It's Ben's girlfriend

Before she could react, Mackenzie heard a new voice say "Can somebody explain to me what the hell is going on here!?"

Without wasting a moment to see who the new arrival was, the two tans bolted. Unwilling to stick around and risk having to explain what they'd been doing.

Mackenzie began to give chase "Hey wait! You need to delete that photo!"

The teens were fast and quickly disappeared through the thicket of trees that surrounded the clearing. Mackenzie reluctantly came to a halt. She'd already sprinted through a public area while naked and handcuffed once and she wasn't willing to repeat the experience (even if that meant letting the boys escape with the photos of her).

Mackenzie turned to face the new arrival, already flushed with embarrassment from being exposed to yet another person while cuffed and unable to cover up. She found herself face to face with a strangely familiar woman.

The woman looked to be around the same age as Mackenzie but a lot shorter, maybe 5'3? Her long black hair was pulled back from her face and tied into a plaited ponytail. She was wearing makeup (red lipstick and winged eye liner) and had several piercings, a nose ring and hooped earrings to be precise. Even if she hadn't been nude, Mackenzie would still have felt unadorned by comparison.

It was a bright sunny day but the woman had covered up well anyway, perhaps she'd recently moved from somewhere with a warmer climate? She wore a long sleeve roll neck sweater and a pair of dark denim jeans, leaving only the skin of her face and hands uncovered.

Mackenzie shivered, responding to an imagined chill in the air. Standing in front of a fully clothed woman threw her own nudity into stark relief and made her feel even more exposed.

"Umm, hi" said the naked redhead sheepishly.

Hopefully, this would be the last time a stranger would see her naked that day. Surely this woman would empathize with her predicament and help her?

For a moment, the two women stared at each other, neither making a sound.

"Damn Mackenzie!" the girl said mockingly before bursting into laughter. Mackenzie suddenly realized that she did recognize the woman. It was Ben's girlfriend, the one she'd seriously pissed off at that party! What was her name again? Ella? Emma?

Mackenzie let out a quiet curse of "Oh shit". This woman was one of the last people she'd want to have found her like this. She braced herself for the inevitable barrage of teasing and smug comments made at her expense.

"Um, hi Emma. Can you maybe give me a hand? You can probably tell already but I'm having a really really bad day"

She turned to the side to show her cuffed wrists to the other woman.

"I-I lost my clothes, and then those boys refused to help me out"

"No wonder they didn't want to help you! You're bare ass naked! What are those, C cups?” Emma said, gesturing towards the naked women's chest while almost doubled over from laughter.

Mackenzie gave a quick, awkward, tight-lipped smile and simply said "Yep" in response. She was accustomed to being objectified by men but it was galling to hear similar comments from another woman.

"Where the hell are your clothes?!" Emma asked, wiping a tear from her eye.

"L-like I said," Mackenzie replied, her face red with shame, "I've been having a really bad day and I lost them. So, can you help me out?"

"Give me a minute" said Emma, breathing hard and trying to steady herself and stop laughing.

Mackenzie had **** but to stand there and wait for Emma to stop laughing at her humiliation.

After a few more moments, Emma composed herself and straightened up. Her amused expression was gone, replaced with a stern glare.

"You're unbelievable, first you try to steal my boyfriend right in front of me and now this!"

"What do you mean?!" said Mackenzie, alarmed by Emma's sudden hostility.

"You're stalking him! You're obviously obsessed Mackenzie!" shot back Emma, folding her arms across her chest as she spoke.

"That's ridiculous!"

Mackenzie fought to maintain her composure, terribly embarrassed to be standing in front of her crush's girlfriend like this and horrified by the accusation that she was some kind of naked stalker.

"Like I'm supposed to believe we go to the park and you just happen to be hiding in the bushes doing some weird naked BDSM thing"

"You think I'm here by choice?!" spat Mackenzie angrily. "Those boys dragged me here! I had to streak across a street like this because they wouldn't let me go!"

The thought of that seemed to amuse Emma, a brief smile played across her face before the austere glare returned.

"I can't wait to hear you tell us both the whole story".

Wait, what did Emma mean by us both?

Mackenzie's eyes widened in terror as Emma turned her head towards the park and yelled "Ben! Come over here!"