Gasps and murmurs (alternate)

(Inspired chapters by Anonenffan, Phantompen, and Beholder)

Although Mackenzie couldn't see anyone's reaction from the barbecue, she could feel all eyes were on the gorgeous lower half of the naked redhead. Mackenzie normally took a bit of pleasure in turning heads, but she was also normally clothed, and this difference took away the pleasure in all the attention the naked beauty was receiving. Humiliated by her complete exposure, Mackenzie could only lift and cross her smooth, slender legs to cover her moist womanhood, but nothing prevented from people seeing her shapely cute ass.

"I've heard of making an entrance, but I think this is a little much." The voice for her friend Rachel said, breaking the silence and eliciting a few chuckles. "Who is this?"

"Uh, and what were she doing in our tree house? And a bit more importantly, why is she naked?" The voice of her neighbor Mrs. Henderson asked.

"Wait a second! It's Mackenzie! I know that cute ass anywhere!" Mackenzie felt her face burn hearing her drunk friend shout.

"Hey girl, didn't know you were coming, let alone with your birthday suit!" before the naked girl could answer, she let out a small yelp when she felt small sharp sting on her butt cheek when Rachel gave her slap in the ass.

"R-Rachel stop! You're being embarrassing right now! C-Can someone help me with a blanket to cover me? I'd be really grateful. And I'd be even more grateful if everyone would please stop staring at me!" Mackenzie finished as she felt her legs growing tired and slowly declining, almost revealing her landing strip.

"Not so fast." Diane said, inserting herself into the conversation. "Now don't take this the wrong way, Max, Janet, but this party was getting a little dull." The Hendersons nodded in hesitant agreement. "I think this stranger's surprise entrance has injected a little life into this party, though. And I have to say, she makes for a unique centerpiece..."

Mackenzie heard murmurs of agreement ripple through the crowd. They couldn't... they couldn't be agreeing with Diane on this! She was a damsel in distress. They were supposed to help her out! Not agree to take pleasure in her humiliation! And yet that seemed to be the general consensus. Perhaps this neighborhood has less good people than she thought.

"It's settled, then!" Diane stated. "So, what should we do with our new party fixture?"