A happy jaunt back to her room

Mackenzie's trip back to her room was accompanied by the sound of joyous humming coming from her full lips. For the first time since landing on this god forsaken tropical paradise, the lovely Ms. Fairbairn did not have to venture forth stark ass naked. Her skin was now guarded by a layer of soft fabric like everyone else she passed in the hall. Now granted that fabric was not a dress or shirt but in fact just a single white towel clinging to her body that left little to the imagination. And yes, people she passed still stared as she boldly prancing through the gilded halls like she had just gotten out of the shower, but Mackenzie just ignored that. She really needed the win.

As she made her way through the main halls of the resort, Mackenzie passed back through the lobby and spotted the same receptionist who had checked her in earlier that day. Mackenzie paused. The lobby was relatively empty; with only a few tired drunks and partiers wandering in from their nights on the town. It might be a good idea to talk to someone about the problems with her room. The dead phoneline, the lack of towels, and the exposing locale were all things Mackenzie needed to deal with soon so maybe now while the lobby was relatively empty was the best time. She turned and headed towards the front desk in a hurry. She wanted to get this done real quick. The Receptionist was at first confused by the towel clad woman approached her until she recognized her as the "nudist" she had checked in earlier that day.

"Oh Ms. Fairbairn," She smiled as Mackenzie stood before her adjusting her towel. "I hope you had an easy time finding your room."

"My room. Yes." Mackenzie said clasping her hands together a light clap ringing out on impact, "That's what I need to talk to you about."

"Oh, is there a problem with your room."

"There are....several actually, and I think the best for me to just switch rooms. I have my armband right here so if you could just sync it with another room, maybe one on a higher floor would be nice, I can be on my way."

"Oh, I'm sorry Ma'am," The receptionist's smile suddenly feeling less genuine, "but we can't do that."

"What!?" Mackenzie flinched. "Why not?"

"The nudist package is relatively new. Your current room is the only one suitable for nudist guests at this time."

"Uh, well it's not prepared enough!" She pouted. "My room had no towels, the phone was out, and there's no curtain for the giant window, so I have zero privacy!"

The Receptionists stayed quiet for a second. Seeming to process what Mackenzie had said, like a computer, before answering. "Well, I can send someone right away to check on your phone connection, and I can ask about some curtain, however, hotel policy forbids me from sending any towels to your room."

"Huh?" Mackenzie grunted.

"As part of your nudist package your room has a special air dryer installed into the shower. Once you turn off the water, jets of warm air will shoot out to dry your skin and hair for you. Sending towel to your room would be reductive and a waste of our stock. So, your room is not in the rotation."

Mackenzie was rendered speechless for a second. They weren't going to give her towels? So, if she wanted another she'd have to track down another maid? She couldn't deny it was a much MUCH better alternate to continuing to run around in the buff, but that didn’t mean the redhead wanted to settle for living on the edge of total exposure. She'd suffered enough of that in college! Instinctively Mackenzie reached down towards the hem of the towel, just wanting to feel it's fabric between her fingers for a second. However, all she felt was the naked flesh of her left breast. She held her breath and slowly looked down, spotting her precious towel pooled around her feet.

"Ahh" Mackenzie screamed bending over to grab her fallen cover and pressing it against her chest. She quickly rose back up hair flipping wildly into a tangle.

"W-when did that happen." She winced.

"Around the time you shouted 'what' and took a step back." The receptionist calmly answered. "You didn't notice?"

"No, I didn't." Mackenzie grunted through gritted teeth. A wolf whistle from behind broke her steely expression as she desperately tried to wrap the towel around herself to cover her exposed ass. Only having the one towel was a problem but it wasn't insurmountable. After getting her towel secured on her body once again, she held up the bracelet the receptionist had given her to use as a keycard. "Y-you said this thing can be used at certain stores right."

"Yes, ma'am it's directly connected to your bank account. Don't lose it."

"Right but are any of them.....closeby?" Mackenzie nervously pleaded. "Like maybe in the hotel itself or the nearby village."

"Actually, we have a pamphlet for that." The receptionist said reaching down underneath the counter, pulling out a colorful brochure. "This lists every location the bracelet can be used for purchases."

With an appreciative nod Mackenzie took the leaflet. She examined the cover which was titled the Hands-Free Shopper Program Guide. Below the title was a simplistic drawing of a cartoon woman. She was butt naked save an armband similar to Mackenzie's which she triumphantly raised above her head. She was also a fellow redhead which made the lovely Ms. Fairbairn weirdly uncomfortable.

Calm down, there's no way this is based on me. Right?

Making sure her towel was still secure first, Mackenzie used both hands to open the pamphlet revealing a large map of the island of Santo Marcelito with small cartoon pins identifying all the businesses that were part of the program. A panel with another drawing of the naked redhead scanning her armband revealed this was part of a major tourism program created by the Santos Marcelito government. Another method of attracting nudists by working with local businesses and hotels. Unfortunately for Mackenzie not many businesses near the Belleza Revelada Resort had joined the program. The closest was a single shop in the nearby village. A sunglasses hut. It was disheartening news, and somehow not even the most disheartening thing the pamphlet told her.

"What a second," Mackenzie whispered looking closely at the other pins. "There's not a single clothing store on here!"

"Of course not, the bracelet is for nudists after all. They aren't exactly the target demographic of most clothing stores. However, I do believe a few hat shops are in the program."

"S-so I won't be able to buy clothes after all." Mackenzie exhaled her expression twisting as she began to sweat nervously.

"Well, um, I'm sure a few stores sell some clothes for souvenir purposes." The receptionist said trying to make her guest feel better. "You can probably find novelty t-shirts, sandals, and maybe even some short shorts if you look hard enough."

"Great," Mackenzie moaned, her melancholy on full display. "So, I just have to haplessly search though all these stores and hope I find something." She looked down at the pamphlet wondering which of the many little pins might carry clothes. She again noticed how most of the cartoon dots were nowhere near the hotel. "Even then I have to find a way across the island. Again. "

"Well, you could always take our car service."

The light returned to Mackenzie's eyes. "C-Car service?"

"That's right," The receptionist nodded. "Part of your nudist package just like the unlimited breakfast and free massages from the spa."

"Sure, sure but the car service," Mackenzie said leaning over the counter. "How often can I use it? What if I'm not at the hotel?"

"We have a special car for nudist guests. At the moment that's just you so you can essentially use it whenever you want. And if you are not on the grounds, Santos Marcelito's public phones don't charge for interisland calls. Just find one and phone the hotel and we will send the car to your location. Would that be helpful"

"Yes, YES that's perfect!" Mackenzie shouted reaching forward and grabbing the woman's hand. "Thank you so much. I-I'll call in the morning, once the phone's fixed, and schedule the pickup. Thank you again!"

Smiling brighter then when even when she acquired the towel, Mackenzie pushed off the counter and walked away from the desk, her mind racing with a mix of relief and anticipation. Granted the redhead still didn't know where she could find clothes, but so long as she had the car and towel the search would at least be bearable. If she was lucky Mackenzie would be fully dressed by this time tomorrow. After everything that had happened today that thought almost made her giggle with excitement. She almost didn't hear the receptionist calling to her.

"Ma'am. MA'AM!" She shouted at Mackenize until the redhead finally heard her and turned back, face still bright and joyous. "You forgot something." The receptionist pointed down over her desk at the towel once again sprawled out on the floor.

"WOOOO!" A drunken pack of dudes called as they crossed the lobby. "Now what looks like a lady who's having a good time!"

Makenzie's bright smiling face flinched, but she refused to scream. This joyous moment would not be ruined by misfortune and a few drinkards. The again naked bombshell calmly walked back to the desk and again picked her towel form the floor.

"Thank you," She whispered sounding hoarse as she rewrapped the towel around her chest. Then she jogged out of the lobby at a quick pace, hoping her good mood would last till she made it to her room.