Half an hour

As the nude redhead sat in the waiting room, entirely surrounded by clothed customers, she kept her eyes on the ground and nervously waited for the receptionist to return. If she had been looking up, she'd have seen the wide range of looks from the crowd around her. Some lustful, some offended, and some downright confused.

Just five minutes! Mackenzie thought to herself as she stared at her feet, Five minutes til she'll be back with a robe. I can make it five minutes! Just don't think about the fact that everyone's staring at you. Just imagine you're alone! Although it was easier said than done, Mackenzie was able to bide some time without completely freaking out.

Meanwhile, the receptionist's boyfriend entered the spa, surprising his girlfriend with a spontaneous lunch date! The receptionist took her lunch break a little early and got one of her coworkers to cover the front desk for her while she was gone. In her surprise and excitement, however, she forget to mention that there was currently a nude customer in the waiting room desperately waiting for the next clean robe.

With her eyes down, Mackenzie didn't notice the receptionist walking out the front door, and simply kept counting the seconds until she'd be able to at least have some form of cover. As the seconds stretched into minutes, Mackenzie began to get nervous. She wasn't keeping perfect track of the time, but surely it had been longer than ten minutes by now, right? Her arms were starting to get stiff from holding them in a covering position. How much longer would she be stuck naked today?!

After she'd been sitting there for a full half hour, Mackenzie took a deep breath and stood back up. She made her way back to the receptionist desk, aware she was giving the waiting customers a look at her lovely ass on her way. Mackenzie approached the counter and was surprised to see a different woman sitting there.

"Uh," she said, "excuse me?"

"Yeah?" the woman said impatiently. She wasn't exactly thrilled that she'd suddenly had to cover an extra long lunch shift for her friend on short notice. She glanced up from her magazine and her eyebrows shot up at the sight of the naked woman in front of her. "Can... I help you with something?"

"I was wondering if there were any clean robes or towels yet." Mackenzie said, as politely as she could muster.

"We're super backed up on laundry today." she said, which was true. "We're barely keeping up with having one ready for each new customer at the beginning of their session. What time's your treatment start?"

"Uh, it already finished." Mackenzie said.

"Then what are you still doing here?" she asked, bluntly.

"I... My clothes were... Uh, misplaced... And they're looking for them now..." Mackenzie stammered.

"Look, lady." she said, "I don't know what your deal is and I don't really care. The fact is we've got to make sure we have a fresh towel for each customer when their session starts. So we can't just go handing out extras today." She was partially telling the truth, as that was the company policy. But part of the reason the laundry was more behind than usual was because they had to slow down and look for some woman's lost stuff.

"B-but..." Mackenzie sputtered, growing more **** by the second.

"You can stick around until we find your stuff but I wouldn't count on getting a robe or even a towel until this rush dies down." There was no way the employee was going to bend the rules to help a woman who was making her life extra stressful today. "I'll come let you know if we find your stuff."

Defeated, Mackenzie slowly turned around and made her way back to the waiting room and her attentive audience. Racing through her mind were the receptionist's last words to her: What does she mean "IF" they find them?!