Before she can decide she's stopped by an artist

Mackenzie walked along the wooden boardwalk, feeling the rough sensation on her bare feet with every step. It wasn't too bad, once she got used to it. Certainly not so uncomfortable that she had to head back to her hotel. She'd only been on one ride so far! And maybe she'd find a vendor or small store that sold shoes along the way.

Just as she was trying to decide what to ride next, Mackenzie heard a voice calling out to her, excitedly.

"Miss! Oh, miss!" a man's voice cut through the crowd. Mackenzie turned to see an older man with gray hair animatedly waving at her. She glanced around, wondering if he was talking to someone else. But he only pointed right at Mackenzie, as if to confirm he was indeed talking to her. The puzzled redhead strode over to the man, who seemed to be running some kind of small art stand.

"I don't mean to trouble you, miss," he said cheerily, "but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind posing for a drawing! I'm a caricature artist, you see. And I hope you don't mind me saying that you look downright gorgeous! You'd be perfect for a magnificent drawing!"

Mackenzie took a closer look at some of the art hanging on the front of his stand, and sure enough, there were various caricatures of dozens of different people plastered everywhere.

"Oh, thanks... I'd like to, but I don't have any money," Mackenzie fibbed. Truthfully she did have a few dollars in her shorts' pocket, but she wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of sitting there while some stranger made a funny drawing of her.

"Not to worry! Not to worry!" he said, keeping up his bubbly energy, "You wont have to pay a cent! I'd like to put you up on my stand, in fact. A face as beautiful as yours will help entice potential customers, I'm sure of it!"

"Uh, well," Mackenzie stammered, trying to think of a different excuse. But nothing came to mind. So she sighed and relented. "Alright."

"Magnificent! Just take a seat on that stool and I'll be done in a jiffy!"

Mackenzie complied, and gave the man a hesitant smile. He began to quickly and expertly sketch out Mackenzie's body. A minute or so later, he gave a subtle signal with his foot to a teenage boy who was hidden just out of sight. The youth sprung into action.

The old man, sometimes, thought his artistic talents were wasted on just drawing simple smiling people. He craved to see raw, true emotions, and recreate that very essence on his canvas. And that's why he had made his little arrangement with the teenager. He would sprint by and do something to surprise the subject. Sometimes it was a quick pinch or prod, and sometimes it got as serious as pulling the drawstring of a bikini. He had a feeling he knew what the boy would opt to do today.

The boy sprinted out of hiding, passing right behind Mackenzie, and grabbed hold of her bikini as he moved. Specifically, one of the ties that was knotted on her back. He gave it a yank as he ran by, waiting for the tie to be whisked out of his hand once the knot unraveled, as it always was. But, as he rounded the corner and ducked out of sight, he was surprised to find the tie was still in his grip. In fact, he was clutching an entire red bikini top! After successfully untying the knot on Mackenzie's back, the teenager's tug had split the damaged knot on her neck as well. So, as he rapidly retreated he had unintentionally whisked Mackenzie's entire bikini top out from the gap in her shirt!

"H-hey!" Mackenzie shouted, instinctively moving her hands to her chest, despite still having her shirt on. She glared at where she thought the teen had disappeared, and made a move to rise from the stool.

"Hold still please!" the artist said, "We're almost done." Mackenzie begrudgingly settled back into her sitting position.

The man found that he was still surprised by how some people reacted to the surprise. Some were instantly angry, some confused, but this woman... she seemed to be primarily embarrassed. He captured her blushing face in all its beauty, immortalized on his canvas. If anything, her embarrassment only increased how alluring she looked. She was truly a mesmerizing sight to behold.

"Annnnd finished!" he declared. "Thank you so terribly much, miss...?"

"Mackenzie," the blushing redhead blurted out before turning and briskly walking back the way she'd came.

Before preparing to hang the caricature, the artist admired how sexy Mackenzie's curvy ass looked in her tight skimpy shorts as she walked away. And were those... swimsuit ties dangling down her right leg? And were they coming from... inside her shorts?