Ditch the suit, make a run for some clothes

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

Mackenzie was hyperventilating as she ducked into a secluded section of the park, hidden behind a row of decorations. The redhead could hardly believe what she was planning to do, but she saw little alternative to the situation. There would be no getting away with the cumbersome suit on, and the idea of being caught red-handed for something like this was unpleasant to say the least. At least this (admittedly insane) plan might allow her to keep her job.

Removing the suit head, Mackenzie took a breath of fresh air as she finally had a chance to cool off since putting on the ridiculous thing. Blushing intensely, Mackenzie set about unbuckling the straps that held the costume in place, slowly exposing her naked body to the midday sun. A cool breeze whipped through the park, chilling Mackenzie's sweat-soaked body and making her nipples stand at attention. As if she really needed a reminder that she was really naked in her workplace.

"Okay. I just... I just have to run back to the employee area. My uniform should still be in the closet where I left it. I can grab it, get dressed, and run back before anybody's any wiser." Mackenzie whispered to herself.

The task was easier said than done. The employee area was clear across the park, which was currently full of people. There was no way around the fact that she'd be easily spotted as she made her run. The redhead realized that she'd need some way to protect her identity, lest she be recognized as the streaker later and lose her job anyway. As much as Mackenzie wanted to cover herself with her hands, for the sake of her job and dignity, she instead opted to cover her face. With any luck, she'd be able to hide her identity... at the expense of sacrificing her modesty to countless people...

A little (or rather, a whole lot) of embarrassment was still better than being fired and possibly arrested, Mackenzie rationalized. So, trying to ignore the racing of her heart and the butterflies in her stomach, the nubile redhead covered her face, took one last deep breath, and burst out from her hiding place.

"Whoa!"

"Nice tits, baby!"

"Mommy, look! That lady's naked!"

"Pervert!"

"Someone call security!"

"Shake it!"

Mackenzie was bombarded with the voices of park attendants all around her, each voicing their own opinion on her little stunt. She figured this would happen. After all, it wasn't every day people got to see a curvy redhead baring it all in broad daylight. That fact didn't make the whistles and catcalls and jeers any less humiliating.

Trying to put these unpleasant thoughts out of her head, Mackenzie kept running. Peeking between her fingers, Mackenzie's range of vision was limited, but enough to make sure she was going the right way. Unfortunately for the naked beauty...