Again, yes and no

Steeling her nerves, Mackenzie jogged back out into the hall again. This time she had the luxury of using one hand for each breast, for what that was worth. And sooner than she liked, Mackenzie found herself pushing the bathroom door open.

Her nervous first glance didn't notice anyone, although it did sound like at least one person was currently showering. As good an opportunity as any! she thought as she began checking the empty stalls for any signs of her underwear. Come on... come on...

The stalls yielded no results, so Mackenzie moved to the sink next. I seriously hope it's not in the showers... Mackenzie dreaded to herself. And at that moment, the sound of rushing water stopped. Whoever was inside had just finished their shower and would likely be stepping out of the stall soon.

Shit, shit, shit! Mackenzie thought, now desperately checking the underside of the counter. And there, pinned to the wood, was a pair of panties. Dark purple with some white lace in the front. Score! she thought as she pulled one of the pins free. But the second pin was wedged much more firmly into the counter. Mackenzie began frantically trying to pull it loose, aware that she was going to be discovered at any second. Ah, fuck it! she thought as she began pulling on the panties instead. They came loose on the second tug, with a tiny tearing sound, and Mackenzie wasted no time getting out from under the bathroom counter.

She stood up and turned to sprint out of the bathroom right as the towel-clad boy opened the shower stall. The two college students froze and stared at each other in shock. Both of them were completely topless, though the boy certainly got the better end of the deal. After a moment, Mackenzie got at least some of her senses back and she crossed her arms over her generous chest.

"Are you... the towel girl from this morning?" he asked as a smile slowly spread across his face.

This made Mackenzie's face flush and was enough to get her moving again. Without a word she sprinted out of the bathroom, clutching her recovered panties to her chest. She burst out into the hall, nearly running directly into another shocked guy, before heading back to her room as fast as her feet would carry her.

"Three people..." she muttered as she tried to catch her breath. She'd made it back to her room and had successfully locked the door behind her. "I've already been seen by three people and I've only got two pieces of clothing back. Not exactly a great ratio..."

Figuring she may as well follow through, Mackenzie stepped into the panties and pulled them up her slender legs. (Mackenzie failed to notice the small rip that had formed in the panties' waistband thanks to her haste in ripping them free.) Then Mackenzie opened the camera on the phone, before realizing she'd actually have to raise her skirt to get the panties in the shot. Blushing at the notion that she was taking an upskirt shot of herself and sending it to a stranger, Mackenzie took the photo.

She wanted to ask if she could maybe get a top back next, but figured it was better not to press her luck with the thief. She sent the photo and soon got a reply:

"Nice job! Those panties really suit you.

Next up, your black tank top is hidden somewhere in your building's elevator.

Good luck!"

"Oh thank god." Mackenzie said. After running around naked and topless for so long, having a top of any kind sounded like a godsend. Mackenzie opened her door again, letting her hands resume their spots covering her breasts, and took off at a run down the hallway.