In a small supply room

Mackenzie burst through the door and almost immediately tripped over several boxes directly in front of the door. She loudly slammed the door shut behind her, but was more than a bit dismayed to find it had no lock on it. She wasn't sure if the three guys would follow her in here, but she didn't exactly want to chance it. The naked young beauty hurriedly looked around the room, which seemed packed to the brim with boxes and containers. Each one seemed to be practically overflowing with some kind of supply for the movie theater. Popcorn buckets, drink cups, even a few large cardboard cutouts from recent blockbusters. At the back of the small room, underneath several enormous stacks of scattered paperwork, was an old desk. Mackenzie awkwardly traversed the crowded room, and scooted underneath the desk between two large cardboard boxes. As soon as she did, she slid another box a few feet across the floor, placing it right in front of her.

She'd made it just in time. The door opened and Mackenzie heard several voices.

"Where'd she go?" one voice asked.

"She must be in here somewhere," another said.

"Hey naked girl!" a third called, "Why don't you come out?"

That got the three of them chuckling to themselves. But their fun was suddenly ended by a loud, stern voice in the distance.

"Just what do you gentlemen think you're doing?" the man yelled from somewhere in the hallway. "That room is off limits to non-employees!"

That quickly sent the young adults scrambling. Over muffled cries of "Oh shit!" and "Cheese it, dude!" Mackenzie heard the three of them quickly retreating. She let out a deep breath of relief. That is, until she heard the new voice call out from the doorway.

"Alright, you too!"

Mackenzie froze, her bare butt on the cold linoleum floor, clutching her legs to her chest.

"I know you're in there!" the man said loudly. "I saw the door slam shut before those three opened it. Now I suggest you leave and join them before I have to get mall security involved.

No, no, no, no! Mackenzie's mind began racing. She did not want to have to deal with another mall labelling her a streaker and banning her from the premises. She and her friends had been down that road before. Although hopefully this time it wouldn't involve marching her naked through the crowded mall with her wrists cuffed behind her back...

"I'm going to count to 3," the man said.

Mackenzie mentally conceded. She was at the end of the line. At least if she got caught she would be able to reunite with Bri, who she assumed was looking for her. ...Theoretically. But, as Mackenzie shoved the box in front of her forward a few inches, her fingers touched something that she hadn't expected. Fabric.

"1..." he slowly said.

Mackenzie yanked the fabric out of the box and was greeted with the sight of a black polo shirt, complete with the theater's insignia on the left breast.

"2..." his tone growing more serious.

Mackenzie pulled the shirt over her head at breakneck speed. Somehow, in her state of pure desperation, she was able to don the fabric at stunning speed. It was probably the fastest she had ever put on a shirt in her life!

"3!" he yelled, right as Mackenzie rose from her hiding spot. His stern voice faltered at the sudden sight, "What the?!"

Mackenzie stood there, wearing nothing but the employee shirt. It was comically big on her, which likely helped in her donning it so quickly. It also meant it came just low enough to cover her womanhood from view. Still, Mackenzie made sure to keep the large box in front of her, shielding her from the waist down. She shyly tugged the bottom down even further as she suddenly found herself staring at a middle-aged mustached man. His nametag proudly read "Stuart - Senior Manager" in bold yellow font.

"And who are you?" he asked, clearly having never seen Mackenzie before.

"I'm, uh, Ma..." Mackenzie suddenly got the idea that giving him her real name probably wasn't the smartest move in her scenario. "Marissa," she finished. "My name's Marissa."

"Marissa, huh," Stuart said, looking at a clipboard he'd been holding in his hand, "I didn't hear about any new hires by that name. Who did your interview?"

"Uh..." Mackenzie glanced around the room. Her eyes settled on the name at the top of one of the papers on the desk. She tentatively went with it. "Gary...?"

There was a tense moment of silence before Stuart gave a weary sigh.

"Of course it was Gary," he spoke again. "He never fills out any of the necessary paperwork! That would also explain your, uh," he coughed politely, "oversized uniform."

He meaningfully motioned to his upper chest. Mackenzie glanced down at her own and for the first time noticed that, with the three chest buttons undone, there was quite a gap in the extra large shirt. The three open buttons wouldn't really have exposed anything vital if it was Mackenzie's proper size. But this shirt was quite a bit bigger. A narrow window of skin stretched all the way down her chest, exposing a bit of skin between her breasts. Mackenzie blushed even more deeply, then quickly began buttoning them up.

"Come with me," Stuart sighed, "and I'll get you sorted out and find where you belong." He beckoned her forward.

Mackenzie really wanted to do just about anything but that. But she didn't think she'd like how this manager would react if he found out she wasn't actually an employee, and had in fact simply taken an employee's shirt from the restricted supply room. So, she obliged and stepped around the boxes. Mackenzie would simply have to bide her time and wait until this man wasn't around. Then she could duck back into the mall somewhere, and hopefully find Bri again. She tugged her shirt even lower as she followed Stuart down the theater hallway.

"I'm sure Gary neglected to mention it," he said, eyeing her legs as they walked, "but the dress code requires that shorts be at least knee length."

"R-right," Mackenzie muttered. She supposed it must have looked to him like she was wearing some very skimpy shorts underneath the shirt. After all, why would he assume that she was, in fact, bottomless beneath it?

"And please wear some suitable footwear next time," he added. Mackenzie glanced down at her bare feet, somehow finding a way to feel even more self-conscious. "Let me guess, your choice in shoes didn't turn out to be as comfortable as you thought after you'd been on your feet for an hour or two? I'll let it slide this time since it's your first day, but you really should invest in a proper pair of sneakers. In fact, I'd even go so far as to suggest buying some padded shoe inserts. They're lifesavers, I'm telling you! I've got a pair with this gel in them..."

As they continued down the hall and Stuart continued rambling about the advantages of proper foot support, Mackenzie was looking for any kind of chance to duck away from the man. But none seemed to be forthcoming. Instead, they were nearly coming to the end of the hall. In just a few moments, they were due to emerge into the brightly lit lobby. Mackenzie could already hear the growing din of people buying tickets, snacks, and drinks. And it sounded like there were a lot of them.

Mackenzie gulped nervously. All she needed was for Stuart to be distracted for a moment. Then, she could bolt into the crowd and get back into the mall proper. She mentally prepared herself to run the moment Stuart looked away. An employee calling to him, his phone going off, or even a customer asking him a question. Any of them would work just fine. Mackenzie just needed an opening...