Fire Drill!

Nearly an hour and a half since her revelation Mackenzi’s despair was growing. By now the noise of muffled feet and instructions had died down. Everyone, Mack assumed, had settled in to relax, half right not realizing the staff outside had just finished giving instructions about the voyages first fire drill! These thoughts lead to jealousy as the busty redhead lamented her total lack of relaxation so far. These thoughts were soon interupted when the lights dimmed and the shrill SCREATCH of the fire alarm. Causing Mackezie’s blood to flash freeze.

*Beep*Beep*Beep* the alarm whailed deafeningly for a few moments as Mackenzie ran around her room wildly, searching for ANYTHING to provide cover. Nearly at her wits end scrambling around the thread bare room. Mackenzi felt a brief moment of reprieve when she pulled from under the sink… a wash cloth! Seeing it in the scant light Mack’s face quickly dropped again as a blush formed over her body. Trying every way she could imagine Mack couldn’t find adequate cover with the small red hand rag.

“No no no come ON! She begged. About to take another **** look around the cabin Mackenzie was interrupted by a call over the rooms intercom. “Fire! Fire! All guests report deck side for assistance, or risk serious harm!” Hearing this the redhead’s eyes bulged thinking this must be serious. With no time left to search and figuring she had no other choice. Mack opened her door peering out. Thankfully seeing no one she did her best to cover her generous assets with her hands and “towel” as she stepped out. Jumping in panic as she heard her room door swing shut and lock with a *Click.*