Stolen Clothes

Not every plan needed one hundred and eight interlocking pieces. Some plans just needed the right move in the right time.

Weiss looked around the bathroom to make sure that they were alone, then peeked through the curtain. Ruby was facing the spray with her eyes closed, she was wet, and very, very naked. A wave of steam hit Weiss as she watched flow down Ruby's pale skin, and Ruby was completely at ease and unaware as Weiss' eyes followed the contours of her nipple-topped breasts, the inviting curves of her bottom, the …

Weiss shook herself back into sanity. Focus! She had a job to do. She reached through the curtain, grabbed Ruby's unattended bundle of clothes, and withdrew without making a sound.

She rifled through Ruby's things to make sure she got everything. Dress? Check. Towel? Check. Room key? Ha! Check. Panties? Nice! I-I mean, check.

Weiss tossed it all out the window and left with a smile on her face, wondering how Ruby would be able to present herself as team leader after she became known as the school nudist.

After a few minutes, Ruby finished her shower, turned off the water, and reached for her towel. Then she reached for it again. She opened her eyes, and found nothing. No towel. Not even her clothes. A few times she had realized only after her shower that she had forgotten her towel, but she had never forgotten to wear clothes. She checked the floor to see if anything had fallen off or rolled under anything, but still … nothing.

"Uh-oh."