It takes a bit of convincing, but Samantha accepts Mackenzie's help

Samantha was a bit surprised to hear Mackenzie's offer to help. She paused for a moment, her mind drifting away from the myriad of tasks she knew she had to get done that day, and instead focusing on her new... well, whatever Mackenzie now was to her.

The redhead, now clad in just a towel, was finally decent (technically). But she was still pretty far from wearing a proper outfit. Even as she stood there, Samantha couldn't help but notice how much of Mackenzie's alluring body was still on display. Most of her thighs and the rest of her pale, smooth legs were completely visible of course, given the towel's relatively short length. And even though the towel covered her torso and hips, it was wrapped tightly enough to highlight the curves that lay hidden beneath. Her breasts were now tucked out of sight, but the top edges of them still peeked out from the fluffy white fabric. Samantha even thought she might have seen the towel slip a fraction of an inch before settling back into place. No, Mackenzie was far from securely clothed.

"That's... really nice of you to offer, Mack," she said. "But I really meant it when I said you can just hide in my office all day. It's my fault you're here without any real clothes to wear, so the least I can do is keep you out of sight of all the customers. Especially after what you went through yesterday!"

Mackenzie blushed slightly, remembering yet again spending the better part of yesterday sitting nude in the spa's lobby.

"And I appreciate you trying to help me out like that," Mackenzie countered, "But honestly? I think I might go a little crazy if I have to just sit in here and stare at the walls all day."

"Oh come on, it won't be that bad!" Samantha said. "We can hang out while I work, maybe even get to know each other a bit better. And-"

"Samantha, I-OH!" a surprised woman interrupted as she entered the office, Samantha having neglected to fully close the door upon her return. Mackenzie recognized her as the receptionist from yesterday. (The nice one she'd initially interacted with, not the now fired one who had been a bitch to her.) "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were, uh, with a customer!"

"It's alright Kelsey, this is Mackenzie," Samantha said. "She's not a customer, she's just going to be, uh, hanging out here today."

"Oh wait!" Kelsey chirped. "You're the girl from yesterday! The one who lost her stuff, right? Did they ever find your things?"

"That's me. And, uh, no..." Mackenzie grimaced. She couldn't help but gesture down at her current outfit, feeling more than a little embarrassed.

"Aww, too bad," the receptionist said.

And, before she could ask her inhaled followup question, Samantha swooped in, fully in boss mode. She let Kelsey know how backed up everything was, told her not to book any walk-in appointments at all, filled her in on Megan's departure, and delegated a few other extra tasks, all while gently escorting the woman out of her office. Then, Samantha shut the door and turned back to face Mackenzie.

"Sorry about that. I promise, if the door's closed then people will actually knock first," she chuckled. "Now, uh, what were we talking about?"

"I was saying," Mackenzie began as she started walking towards her, "that based on the first few minutes of the day alone, there is no way in hell you'll have the time to actually 'hang out' today."

"That's not..." Samantha began, hoping to deny it, but unable to do so. She sighed. "You're right. It's gonna all my focus today just to keep this place from falling apart. I've really gotta call the emergency repairman first thing. But right after that I need to make sure the rooms were actually cleaned before the customers start arriving. We've had problems with staff not doing that in the past. Oh! And the morning staff meeting before we open still needs to-"

Sam found her ramblings suddenly cut off as Mack planted a kiss on her lips. It caught her completely off guard, but she soon let the work issues drift from her mind and returned the kiss. Passionately. Her hands slid around Mack's back and the redhead's own hands found their way to gently rest on Sam's face and neck. The blonde woman pulled her in more tightly, her motion inadvertently loosening Mack's towel. The white fabric almost instantly came unfastened and slipped to the floor, as if it had been eagerly awaiting the opportunity. And suddenly Mack found herself naked in Sam's arms, kissing her once again. It felt heavenly, but she **** herself to pull away from the kiss.

"My point is," Mack said, "with everything on your plate today, we won't exactly have time to spend together. So I might as well help, rather than just sitting quietly in the corner! Besides, I more than owe you after everything you've done for me..."

"You make a good point," Sam said, glancing down at the redhead's tits as they pressed into her shirt. "Or should I say two good points?"

"Oh, stop it!" Mack giggled, blushing deeply.

She slid free from Sam's arms, giving her a playful slap for her teasing. As she turned around and crouched down to retrieve the fallen towel, Mackenzie continued speaking.

"Besides, I'm still counting on that ride from you at the end of the work day. As much fun as it it's been hanging out with you, I do have work tomorrow! Sooo, I'd kind of like to get my spare key from my friend and actually get back into my house before then?"

"Fair enough," Sam relented. "I could probably find a few things you could help with around the spa today."

While Mack was crouched down, apparently taking her sweet time to stand back up with the towel, Sam stared unapologetically at her gorgeous round ass. She had figured Mack would be too nervous about walking around the spa in just a towel, but she seemed quite willing to do so now. Perhaps sticking to the back offices and only being seen by the staff members was still a small enough crowd to be in her comfort zone?

"Um, Sam?" Mackenzie asked, still not having stood up yet. "You're standing on my towel..."

"Oh! Sorry!" she said as she stepped off it, having genuinely not realized her error.

Mackenzie rose, refastening the towel tightly around her bare skin. She was still sporting a rather deep blush. Despite fighting for the opportunity to help, she wasn't exactly thrilled to only have a towel to wear while doing it. But if it meant helping Samantha get through a stressful day, then she genuinely wanted to do it. Besides, she really did need to make it to Marianne's place for her spare key at least some time before the end of the day. So helping Samantha finish things up before nightfall was a win for her as well.

"So!" the towel-clad woman said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "What can I do to help?"