Just a towel for now

Mackenzie had barely made it ten feet inside the spa when Samantha whirled around and pulled her in for a kiss. It surprised Mackenzie, but she was soon gently kissing Samantha back, both of them standing in the very same lobby in which Mackenzie had spent most of yesterday naked. After a few seconds, Sam pulled back from the kiss.

"Mmm, how'd you like seeing Megan get canned?" she asked. "Y'know, after what she put you through yesterday?"

"Um," Mackenzie stammered, "It did feel like some nice karma. But, uh, maybe it would've been a bit nicer with some clothes on?"

The redhead glanced down at her bare body, as if to emphasize her point.

"Hmm, what if I just tuck you away in my office all day?" Sam teased, gently taking Mackenzie's hand and leading her through the empty building. "You won't need any clothes back there, will you?"

"Sam..." Mackenzie replied. She knew she was just playing around, but Mackenzie couldn't keep herself from blushing a bit more deeply.

"What? I'll keep the door closed! No one will see you but meee," Sam said, opening the door with a sign labelled "Samantha Lane - Spa Manager" on it.

She pulled Mackenzie into the small office. It had a large wooden desk, covered with stacks of papers and an old computer, a desk chair, and a few small chairs on the opposite side of the desk.

"Hmm," Mackenzie said, keeping the playful energy up but not wanting to budge on the clothing issue, even in jest. "I do believe someone promised me a nice clean robe to wear."

Mackenzie slid one of the stacks of papers aside, clearing just enough room to sit on the wooden desk. She looked up at Sam, waggling her eyebrows slightly.

"If someone were to do that for me, I'd be sooo grateful," she teased.

But that was when Mackenzie noticed Sam's demeanor had changed slightly. The sandy blonde's eyes were no longer on her naked form. They'd drifted down to the now scattered papers that Mackenzie had moved. And just like that, the playful energy had disappeared from the room.

"Uh, sorry," Mackenzie sheepishly said, standing back up as Sam swooped in to scoop up the papers. "I didn't mean to..."

"No, no, it's fine!" Samantha insisted, forming the papers into a rough pile again. "It's just.. I know these all look like a giant mess, but I have a system for these. I swear!"

Mackenzie had to remind herself that Samantha had a full work day ahead of her. And, judging by how things had gone yesterday, it was going to be a stressful one. When Samantha straightened back up, Mackenzie could tell she had shifted into business mode.

"Okay, I'm sorry but I really do need to get a few things started around here before everyone starts clocking in," she apologized.

"Right, no, I get it!" Mackenzie said, suddenly feeling like she was in the way somehow.

"Why don't you have a seat," Samantha said, steering Mackenzie over to sit in her desk chair. "I'll go check on yesterday's laundry; it should be all set by now. And I can bring you up a robe! Sound good?"

"Um, sure!" Mackenzie said, shivering slightly at the feeling of cold leather on her bare behind.

"Be right back!" Samantha called before practically speed walking out of the room.

And that left Mackenzie, sitting naked and alone in her maybe-girlfriend's office, with nothing but her own thoughts! The redhead began casually looking around the room, examining the few framed scenic landscape photos on the walls. But, after barely a minute had passed, she was rejoined by someone. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't Samantha.

"Hey, Samanth-WHOA!" a man's voice came from the doorway as he entered the office.

"AHH!" Mackenzie cried in equal amounts of surprise, though hers soon gave way to embarrassment as she threw her arms over her bare body.

"Who are you and wh..." he trailed off before a spark of recognition crossed his face. "Wait, you're the naked VIP from yesterday, right? I'm Mark. I did one of your massages, remember?"

And, Mackenzie realized, he was right. He had been the one to give her a hot stone massage the day before. She wasn't sure if being caught by someone who had already and intimately seen her naked body made things more or less embarrassing in that moment.

"R-right! Mark, uh, hi," she managed to say. "I'm Mackenzie. I, uh, came in with Samantha. I think she's checking on the laundry right now if you need her?"

"Oh jeez, I better go grab her then," he said, sounding relatively unfazed by Mackenzie's nudity now that the initial shock had worn off. "She is not gonna be happy when she realizes our dryer basically died on us."

And with that, Mark took off after Samantha. Sure enough, less than a minute later, Mackenzie could hear the distant shouting from a quite unhappy sounding Samantha. It was another minute or so after that that she returned to the office.

"And I thought yesterday was a shitty work day," Samantha grumbled to the naked redhead. "Today is shaping up to be a hell of a lot worse. Ugh..."

Samantha did a slight double take at the sight of Mackenzie, sitting in her chair wearing nothing but a supportive smile, almost as if she'd forgotten her lack of clothes. Samantha took a few moments to let her gaze travel up and down the curves of the naked beauty. Then she smiled, tossing Mackenzie a towel.

"Here you go, by the way," she said, already sounding apologetic. "Sorry, but our dryer finally bit the dust, so all of our robes are either dirty or still completely soaked at the moment. But I figured a towel would be a lot better than nothing."

"You figured correctly," Mackenzie chuckled, happy to have at least something to drape around her nude form. "Um, Sam, I know it sounds like you've got a lot on your plate today."

"That's an understatement," she wryly responded, already seeming to be drawing up a To-Do list for the day ahead.

"I was wondering, maybe I could help in some way?" Mackenzie asked.