He helps her escape.

Isaac looked at Mackenzie, who tried to look as uncomfortable as possible. If she could just appeal to his sense of decency, maybe she'd stand a chance of getting covered.

Isaac took her arm again, then said, "Come with me."

They took off down the hallway, Isaac walking at a pace just brisk enough that she had to jog. Her boobs bounced obscenely, which she tried to ignore. Another thing she pretended wasn't happening was the wetness between her legs, which she felt with each step. Her thighs rubbing together only served to inadvertently stimulate her clit. It was like a self-fulfilling prophecy. The wetter she got, the hornier she got, so the wetter she got, so the hornier she got, on into infinity.

"I'm gonna get you out of here," Isaac whispered to her, still facing forward, and Mackenzie's heart just about burst with relief. There were good people left in the world! Or at least reasonable ones. He was bringing her to safety, and hopefully clothes. Finally, her nightmare was coming to an end.

They ended up at what looked like a side door in a deserted hallway. Isaac looked at her, and she credited him for not looking any lower than her shoulders. His hand came up to her face, and she flinched, then relaxed when he grabbed the edge of the tape.

"I'm gonna do it fast and get it over with, alright?"

She nodded, and off the tape came. Mackenzie hissed in pain. Isaac brought a finger to his lips, looking around worriedly. "Thank you," she said, her voice hoarse from lack of use.

He grabbed a key off his tool belt, and when she looked down, Mackenzie noticed he had an erection. "Turn around," he said.

Mackenzie did so, breathing hard. She tried not to jump as she felt his large hands behind her, unlocking the cuffs. "If you let me go, won't I get in trouble?"

"You've got no ID, nobody knows who you are," he said. "You're no one."

She licked her lips, mouth suddenly very dry. At last, she heard the cuffs click, and had range of motion again. She stretched her arms, massaging her sore shoulders.

They stood there for a moment before Mackenzie jumped and re-covered herself. She carefully made sure her nipples were covered by her arm, then cupped her pussy in her hand. Her palm was wet, and she felt her pussy pulse at the direct touch, but she had ****. Though countless people had just seen her naked, she still physiologically could not help but cover herself.

Isaac opened the door. Mackenzie stayed still. "C-could I have something to cover up with? Anything?"

He hesitated. "We don't have much time," he said. "If you wait here, I can try and go grab some clothes for you. But my shift's not over, so I might have to go back out. And even if I do bring you clothes, you'll look like an escaped convict."

None of those options sounded doable to her. "Couldn't you just- just loan me something you're wearing?"

"I can't take off any part of the uniform," he said, and sounded truly sorry.

Mackenzie thought hard. She was truly stranded. The trip she was supposed to be on - which was costing her thousands of dollars to miss, she realized with horror - was a long one, so she'd taken a cab to the airport. Her house was an hour away by car. Everyone she knew thought she was abroad, in a different time zone. If she didn't risk waiting for clothes, she'd be nude public property once more.

On the other hand, waiting in this alley for clothes didn't sound so great either, and that's assuming Isaac would be able to come back.