Scoops Ahoy

She looks to her right, and sees a nautical restaurant with tall booths and tables, and a bored looking girl at the counter in a sailors uniform. Hoping there would be a way to hide there and lie low for a moment, as she had no money, no connections, and no idea where she is, but something about the server made her look like she was trustworthy, besides, girls help girls right?

She quickly dashes towards the restaurant, streaking through the mall, attracting a lot of attention as people hear her running, trying desperately to cover her body, and as she gets there, people looking up from their ice cream, some peoples falling off their spoons, some freezing in midair, and she dives behind the counter hoping the girl would help her.

“Hey, you!” Angela yelps snappily “I need clothes, can you help me or not?” She snaps and covers herself, shivering as her back is pressed against the ice cream freezer, humiliated, alone and nude, feeling even worse below this admittedly beautiful woman, but somehow safer in her company.

“wow, ok, slow down. no need to be so hostile, first off, name is robin, what’s yours?” The older girl asks looming down at Angela with a strange glee, admiring her young nude form, but trying not to make it obvious that’s what she’s doing.

Angela pales a bit, remembering hearing Jane talk about a girl named robin who she was friends with in Hawkins who worked in a pirate themed restaurant, and she prays it was just a coincidence, or that jane hadn’t talked about her, or that if she had, maybe robin wouldn’t recognise her. She curls into a ball and tucks her head into her knees, taking a big risk.

“m-my name’s Angela, can you please help me?” Luckily enough, robin didn’t recognise her, but unluckily for her, this was the first time robin had seen another woman naked, and her mouth grows dry and she goes bright red, drinking in the younger nude girl, speechless for a moment, but quickly regaining her composure, and she caringly picks up Angela, and drapes her waistcoat over her shoulders to offer some modesty.

“I can take you into the back room, we keep spare uniforms there, and then we can figure out how to get you home. Does that sound good?” Angela nods her head, feeling safe with the older woman as she’s led into the back room, although robin knew there wasn’t much in there, biting her lip as she unlocks the door, leading her in to the storage cabinet.

She opens the drawer of spare uniforms, only holding white stockings, a waistcoat which she quickly debuttons, a red ascot and a scoops ahoy hat, smirking, seeing what the younger girl would have to wear, having to hold in a squeal. She puts a solemn expression on her face and turns around holding out what cannot really pass as clothes “sorry, this is all we’ve got, but if you put that on for now I’m on break in a minute, and I can try to grab you some fresh clothes then, does that sound ok?”

Angela bites back an angry remark, wanting to say something, but knowing this is her only chance to get anywhere, she pulls on the white stockings, the waistcoat and ties the ascot, hoping either would cover her nipples, but neither was large enough, and she pins the hat into her hair, utterly humiliated and no more clothed than she was before “you have to be kidding me right? These aren’t clothes!” Angela snaps, but it takes a moment for robin to respond, completely lost in watching the girl dress like a slutty sailor, still mostly naked.

Leaning against the wall, she finds her feet and purrs “if you don’t like it, give it back” and she smirks, delighted at this possibility, and Angela shakes her head, embarrassed, covering herself again with her hands, mostly ineffectively, and to robin’s chagrin. “no? That’s almost a shame. I have one more customer to deal with, then I’ll come back and check on you before I go to grab you some actual clothes, ok?” Robin asks sweetly, cupping Angela’s face, the preppy girl looking up at her disgustedly, but she needs this so she simply faux-sweetly says “ok, thank you, you’re my hero!” She smiles sickeningly and watches robin leave, grunting and flopping into a seat after she does, not having lost her penchant for deceit, waiting for her “saviour” to come back.