It gets worse

Suddenly, Mackenzie hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Acting quickly, she ducked into the alcove of a nearby desk whose back was facing the door. Anyone coming in the storage room wouldn't be able to see her unless they crossed all the way to the other side of the room first.

Mackenzie heard someone entered the room and walk a few paces towards the lost and found bins. Then there was a soft whoompf that sounded a lot like fabric landing on a surface. Then the footsteps retreated and the room was silent again.

Slowly peeking out from her hiding spot, Mackenzie glanced over to the bins and was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar tank top resting on top of one of the piles of junk.

With a big grin on her face, Mackenzie made her way over to the bins. She was just reaching her hand out to grab the shirt when she froze. Approaching footsteps again, this time accompanied by a woman's voice. Mackenzie abruptly turned around and began booking it back towards her hiding place. Or, she would have booked it if her sweatpants weren't pooled around her ankles.

Instead, Mackenzie went sprawling to the ground with a crash. The voice was getting louder and the footsteps were getting closer. Now fully panicking, Mackenzie scrambled to her feet and rushed back to the desk, leaving the sweatpants behind in the process.

"It's funny I literally just put it in there like 10 seconds ago." said a slim brunette with a company shirt as she walked in the door. "It's over there."

"Oh thank you!" a different woman's voice said, "I don't know how the hell I lost the damn thing. Oh! And my sweatpants too!"

A cold sweat washed over Mackenzie as she heard the sound of rustling fabric.

"It was the weirdest thing, first my tanning bed shut off way too soon, then I noticed my top and pants were gone!" the woman continued.

"Hm, that is weird." replied the employee, "Hey, you didn't happen to lose a duffel bag in the tanning booths by any chance, did you?"

"Nope, I've got mine still." The voices got a softer as the two women were exiting the room.

"Never mind then. I found one in there just like 10 minutes ago. I think I left it in the staff room when I went on break though."

The voices were then too soft to hear as the women continued their conversation down the hall. Mackenzie emerged from the desk and confirmed what she had dreaded. Both the tank top and sweatpants were gone.

Mackenzie gulped. She was now naked again, and much much farther away from any of the locker rooms or steam rooms. Namely, any rooms that would have a chance of having a stack of towels for the gym's patrons. And to make matters worse, apparently her "lost" bag was tucked away in a staff room somewhere!

Now what... Mackenzie thought.