen slipped out of the room.

"It's time for another giveaway, and the prize this week...Maisie's underwear!"

She waved her sister's bra and panties in front of the camera, plucked her socks out of her shoes, and threw in her jacket for good measure.

"I'd love to give away all of Maisie's clothes, but we should probably leave her something to wear, shouldn't we? To be in with a chance of winning, all you need to do is like, subscribe, and leave a comment describing what you'd do with Maisie if you had her for a day, and nothing was off the table!"

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"OK, Maisie, I think we've got it!"

With the record in the bag, Maisie Peters slipped off her headphones and scampered over to the door.

"P-p-please l-let m-m-me o-out!" she pleaded, frantically trying the door...which suddenly opened, sending her tumbling to the floor.

She scrambled to her feet, red-faced and fuming at her laughing sister. She snatched the robe out of her hands and hastily pulled it back on, ignoring Ellen's teasing.

"Where are my clothes?" Maisie demanded, resolutely ignoring the camera pointed at her face.

With the crew watching on, the robed girl scooped up her garments and marched from the room.

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Ellen was reclining in the passenger seat, keeping the camera trained on her sister, who was driving them home.

"I thought that went really well today. I can't wait for everyone to hear it!"

"What? Oh, yeah..."

Maisie was focusing on the road, but every so often, she would tug on her jeans and readjust her t-shirt.

"You seem distracted, Maisie. Something wrong?" Ellen innocently asked.

"You know exactly what," her sister said through gritted teeth. "What have you done with my underwear?"

"I didn't even know you weren't wearing any?" This was, of course, a lie. Not only had Ellen orchestrated the prank, she had ensured to capture footage of the telltale signs: the exposed ankles between the top of her shoes and the bottom of her jeans, the absence of a strip of panty above the waistline of her jeans, and her unsupported breasts pressing against the thin material of her t-shirt. "Isn't there a word for someone who isn't wearing underwear beneath their clothes?"

"Commando?"

"Yes, that's it!" Ellen replied, giddy. "What's it like having denim touching your cheeks? Or the canvas of your shoes pressing against those tiny feet? This is you losing your commando virginity, isn't it? As for your actual virginity-"

"DON'T!" Maisie wailed.

"-let's leave that private."

The blushing girl visibly relaxed, but her relief was short-lived.

"In case you were wondering, we're giving your underwear away as a prize," Ellen continued. "In next week's video, we'll get you to go through the comments and pick out your favourites!"

"Favourite what...?" Maisie asked, worried.

"'What would you do if you had Maisie Peters to yourself for a day?' It could be anything from 'take her to a nudist beach' to 'tie her up and fuck her silly.'"

"You all better get your thinking caps on, then!" Maisie laughed uneasily.

"That's all we've got time for today!" Ellen announced, signing off. "I think Maisie is **** to get home and put a bra on!"