"Hurry up, you guys!" Yang shouted from the door, wearing a low cut sundress. "The air bus leaves in twenty minutes! Unless you DON'T want to hit the beach with everybody!" Weiss, yawning, slowly trudged up to her in her delicate dress, coat and sun hat, but Ruby was still hurriedly throwing things in a bag in her pajamas and Blake was still mostly asleep in bed. Clearly, RWBY was not a team built for the morning today.

Quickly growing more awake, Weiss called, "I told you to pack last night, Ruby!" from the door. Yang huffed her agreement. "And Blake, get up! We need to go!"

Blake uncharacteristically rolled over in bed. "Five more minutes. I'll be right behind you."

"Ugh," Weiss said, annoyed. Ruby flashed next to her in a burst of speed, the trail of roses leading to her in a red hoodie and shorts.

"Ready!" Ruby said, slightly out of breath and rubbing her eyes. In her hands was an excitable Zwei, panting without a care in the world.

Yang looked at Blake, slowly stretching out. "I'm heading out. I ain't missing a beach trip cuz SOMEONE spent all night reading. Laters!" She disappeared into the hall when she figured out her partner was too tired to argue, Ruby following shortly behind.

"We'll see you in a bit, Blake," Weiss said, seeing the Faunus get up. She departed as Blake sat up.

Weiss, Yang, Ruby, JNPR, and SSSN, stood around with their bags, gear, and beachwear until an out of breath Blake sprinted towards them. Right as she stopped to prematurely shut everyone up about her sleeping in, the air bus landed. All of them climbed into the squished seats and set off for the beach.

After a quick ride and some set up, RWBY (Zwei in tow), JNPR, and SSSN were set up along the coast with chairs, umbrellas, towels, everything denoting a bright, sunny day to enjoy the beach. Nary a cloud in the sky, the sand was warm, ocean was calm, and the air tasted of salt (and smelled strongly of fish to Blake's wiggling Faunus nose).

Weiss looked over at the ocean, appreciating the scenic view of the waves lightly crashing along the sand. Looking up at the sun, she grew excited at the prospect of tanning; her skin was pale as could be, so she'd have to be careful, but getting to feel the warm rays along her back would feel amazing. She was then reminded of other things as she saw the arousing sight of all time the boys undressing.

"I love Beacon Boys..." Weiss thought as she watched shirts vanish.

Even Weiss had to admit, Jaune was leagues more attractive that he had been when she had first met him; training had given him a solid body, abs clearly visible now that he was in trunks. She still found his personality iffy, so she moved on to Ren. He wore a wetsuit, outlining his slender, somewhat androgynous body. Weiss found it attractive, but SSSN caught her interest more; Sun, thief or not, was ripped, but hadn't dressed any differently. Scarlet was fine she guessed, and Sage was almost scary with his broad chest, giant size, and gentle nature. Neptune, on the other hand, revealed his rippling muscles, his body the perfect size to tell her that she'd be weightless in his arms if her were to hold her. He shot her a smile, as if sensing her fantasies involving touching his pecs.

"I'll make you mine!" Weiss really wanted to have a boy as cute as Neptune all to herself. Even if he was flirty to everyone, she wanted to have him so no one else could.

Suddenly, Weiss' interest in Neptune diluted when both saw what Yang was doing. Ruby was in the sand playing with Zwei and Blake was reading, so neither had changed, but Weiss' mind realized, "Of course." She groaned as she saw all men's (Including Jaune's, and even stranger, Ren's) eyes divert to Yang as she pulled off of her summer dress.

As if her sundress didn't reveal enough cleavage, a cream color faded to flushed, flawless, beautiful skin as Yang pulled it over her head, fanning out her hair. Her eyes were closed, but she had sensed/predicted the eyes on her, posing in her near neon yellow bikini to show off. Weiss was honestly shocked, as it covered far more than she was expecting, but conservative for Yang Xiao Long meant her top fit around her breasts and no further; she had managed to find a bikini that actually wrapped around the underside of her breasts, but it was still low cut and displayed her alluring cleavage. It even had straps, whereas Weiss would have expected as little amount of material restraining Yang's bounciness. Her rear was also covered in the sense that it fit, but her bottoms still clung to her as if they wanted to burst, and a good portion of her tight ass was out. Coupled with her sly smile, her perfectly toned body, and her gorgeous thighs, Yang reveled in the looks she was receiving.

"Stupid boys!" Weiss fumed, watching JR and SSSN stare at Yang. Her sexuality and charm had even captured Ren! REN!

It made Weiss angry. Not that she was jealous of Yang's figure. Well, not entirely that. She was annoyed that she wasn't getting attention. She was cute! She wanted Neptune! She didn't want everyone focused on Yang! And since her trip to the Showe Room, she'd gotten a bit more confident about her body, so getting shown up made her irritable. Though... she'd also gotten a few other things from her stress relieving haven.

"I'll just see how well I do, Little Miss Flirt!" Weiss chided herself. Jealous or not, Yang was her friend and teammate, and the world knew she was sexy and that she knew it. It was her personality, so she couldn't be angry at her for it.

Weiss nonchalantly sighed with false summer pleasure, breaking Yang's spell over all of the boys, if barely. She was still going to try winning all the boys over to her. Basking in the sun a little before removing her cute sun hat, she pulled off her jacket as well, somewhat pronouncing her diminutive chest. She felt she looked like one of those girls that showed up in movies that stood up on the deck of a beach house and looked ephemeral; the fact that both her hair and dress danced lightly around in the breeze finished the look, and Neptune especially took notice, staring with his mouth a jar.

"I guess Yang does have the right idea..."

Weiss giggled to herself. She could be a dream girl, but her annoyance at Yang and her trip to show off her body made her want to be the other type of dream girl; the kind of girl that boys didn't think about marrying, but rather, other things related to intimacy. She was terrified, if she was being honest with herself, but the Showe Room had taught her of that other side of her that wanted all eyes on her.

Taking a deep breath, Weiss removed her sleeves from her shoulders in an overly sensual way. She felt everyone's eyes on her as she pulled it down in a way that looked like she was stripping. Those eyes were rewarded by seeing a sight none thought they would ever see.

"Here it comes!" Weiss thoughts smiling as that exhibitionist side of her was flaring up.

Weiss stepped out of her dress to reveal that she was wearing a shockingly skimpy outfit. As with most things she owned, it was white, and the bottoms had several bits of ribbons and decorations that made it a lot more suitable for staring at than for use in the water. The real surprise was the top; over her chest, Weiss was wearing the top Yang had bought her from the Showe Room.

"Oh, my god," Weiss thought, her mind everywhere at once as she saw everyone's eyes judging her. All the boys and Yang clearly enjoyed it, but so did Blake for completely different reasons as she fully understood what she was seeing.

Blushing bright red but trying to hide it, Weiss felt everyone, RWBY, JNPR (Especially Jaune), and SSNN (especially Neptune), stare directly at her chest. The white top was cropped incredibly short, only covering the area right underneath her breasts and showing off her pale skin, collar, and even her shoulders. But even the levels of tease uncharacteristic of a prude like Weiss was pittance to the real kicker; she stood in front of everyone, labeled something incredible, as stated by her top.

Weiss Schnee was wearing tiny bikini bottoms and a crop top that said, "Daddy's Girl."

"I feel like a little slut!" Weiss thought, excited at just the word being used to describe herself. She was in heaven, and she had only just taken her dress off. "I can be naughty to!" Having all eyes on her for something other than her grades felt amazing, and the fact that people saw past her heiress status washed away the shame. She was attractive, and in the same way Yang was.

In the mix of gasps, fawns, and muted laughter, a voice broke out of the crowd of Weiss' onlookers.

"WOAH, GIRL!" a familiar ginger shouted, overpowering the din. "Am I dreaming or is Weiss actually wearing that!?"

"Nora!" Pyrrha cried softly, stifling surprise.

"Damn, girl," Yang said, staring at the red on Weiss' face. "I thought I'd have to bet you to wear that!"

The shock of seeing Weiss' skin hit everyone. Normally, no one ever saw more than a bit of her legs under her skirt, let alone her bare arms. Even seeing her shoulders was a rarity, but for her outfit to show so much, and for her to be wearing a highly suggestive crop top was unthinkable. But she was. And she looked determined.

"What, I look like stripper, don't I?" Weiss stopped herself from saying. "Hmm? Oh, I looked at it again and I thought it looked cute." Her tone barely conveyed her face, the pitch rising. "A whore? A naughty little girl?" She felt like she was about to cry from embarrassment. "What of it?" Weiss couldn't meet anyone's eyes, knowing where all of them were. Where she wanted all of them to be.

Yang was dumbfounded, incapable of even finding an appropriate pun. Her uncharacteristic silence was broken with a half hearted, "Well, then."

Weiss couldn't help but notice that everyone sans Ruby was either looking directly at her, or doing their best not to. Even Pyrrha was red faced as she tried to read a book, looking out of the corner of her eye every few seconds. If she made Pyrrha think about her in that way, then she was doing everything right. She just wished she could make her humiliation and excitement a bit less apparent. While Weiss was turned on from all the looks, she felt naked as opposed to skimpy.

"It still feels great, though."

Yang looked away, but her eyes were still scanning the text on Weiss' top, remembering that she had bought it for her at the same place she let people watch her shower. "We were gonna play volleyball in a bit." Yang's grin rose along with an eyebrow. "I don't suppose you'd want to join us?"

Weiss froze up for a second before squeaking out, "I CAN'T! Won't. Ahem... No thank you. I was going to get some color. Maybe later." There was no way she was going to be able to play volleyball in what she was wearing.

There was no way that Weiss could play volleyball without people figuring out that she wasn't wearing a bikini top. Underneath her slutty little crop top, her bare breasts threatened to be revealed from a gust of wind, let alone high action sports. Being in the Showe Room, having the possibility of people look at her when she had gotten undressed, lifted up her skirt, shown off her panties, and worn that red and black lingerie had made her crazy. Even if she had yet to go back, she could do nothing but think about her next trip. Getting seen in that state of vulnerability was just such a turn on to her. See may not have even been seen, but that didn't matter in the slightest.

But now, Weiss was certain that everyone was looking.

Weiss hadn't worn a bikini top underneath her Showe Room "shirt" because of the feelings she was experiencing right now at this very moment; she felt like she was going to die of embarrassment, like her heart was going to burst from how fast it was beating, and like her womanhood was seconds away from making her bikini bottoms show her feelings.

"This is so, so wrong," Weiss thought as Yang starting putting her hair up. "This is exhibitionism. This what bad girls do. This is what I shouldn't be doing. At least the Showe Room was behind closed doors! These are my friends!" She started breathing heavily. "Oh, what if they find out! They'll see my boobs! Those are supposed to be for my boyfriend!" She caught herself. Half a year– no, a month ago, she would have said that only her husband was allowed to see her naked. But she had shown off her body for complete strangers to look at only a little while ago. "Oh... Does this mean I AM becoming–"

Neptune was back to looking at Yang. Her hair was now in a ponytail as she strolled over to the loose group of people about to play volleyball, leaving no strands to cover her chest. Again, eyes were off of Weiss. The novelty of her outfit was short lived now that Yang's breasts demanded attention.

"No," Weiss thought. She had to gather up all of her courage to wear what she was wearing. Yang was not going to ruin it just by existing. Weiss chided her again for thinking of Yang like a slut when she was the one that was seconds away from orgasming a few seconds ago. She chided herself for calling herself a slut. Just because she had dressed a bit skimpier didn't make her a skank. And Yang just had a body and the confidence to show it didn't make her any less. But still, the fact that Neptune was looking at that blonde bimbo ("You don't mean that, Weiss, stop thinking it!") over her was beyond infuriating. The heiress noticed that, of her friends, Neptune was currently closest to her. Suddenly, she was struck with something that made her heart ache.

"Look at her all you want, you'll be thinking of ME!"

"Hey, Neptune~" Weiss mused, her voice candy. The blue haired man turned to face her.

Neptune's face lit up as he was reminded of Weiss' outfit. "Yes, princess?"

"Princess!"

"I was going to tan a little, but... you know how pale I am..." Weiss made a cute pout. "I'm a little afraid."

Neptune looked worried for a split second before regaining his confidence. "Afraid of what?" His eyes lidded and his grin widened. "Your skin is so lovely! Porcelain, in fact!"

Blushing, Weiss felt the flush turning her face scarlet again, though not from her exhibitionist thrill. Neptune was a charmer through and through. "Oh..." she said, daintily. "Thank you! But I still want a little color. I'm afraid of getting a sunburn, though." She cocked her head slightly and smiled a gorgeous smile. "Would you mind putting some sunscreen on me?" She felt her womanhood ache with pleasure as Neptune near fainted.

"I-I would... That is something I am fine with doing, yes!"

"Oh, my gosh, thank you~" Weiss sang in her cutest tone. Neptune was crimson, and he was also looking at her, not her body. It was an invigorating feeling controlling someone. "The bottle is right there," Weiss stated, pointing at her tote. Her heart threatened to burst out of her chest with what she was about to do.

"He's going to know! He's going to find out! He's going to tell everyone!"

Weiss couldn't decide which she wanted more: every one of her friends knowing she wasn't wearing a bikini top, or whether she never wanted anyone to get even remotely close to figuring that out.

"One sec, then," Neptune said, turning towards Weiss' bag.

Sensing the opportunity, Weiss turned her back to everyone and wrestled with her mind for the last time. Without wasting a second, she pulled her top off, exposing her adorable breasts to the open, just out of sight of any of her friends. She was really glad her hair was down; none of her friends would see that she was lacking a top as long as her hair was in the way of her back, but she quickly knelt onto a towel and laid down, pressing her erect nipples into the coarse cloth with the negligible barrier of her top as a cushion. She stifled a wince of pleasure as the fabric touched her in all the right ways. Her everything felt like it was on fire, but now she was safe from full exposure with the exception of her bare back. She looked back to see Neptune taking his sweet time rubbing his hands together with sunscreen, Jaune looking at her from the volleyball court.

"He's going to touch me! He's going to feel that I'm not wearing a top!"

Weiss became acutely aware of how skimpy her bikini bottoms were as she felt Neptune and Jaune stare at her ass. The thought that she was showing so much for the first time in her life set her gears working, and being in public pushed them into overdrive. And she was topless! Given, girls did undo their bikinis to tan, but she'd be completely bare if she so much as leaned up.

Feeling her arousal continue to rise, Weiss looked back at Neptune, still taking in her body. Struggling to form the words without moaning, she asked, "C-can you please hurry up?" She made herself sound weak, not that it was hard in her state of extreme vulnerability. She wanted Neptune to want her harder than he ever had before.

The only thing keeping Weiss from quivering as Neptune started rubbing her back with his fingers while in a dream like trance was the fact that Jaune was still watching her. Horny as she was, she didn't really want Jaune thinking of her in a sexual way; admiring her body was fine, but filling him with dreams of her shaking was not going to happen. Still, it took all of her willpower not to become Neptune's possession.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," Weiss thought, driven crazy by her massage and her unseen exhibitionism. She suddenly really wanted to be alone so that she could lift the burden of the fear of being seen off of her shoulders. Trying to focus on something other than the growing wetness between her legs, she looked up.

"Oh, my god, no."

Weiss' eyes shot open as she looked away from her group of friends. Suddenly, the fact that Neptune was really getting the sunscreen into her shoulders meant nothing. What mattered was that there were people looking at her; three boys, around her age and likely other Beacon students on vacation, were looking between her and each other, their mouths loosely hanging open. Weiss hadn't noticed them up until this point.

It was more than likely that they saw Weiss take off her top before laying on her towel. It was more than likely that they saw Weiss Schnee's tiny, perky, lusciously pale breasts in all their ivory glory. It was more than likely that they knew exactly what the heiress looked like without a shirt.

"There, all done!" Neptune said after hearing Weiss vocalize something unintelligible. "Let me know if you need anything, Weiss!" He departed for the volleyball court everyone had started playing on.

Weiss didn't even register Neptune leaving; she was far too busy locking eyes with the three boys that had probably seen her tits. She'd taken so much care to not be seen by her friends that she hadn't thought about anyone else. And now there was a possibility that a bunch of people she had class with had seen her naked chest. Her face was on fire.

"Oh, my god, yesss!"

Weiss bit her lip as she felt herself orgasm as subtly as she could manage. Stifling the moans and praying her friends didn't see her body quake, she could do nothing but revel in the fact that she may have just flashed someone. And, unlike the Showe Room, they knew exactly who she was. And, unlike the Showe Room, she had shown everything. There was no mask this time, nor any curtains or lingerie. Forgetting all about the mask she had worn, everyone knew the Schnees, and Weiss Schnee had just been topless on a beach. She still was, technically, even if she was laying down.

"Oh, my god!' Weiss screamed mentally, realizing her situation. "What if they took pictures!? What if I'm on video!? Oh, my god!" She quivered again, from both excitement and fear. Getting seen was enough to send her over the edge, but if she had been caught and exposed! She wasn't even fully sure they had seen anything, but the looks she was getting from the boys filled her mind with fantasies.

Weiss looked back at the boys that were looking at her and realized she had just been staring at them. They hadn't looked away, nor had she. Whether they saw her breasts or not didn't matter, they were staring at her as she was tanning, topless.

"Oh, my god, we just got here..." Weiss thought, realizing that in less than an hour of being on the beach, she had shown off her body in a slutty outfit, potentially let a bunch of people see her bare chest, and also orgasmed feet from her friends. She had thought she'd be able to control herself at least a little bit, but there was also the possibility that one of her friends had seen her cum. She still had to deal with the wetness between her legs lest anyone figure it out for sure, plus redress without flashing anyone.

Finding her movements out of her control, Weiss realized that she was waving a warm hello at the three boys that were still staring at her. She looked at her hand, horrified at what she was doing, but at the same time, she didn't want to stop. She realized her smile was lecherous and her eyes were asking for more.

"I want this."

Weiss had to fight the urge to reach between her burning legs and attack the source of heat; the Showe Room had been an outlet for stress, but this level of exhibitionism was driving her insane. Luckily, the boys staring at her were doing just that and nothing else; if they had approached her, she'd have no idea what to do or if she could stop herself from really going out of control. Looking back, she saw no one directly looking at her fighting the urge to masturbate, but there was no way she'd be able to do anything and not get caught.

"You get a taste," Weiss thought, hoping that the boys hadn't seen enough already as she thought of the happy medium of exhibitionism. She seductively waved goodbye, lust on her face, before moving. She pushed her arms into the sand surrounding her towel and began raising her front off of the towel, fighting to breathe. Exposing more and more of her collar and her breasts, she became ever so aware of the stranger's gaze. Just as her nipples started to lift off of her crop top, she moved one arm from pushing to covering, preventing any looks at her bare chest.

"Just a taste."

Weiss saw that the boys were staring at her incredulously, confirming/double confirming that the precious heiress wasn't wearing a top. She broke their hearts when she made sure they were unable to see everything. Thankfully, she felt her thrill start to cool, her near-reveal satisfying her exhibitionist desires.

Obsessively looking behind her back, Weiss pulled her top on and finagled her arms into her sleeves without exposing herself. After taking a moment to breathe, she finally stopped her heart from thundering. She was back to her rational self, free to fully enjoy her day at the beach.

It occurred to Weiss that her potential activities were extremely limited considering her lack of desire to be looked at didn't change the fact that she still didn't have a bikini top. Volleyball was impossible, and after looking down and confirming that her top was both thin and white, playing in the water was also out of the question.

Weiss realized she was going to have a boring day from this point on.