Disclaimer: This story is 100% fiction and just for fun, no money or profit generated.
This story is supposed to be pretty ridiculous in theory. Just enjoy the sexy situations.
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As the plane started its descent and the low cabin lights came on, a stark naked Dua Lipa stirred. She opened one dreary dark brown eye, looked around, felt leather under her bare ass, and then looked down at her delicious body. "Hmm," she chuckled to herself.
Looking to her left, she saw Callum was awake, reading on his Kindle. "Hello darling," she said casually and kissed his hand, feeling as comfortable in this setting without clothes as she would with them. Turning her head, she saw an equally naked Hailee Steinfeld, tucked into her fiancé Josh Allen's side.
Josh was awake, looking out the window. He felt Dua's eyes on him, turned his head and smiled softly. "I've never seen her sleep so soundly," he whispered, then kissed the top of Hailee's head.
"We should talk about the rest of this trip, Josh," Dua said, sitting up fully and stretching, well aware but not caring how utterly exposed it left her to Josh and Callum's eyes.
"What do you mean?" Josh kept his voice low, not wanting to wake his nude, sleeping princess. "You have more plans for us?"
Dua nodded with a smile. "Hailee is clearly an exhibionist. You kind of have to be to do what we do. She's done some shows in spicy outfits and done some hot photoshoots. What I'm suggesting won't be any more revealing than those. It's about time and place being all wrong," she explained.
Josh scrunched his dark brows together. "What are you planning?"
"A little walk of shame," Dua said with a playful smile. "Something to get her hot and bothered, flush her cheeks, but nothing that will lose her work." Dua let out a tinkling laugh. "I'll do it with her, but I'm far more well known for my daring outfit and photoshoot choices than Hailee, but I don't want her to feel singularly bullied.
"So are you planning some kind of trap, some outfit manipulation?" Josh asked, and Callum's chuckle that seemed to say, 'oh you sweet summer child was all the yes he needed.
With a gorgeous smile on her face, Dua reached up and hit the call button and smiled even wider when it was the senior stewardess, exactly who she hoped for. "I suggest we play with Hailee a lot this trip."
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"Babe, it's time to get up," Josh said, shaking Hailee's shoulder.
"Hmm?" Hailee asked, slowly waking up and looking into Josh's eyes, a pleasant and sleepy look on her adorable face. As she woke up, she didn't feel cold, but a little chillier than expected. A look of realization came over her as she remembered why she felt that way. It was because she didn't have a single stitch on. "Oh my God!" Hailee blushed as the cabin lights came on fully, illuminating her perfect body and showing just how nothing she had on.
Josh just chuckled. "There's the head stewardess coming back with yours and Dua's clothes now," Josh said, pointing up the aisle, trying to keep a smirk from his face. He had never pranked Hailee before, so to speak, but given how the flight started out, he thought she'd get off on it after the initial shock went away. If it didn't go according to plan, he'd fix it. He'd arranged for one of Hailee's spare outfits to be brought out of cargo and stuffed into his carry-on.
"Here you are, Ms. Steinfeld, Ms. Lipa," the woman smiled as she handed each one of them a bag. She stayed and watched with interest as Dua took her bag with a gracious smile and opened it, a shocked look on her face as she pulled out the remains of her dress. It was a micro dress now.
"What on earth did you do!" Dua asked indignantly for Hailee's benefit. The rest of them knew it was exactly what Dua asked for.
Hailee's jaw dropped as she took out the altered articles of clothes from her bag. Her bra was inside, but the shoulder straps had been cut off, so it was just the cups and back closures. Her black lycra leggings had been completely de-legged, essentially cut into gym booty shoots. Her casual t-shirt was now sleeveless and the sides were cut straight to the shoulders like a poncho. She would have to go through the airport like she was on her way to the gym.
"Are... are you serious? Why would you do this?" Hailee asked, her face red as she put on what was left of her clothes while Dua shimmied into the dress that barely covered her world-famous ass, her modest tits almost popping out of the dress that was practically a tube, but with a new deep cleavage cut that hadn't been there before. The back had a deep v-cut that went from shoulder blade to her lower back dimples. The stewardess had rigged a simple shoelace in the mid back just to keep it from being obscenely open.
The stewardess looked to Dua, who had a satisfied smile and winked at her, to the blushing and stuttering Hailee. "You girls liked your flight and your nude punishment so much that I figured I'd extend it. All the important parts are covered!" she said defensively. "See you on your return flight. Ta for now!" she said bubbly and went back to her duties.
Josh shrugged after taking in his fiancé's new look. "You look hot to me, babe."
"You're not the one walking through an airport with a camel toe!" Hailee bit back and Dua couldn't stifle a giggle.
"Let's just get to our car fast, and then we can get to the boat, yeah? Once we're in our cabins, we'll have full access to our proper wardrobes and this little venture will be a laughable memory," Dua said, far less intimidated by the walk than Hailee. It was Dua's idea and her version of fun, sure, but her inkling is that Hailee would find herself loving the daring nature of this soon enough.
Resigned to walk through an airport dressed like a hooker and a gym rat, the girls grabbed their overhead carry-one bags. Luckily for both girls, they were modelesque and above average women's heights and didn't have to make too much of a show by stretching or having to jump.
Josh offered to get Hailee's bags, but she defiantly said she'd get them. Callum, on the other hand, was all too happy to stay on his seat and watch Dua retrieve her own things, his eyes on her magnificent, partially exposed body the whole time.
With bags in tow, the four made it off the plane. Dua was perfectly comfortable, either ignoring the glances she received in what she started calling her "party dress," or enjoying them. It made her even hotter to know that under her meager dress, she didn't have a bra or panties. This black sleeve was all the defense her body had against the eyes of everyone in the airport.
Hailee was trying to be as bold as Dua, but was far more bashful and avoiding eye contact. She was well aware that fellow travelers were taking pictures of the quad. They were a pretty famous combo, she and Josh and Callum and Dua. It would take a pretty sheltered individual to not know who at least one of them were. That being said, a number of photos of them were being taken, and it made the former Bumblebee star's cheeks flush, because she was also aware that her ass was practically hanging out of her makeshift boyshorts.
Besides murmurs, stares and pictures, nothing out of the ordinary happened to the it couples as they traversed through the crowded airport that Hailee was all too happy to nearly be through.
They all stuck close together and made it to the luggage carousel without too much hassle. While they waited for their bags, Callum being the cheeky bugger that he was, would occasionally look around, see if there were people nearby, and would flash them Dua's bare ass by lifting up the back of her "dress" and then pull it back down. He was fast enough that people would get a scandalous view, but would need damn good reflexes and perfect timing to get pictures. Josh figured that Hailee was already on the edge of what she could publicly handle, and didn't put her through such games.
At least that's what Josh thought until they were outside the airport and waiting for their Uber to get to the pier for their cruise. While Hailee was distracted with talking to Dua, Josh gave her a seemingly innocent back rub, but used it to unclasp Hailee's strapless bra. It stayed where it was, but he knew too much jostling would see it fall. He couldn't believe how much fun he was having, towing this line of revealing his own fiancé even more, how hard he was from having so many see her like that and with her seemingly embarrassed about it.
As the Uber pulled up, Josh and Callum loaded their stuff into the trunk, Callum got into the front seat, and Josh, Hailee, and Dua squeezed into the back row in that order.
Dua was perfectly aware that as she got into the Uber, her extremely low cut dress bunched up even further, exposing her pristine pussy and hips. Callum smiled as he also became aware by looking in the rearview mirror, which meant the driver was in for an eyeful as soon as he looked, too.
Hailee saw eyes looking into the mirror and wondered what the fuss was about. She surveyed herself, and while she was a little more revealed than was normal for her, she wasn't horribly out of sorts, still completely unaware of her unclasped bra. When she looked at her other backseat passengers, her jaw dropped when she saw Dua's exposed bits. She was about to say something, but then watched in a mix of horror and fascination as Dua reached between her legs and started to play with herself, casually talking to the others in the car like they didn't know.
Dua looked over to Hailee and smiled. "We're on vacation, darling. You should relax and let yourself go a little. Stop being so uptight," Dua giggled and let her eyes wander over Hailee, and that's when she saw it. She could see the gap between the fasteners of Hailee's bra. With an evil smile she said, "Here, let me help," and then before Hailee could react, Dua reached between the split sides of Hailee's shirt and plucked her bra right off, giving her a delicious view of side boobs and Hailee's pebbled nipples.
"Dua, what the fuck!" Hailee shrieked. "Give me my bra back!" she demanded.
"No!" Dua said impishly and held it away before flicking it to Josh. Josh caught it and like a game of hot potato, tossed it to Callum.
"Ah! Here's your tip now, my good man!" Callum chuckled and dropped Hailee's runaway bra in the driver's lap.
The Uber driver just laughed as they still had some distance to go. "You guys are interesting," he said as he had no intention of giving it back.
"Um, excuse me sir, but do you think I could have my bra back, please?" Hailee said, leaning forward in her seat but using an arm to keep her shirt from billowing open. Any car that pulled up next to them would have been treated to a personal view of Hailee Steinfeld's perfect breasts otherwise.
"Don't give it to her!" Dua said with a giddy laughter.
"Josh!" Hailee pleaded with her fiancé. "Are you going to let this happen?"
