Chelsea pleads for clothes

April strut confidently along, while Chelsea followed behind, hunched over, hands cupping her privates, meekly shuffling on small, bare feet.

"Uh, if we're going to eat... do you have anything I can wear?" Chelsea asked, hating how meek she sounded to her rival.

"Sorry, I forgot to carry an extra pair of clothes with me." Chelsea rolled her eyes.

"But... maybe I could wear... your shirt?" Chelsea pleaded.

"What, you want me to be topless to?" April's smirk grew. "Chelsea, I don't think you'd love that comparison."

Chelsea blushed as April smugly eyed Chelsea's barely covered chest, obviously referencing her own far superior bust line. Chelsea couldn't believe her rival from work was calling her out for her small breasts while she was naked!

"But... they won't let me in a restaurant if I'm naked!" Chelsea pointed out as they reached the doorway to the restaurant.

"Don't worry, I'm a regular here." April reassured her. "They won't mind, now let's eat!"