Back at the studio, losing the blanket

The van finally arrived back at Channel 6 headquarters, located in the middle of (the modestly sized city's) downtown. Mackenzie made extra sure her blanket stayed in place as she carefully exited the van. The sidewalk felt warm and rough under her bare feet, and the redhead was acutely aware of how many stares she was drawing from nearby people on the street.

"Pete, you go park the van," Gary said. "Mackenzie and I are gonna go have a word with Steve."

"You got it," Pete said, hopping back in the driver's seat.

"Tyler, you head to my office and start on the damage control," Gary said to his assistant. The young bespectacled man simply nodded in reply and moved to close the passenger door. He was a very quiet and slightly mysterious man. Mackenzie didn't think she'd heard him utter a single word all day. She'd honestly kind of forgotten he'd been there with them half the time. He just sort of... faded into the background whenever she wasn't thinking about him. Almost as if it took a small mental effort to even notice his presence.

Unseen by everyone else, Tyler had picked up on his boss's quick glance at Mackenzie's blanket, coupled with the twitch of one of his eyebrows. He followed his gaze and instantly knew what his boss wanted him to do. That was what made him such a phenomenal assistant, after all. He could always perfectly ascertain what Gary expected of him with just a subtle motion or expression, and could carry it out virtually unseen. That and his... outside the box thinking. Tyler surreptitiously closed the van's door on the edge of Mackenzie's blanket.

Pete started the van's engine and drove the vehicle out into the street. And, at the exact same time, Mackenzie's blanket was ripped off her body and carried away with the van. Leaving Mackenzie standing on the busy sidewalk completely nude. She gave a small scream and immediately crouched down, doing her best to cover herself with just her arms.

Gary waited just long enough to make sure a few passersby were whipping out their phones before he got to Mackenzie. He needed the extra publicity, after all, if Mackenzie Fairbairn was going to become the phenomenon she was meant to be.

"Mackenzie! Quick!" he said, feigning urgency and pulling her back to a standing position. "Inside, hurry! We'll get you something to wear inside!"

The naked beauty didn't need to be told twice. She sprinted inside, with Gary and Tyler right behind her. As she stepped through the revolving door, she could hear someone from the street shout, "It's her! It's the naked animal lady!" Apparently her most recent debacle was already starting to make the rounds.

"Welcome to Cha-" the woman at the front desk robotically began as she looked up. Her facial expression quickly changed to one of shock, however. "OHMYGOD! Mackenzie?!"

"Uh, h-hi Kaitlyn," Mackenzie stuttered to her friend as Gary guided her through the lobby.

"Let's get you up to your dressing room!" Gary commanded, keeping pace with Mackenzie's run.

"What the hell happened?!" the woman called as Mackenzie continued running.

"Long story!" the redhead called over her shoulder. Kaitlyn would no doubt be eager to hear about everything, and she'd have to regale her with the story at some point. Preferably over drinks sometime.

Gary led her up to the third floor, where earlier that morning she'd gotten changed into an outfit that no longer existed. Along the way, countless Channel 6 employees saw and called out to Mackenzie. They were all aware that Mackenzie had wound up naked on the air a few days prior, but it seems most weren't aware it had happened again just half an hour ago! She could hear the various whisper as she passed.

"She's naked again?"

"Where the hell are her clothes?!"

"Damn, it's even better seeing her naked in person!"

"Weather's beautiful today, so what's her excuse this time?"

Mackenzie kept her head down and just ran through the hallway, **** beyond all measure to get to the safety of her dressing room and her waiting clothes from home.

"MACKY!" roared a deep voice she recognized all too well. Her boss, Steve. "GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Mackenzie stumbled to a halt and turned to face her boss, who was standing in the doorway to his office and looking quite irate.

"J-just a minute, Steve! I just need to get dr-"

"NOW!!" he roared even louder.

"Let's just get this settled as quickly as possible," Gary said. He gently laid a hand on Mackenzie's elbow and steered her over towards the waiting Steve.

"But! But!" Mackenzie protested as she was led in the opposite direction of her clothes. Her dressing room was just twenty feet away!

"I know, I know," Gary muttered. "But the quicker I calm him down, the quicker you can get dressed again, alright?"

After a few very long seconds of ****, Mackenzie finally caved.

"Fine..." she mumbled. And with that, she followed Gary into Steve's office, still quite naked.

The ensuing argument between the two men took over 20 minutes to finally subside. Meaning Mackenzie was stuck awkwardly standing there, with her left arm over her breasts and her right hand over her pussy, for an agonizingly long time. She really wished that Steve's office wasn't all glass, with countless numbers of her coworkers peeking in at her as she was **** to stand there in the buff. Even worse, her two superiors were arguing about her inability to keep her clothes on and the fact that she'd orgasmed on live TV. After the first few minutes, Mackenzie had simply tried to block it all out. And to think about anything, absolutely anything, other than the fact that she'd wound up naked and humiliated on live TV. Again. Eventually, she felt Gary gently grab her shoulder again.

"Huh?! What?" she said, finally letting reality come back to her.

"I said, it's over," Gary said. "For now, at least."

"Where's Steve?" Mackenzie asked, only now realizing that they were the only two still standing in the room.

"Well, we were... unable to resolve our disagreement," Gary said bitterly.

"Oh no, you didn't... you didn't fire him, did you?" Mackenzie asked, fearfully. Despite the fact that he was so angry with her now, Steve had always been a good boss for her.

"Oh, no, no!" Gary quickly said, waving a hand and guiding Mackenzie towards the door. "Steve's just... taking a little bit of time off for now. He'll be back in a few weeks or so."

"Oh, okay," Mackenzie said, with obvious relief, as Gary guided her back out into the crowded hallway. Any relief Mackenzie felt was instantly dispelled as she truly remembered that she was being carted around naked in front of her coworkers again.

"For the time being," Gary said, still leading her by the elbow, "I think it would be best if you worked directly under me. Why don't we head to my office and we can discuss a few-"

"Uh, Gary?" Mackenzie interrupted. "Do you think I could go, uh, get dressed now?"

"Hm? Oh! Oh yes of course!" he said with a laugh. "Sorry about that! I guess I just kind of got used to you standing there all naked! Please, please, by all means! Got get dressed and head home for the day. We can talk tomorrow morning. "

"Thank you," Mackenzie said emphatically before scuttling over to her dressing room.

After entering and closing the door behind her, Mackenzie gasped upon seeing the table where she'd left her clothes empty. She had a panic stricken moment of worry that her clothes had been stolen while she'd been gone, but it was quickly laid to rest. There, hanging neatly on the small clothing rack by the wall, were the clothes she'd chosen that morning. She let out an immense sigh of relief, not even wanting to have to think about what she would've done if her clothes were gone. Her commute consisted of two separate bus rides and wouldn't have been the most enjoyable one to partake while still nude.

As she put her clothes back on, Mackenzie reasoned that someone from the wardrobe department had probably been the one to fold and hang them. She pulled on her familiar underwear, soon followed by her blouse and slacks, before grabbing her shoes and peeked out the door. The coast seemed clear, so the redhead made for the rear entrance of the building. She really didn't want to have to answer any of her coworkers questions about, well, everything that had happened that day. She just wanted to be in the safety and comfort of her home. Hopefully, in just half an hour she would be.

Gary Powers sat at his desk, watching through the blinds until he saw the bright red hair of his newest star hustling down the sidewalk. Even as he watched, a couple stopped and seemed to recognize the woman, calling out to her as she hustled past them. He glanced up when Tyler wordlessly entered his office.

"I take it that everything went well?" he asked. The young man simply nodded and placed a set of keys on his desk. The copies he'd made of Mackenzie's when she'd been stuck in that yelling match with Steve. "Excellent. I hope you didn't go overboard with the modifications."

To this, Tyler raised one hand and shook his head, eyes closed. Then, he tapped the button of his dress pants twice and gave a small flicking gesture with his fingers. Gary took that to mean that the button of Mackenzie's slacks would soon find itself popping free of the pants, likely on her way home at some point, but that the assistant hadn't altered her wardrobe any further than that. Tyler really did seem to have something for a gift for tampering with things. He always seemed to know how to sabotage something to go wrong in just the right way or at just the right time. And that special skill certainly applied to clothes.

"Good, good," Gary mused. "We don't want to hit her with too much too soon, but a little extra exposure in front of bystanders off the air will help us with the credibility of her whole situation. At least until we find the limit of what we can get away with. But for now," he grinned, "why don't you show me what other ideas you whipped up for Mackenzie's future broadcasts..."