Mackenzie's towel has unraveled to be ridiculously tiny. Sam gets a little too distracted.

After taking a few moments, Mackenzie started investigating what happened to her towel. At one end of it, a thread hung free, unraveling itself as she walked. Yanking the thread off cleanly, she pulled and pulled, bringing the offending strand under the door. She eventually discovered the wad of string from before. It all lead to the first thread that she swatted away a few minutes prior. The very end stuck in an edge of the door frame.

Mackenzie cursed her luck and tried putting the towel on. The wide tubetop section had been reduced to less than an inch. It’s even smaller than it was in Mark’s room, she thought to herself. She blushed at the thought of even wearing this thing.

With so much less fabric to work with, she could only barely cover her nipples. Her pink areola peeked out of both the top and bottom, and her hard nubs could clearly be seen through the cloth. With only a thin strip of her chest covered, the rest of her boobs hung free. She also needed to tie it much tighter to keep it from shifting, squashing the center of her bust. This caused her squeezed boobs to pillow up on the top and bottom, accentuating her cleavage and giving her equal undercleavage.

Not finding it easy to tie in reverse, Mackenzie left the strip of fabric in front this time around. The tail’s width was reduced by over half, making it much harder to keep in place over her pussy.

She walked out to the crate and took a look at herself in the window reflection. Her “outfit” was so flimsy and obscene it was probably worse than just being naked. She picked up two boxes, thankful that at least there’s no tour bus this time. “Over halfway done after this,” she said to herself, breathing heavily and psyching herself up to get this over with.

She strode carefully through the junk maze and entered the hallway.

Holding the boxes close to herself, she stepped down the hallway toward the busy lobby. With two doors left in this hallway, Mackenzie reached for the first one and fumbled the handle. Inside sat a full broom closet. Mackenzie began to shut the door, pushing it closed with the boxes. The door stopped early, and Mackenzie found a broom had fallen into the inner door handle.

She made a frustrated noise.

Facing her lobby audience, Mackenzie reopened the door and placed her boxes on the ground, keeping the door between her and the lobby. She worked quick, shoving the broom and a few other objects further back in the closet. She slid her boxes out of the way of the door, and tried to close it while simultaneously flattening herself against the wall.

The door again got stuck. She opened it and returned to shoving.

In her haste, Mackenzie bumped the door, causing it to creak all the way open, unknowingly revealing herself. She continued shoving and pushing, completely focusing on the closet. After moving everything back a ways in the cramped closet, Mackenzie felt accomplished. She grinned and flattened herself against the wall, reaching back for the door without looking. Feeling nothing, she reached a bit further and turned to look. The door was flattened against the wall on the other side of the door, and she could see several people seated in the lobby looking at her.

Mackenzie shrieked and lunged for the door, slamming it and promptly scooped up her boxes. She walked across the hall, feeling a new sensation. In her haste to grab the boxes, she happened to stack them in such a way that the top of the first box ended up perfectly lined up with her breasts. The top box teetered, sitting atop both of her nipples, pinching them between the boxes with the full weight of the beauty products.

Figuring she’d settle the boxes once she’s out of sight, Mackenzie bolted for the final door of the hallway. She knocked on the door in a frenzy, desperately waiting for a reply. She bit her lip in not only nervousness but also directly because of the new tweaking titillation.

A few long seconds later, a woman’s voice told her to enter, and she didn’t think twice before throwing the door open and rushing inside.

This bore of a meeting continued and again Sam gave into temptation. She inched her way back to the window over the next few minutes, and again slyly looked out the gap in the curtain.

Sam’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head. Just on the other side of the window, not even 5 feet away, stood a redhead absolute smokeshow, posing in front of the window. Her towel had been reduced to a thin belt tightly wound around and lewdly squashing her boobs. Her clearly hard nipples could be easily made out through the stretched material. The now tiny strip of fabric going down her front would barely even cover both lips when perfectly centered. It flapped in the wind as Mackenzie did various poses in front of the window.

Is she doing this for me? She looks like she’s trying to plausibly play it off as just trying on her enhanced towel. Speaking of the towel, whooo boy I thought she was good at ripping before! thought Sam. Her mind raced a mile a minute trying to unpack this new revelation, while also trying to enjoy the show.

The driver asked "What the hyehll's going on out there that's got you so excited?"

Sam instantly turned toward him, her face pink and her chest rising and falling. She had been holding her breath. Sam felt like she was caught doing something she shouldn’t be doing. Calm down Sam, she thought to herself, you’re not caught yet.

"You'd think all of damn Mardi Gras was parading by with your reaction." said the driver. Sam blushed harder but shook her head.

The driver approached the window, reaching for the curtain. Sam moved in front, speaking up to the speakerphone. “I think I’ll keep you guys on, if next month’s shipment is 20% off and on time." She gently pushed the man’s hand away, trying to be nonchalant. She continued, "I've looked at some of your other products online and I think we'll order a few of those too.”

While his boss was ecstatically agreeing, the driver wanted to know what Samantha was up to. He feigned moving back to his seat, but made his move when Sam gave up a bit of her defense.

He tore both sides of the curtain wide open.

A crate with only a few boxes left and the backend of his truck was visible.

As his boss continued verbally agreeing and apologizing for any issues, the man just squinted briefly at Samantha. She smiled and shrugged. She was flushed but otherwise seemed sincere so he dropped it.

When the man turned back towards his seat, Sam breathed a sigh of relief. She lowered her uptight shoulders and slumped into her office chair.