Touching down in "style"

"Did you two put me up to this?" Debbi asked the other girls with a glare.

"Why would we jeopardise our careers to get you naked when you've done a good enough job of that yourself?" Diane replied without a moment's hesitation.

"They're probably right..." Debbi thought to herself - she always slept light, in little more than a nightie and knickers. But never this!!! And not in public!!!!

"Right, I suppose I should get dressed, then..." Debbi reached for her clothes.

"I really don't see why you'd bother," Aditty chimed in and grabbed the pile of Debbi's clothes out from under her, "we ought to keep these for safekeeping."

"I highly doubt it's appropriate to prance around naked in an airport," Debbi tried to reason with the girls.

"It's not appropriate to run around naked on an aeroplane, either," Diane countered, "but we're well past that point, aren't we?"

Debbi sighed deeply, contemplating the scene that would unfold as she walked out of the plane in her birthday suit.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are just over Michigan and about to begin our final descent into Chicago. We ask that you fasten your seatbelts and put your tray tables up for the remainder of this flight, and keep them fastened until the plane comes to a complete stop."

Debbi tightened her seatbelt, squirming at the belt hugging her bare skin. Looking out the window and seeing only the distant point of the lights of Chicago down below, she was content to amuse herself with the customs cards everyone had been given on the flight.

After about twenty minutes of Debbi's poring over whether the investment app on her phone constituted a "monetary instrument" over $10,000, Adetty tapped her shoulder and told her to look out the window. Which she did, and was bedazzled by the high-rises of the lakeshore, Lake Shore Drive curving up right beside them before leading up to the Hancock Center. Before she could admire too much of downtown, however, the plane banked towards the left to turn into O'Hare, which was just as well for Debbi and the ladies to get a view of the sprawling grid lined by streaks of white and orange.

Eventually they landed, and the pilot made his announcement.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, the time is 11:52 p.m. local time, and the temperature in Chicago is 25 degrees Fahrenheit or -4 degrees Celsius. We thank you for choosing American Airlines for this flight, and we hope to see you again sometime in the future."

"How cold did he say it was?" Debbi asked in surprise.

Despite her apprehensions, and the feeling of a few chills from through the jetway, the girls went off the plane with little incident until they reached customs.

"Ummm, excuse me, miss," one of the hunky TSA agents noticed Debbi's lack of attire, "I don't know what country you come from, but here in the States we don't walk around indecently."

"Oh, she's British, sir," Diane piped up on Debbi's behalf, "and we don't usually do such things either. It's just that Debbi here is rather a bit... unusual..."

"Well, we have a new administration here," the agent continued, "and we might need to make sure everything is on the up and up here..."