Her bra was completely ruined

When the man had ripped Mackenzie's sports bra, he had done so in a most impressive way. He had somehow managed to grab the front of it and rip the undergarment right down the middle! And with the two sides no longer connected, the tight fabric had shot apart, settling nicely around Mackenzie's armpits (and doing absolutely nothing to contain her impressive chest). Mackenzie stood there with both her breasts on full display for the room full of men! Her voluptuous boobs were out in the open for all to see, perfectly topped by her two pink nipples, which were quickly stiffening in the cool air.

Mackenzie couldn't help it. She let out a shriek of pure embarrassment and began awkwardly trying to tug the two sides of her bra back together over her boobs. But her attempts were pitifully futile. There was simply no way to salvage the sports bra. Mackenzie's face burned with humiliation. She could feel nearly two dozen pairs of eyes staring right at her exposed chest! After nearly a full minute of struggling with the garment, Mackenzie simply settled for cupping one of her hands over each exposed breast.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?! she desperately thought. But then, redhead remembered something. My shirt! She scurried back towards the front of the room and wasted no time in yanking her tank top out of her bag and pulling it over her head. And with that, Mackenzie was decent again. At least, from the front. The white top was extremely baggy, and was meant to be worn over something else. The large arm-holes showed a lot of skin, including a tantalizing amount of sideboob. Every gaze in the place was still fixed directly on Mackenzie.

"Okay everyone..." she said nervously. It was hard to project her earlier air of confidence when she knew that each and every man there had just gotten an up close and personal view of her bare chest. And that most were still checking her out, even as she spoke. "Class is, uh, done early today. Due to... uh... let's say technical difficulties."

"Already?" a fit looking young man in the front row said. "We barely even started!"

He was right, of course. Mackenzie glanced at the clock. It read 8:08. The class still technically had 42 minutes left. The room was full of grumbles of agreement from most of the other men.

"I'm sorry," she said, "But I can't exactly teach a yoga class dressed like this." Even as she said the words aloud, her right nipple nearly slid into view and Mackenzie had to tug her tank top back into place slightly.

"Why not?" another man pressed. "You've got a shirt on now, don't you?"

"I'm sorry, I just can't," Mackenzie sighed. Didn't they realize that if she tried to do even the simplest poses in this top she'd likely wind up exposing herself all over again? "You're all welcome to come back next week and I'd be happy to-"

"I'm definitely complaining to whoever runs this place," the man in the front row loudly said as he began rolling up his mat.

The comment made Mackenzie hesitate. Her boss, Stefan, wouldn't be thrilled to hear she'd ended a class early. Mackenzie recalled an incident a month or so ago where he had chewed her out for doing so in a cycling class. The seat of Mackenzie's tights had split during the workout and she'd sent everyone home fifteen minutes early, afraid they'd notice the pink underwear she'd been wearing at the time.

"A little wardrobe malfunction is no excuse for cancelling a class!" Stefan had yelled at her. "I don't want to hear about you pulling a stunt like that ever again!"

And that had been for ending a class fifteen minutes early. If she ended this one a full forty minutes early... Mackenzie gulped. Stefan took running the gym deadly seriously. She had little doubt she'd face some serious disciplinary action if she packed up now. Hell, Stefan might even fire her! But to keep going with the class would undoubtedly mean giving these strangers even more glimpses of her boobs, no matter how careful she was. Mackenzie had a difficult choice to make.