Later that evening, after a long day of work

Mackenzie heaved a weary and humiliated sigh as she collapsed into the passenger seat of Samantha's car. It had been a long and embarrassing day for the redhead. Things seemed to go wrong left and right at the spa that day, and it had often left Mackenzie, the floating extra pair of hands, as the one to go help put out the fires (most of which were figurative, but one was quite literal)! The redhead wouldn't have minded the work nearly as much, had she not been stark naked pretty much all day.

After locking up the building, Samantha joined her in the car. She cast a curious look over at her sweaty, tired girlfriend. Mackenzie, finally clad in a towel, was practically sinking into the seat, her eyes already finding themselves closing in the minute of comfortable solitude. Mackenzie's near day-long nudity had been fun for both of them, but by the very end of the day, Samantha figured it was best to "find" a spare towel for Mackenzie's ride home.

"I barely recognize you with that thing on," Samantha joked as she started the car.

"Hm?" Mackenzie asked, blinking her eyes open at the sound. "Oh, hey Sam."

"I really really owe you one," Samantha said, genuinely meaning it.

All nude antics aside, Mackenzie had stepped up big time to help keep the spa at least semi-running. And, well, it certainly wasn't her fault that things had ended spiraling out of control like they did. (At least, not directly...) Besides, with the spa closed for repairs the next few days, Samantha found herself on something of an impromptu (albeit unpaid) vacation while the spa owner sorted things out! It was about time that lazy shmuck did something, as far as she was concerned. Now it was her turn to make things right and help get Mackenzie's dilemma sorted out.

"I mean it, y'know," Samantha said as she leaned in and planted a tender kiss on the redhead's lips. "The very least I can do is start by helping you get out of this pickle."

"Thanks, Sam," Mackenzie sighed after kissing her back.

The past two days now felt like a bizarre dream for Mackenzie. One Saturday morning she'd made her way to what should have been a relaxing spa appointment. And now here she sat on the following Sunday evening, having been locked out of her car, her house, and her clothes the entire time! A return to normalcy felt like it would be paradise to the towel-clad woman.

"So what's the plan?" Samantha asked. "I know you want to get the spare key from your friend. But do you want to swing by my place first? Put on some real clothes?"

Maybe it was the fact that wearing a towel after a day of near constant nudity felt like clothing enough to Mackenzie. Or maybe it was the very real possibility that if she sat down on Samantha's couch for even a moment, she'd doze off for a well deserved nap. Or maybe it was just the overwhelming desire to get this particular embarrassing misadventure over with. Either way, Mackenzie made her decision.

"No, let's just head to Marianne's place," she said, stifling a yawn. "The sooner I can get home, the better."

"You got it," Samantha agreed.

A few minutes later, the two women arrived in front of the same apartment they'd tried the previous evening. After making sure her towel was still in place, Mackenzie stepped out of the car and made her way over to the apartment building's entrance. The redhead buzzed Marianne's apartment and waited. She dimly remembered feeling embarrassed about standing there the previous night in just a robe. And here she was tonight, wearing even less with just a towel! Mackenzie really didn't like the idea of establishing this as a trend, and shivered as she dispelled the mental image of herself standing there tomorrow wearing even less than a towel.

Any second now, Marianne would answer the buzz, give Mackenzie her spare key, and finally let her start returning things to normal. ...Right?