Mackenzie agrees to go on the date in exchange for his shirt

Mackenzie really really didn't want to be stuck nude in a car with Brandon, of all people. But then again, she also couldn't stand the idea of going on an honest to goodness date with the man. And it was only a short ride home after all. Five or six minutes at the most. At least this way, she could get his ogling done and over with quickly. Then she'd be free of Brandon for a good long while.

Mackenzie summoned her last remaining bits of confidence, and resolved to decline the manipulative offer. Her dignity might have taken a mighty blow today, but she still had her pride, after all! Brandon, that sleazy pig. She was going to show him! By showing him quite a bit of herself...

Suddenly, an idea occurred to Mackenzie; why in the HELL should she keep her word with this asshole? He had promised to be on his best behavior, and THAT clearly hadn't happened! And now he was clearly trying to take advantage of her in her nude time of need! Uh-uh. Mackenzie wasn't about to lose a wink of sleep about lying to someone like Brandon. She'd agree to the date, get the shirt, and once this humiliating ordeal was all done, she'd simply refuse to go on the date. What was he going to do about it?

"Okay," Mackenzie said through the closed door.

"And I'm talking a full and proper date here," Brandon had been saying, already assuming Mackenzie would have **** but to accept his offer. "I mean, we grab a bite to eat for starters. Then a fun activity afterwards. Like mini-golf! Do you like mini-golf? Plus like a movie or concert or something after that. And then I'm thinking maybe end the night with some dessert. Or maybe... some other sweet treat. But I'm getting ahead of myself! We can figure out the specifics later. What do you say?"

"I said fine!" Mackenzie said, slightly irritated despite the fact that she wouldn't even have to go on such a lengthy date. She hesitantly opened the door just enough to slide her hand through it. "Now give me the damn shirt!"

"Fantastic!" Brandon clapped his hands together.

In what must have been world record time, Mackenzie heard the man whisk his t-shirt off and felt the fabric in her hand. She yanked her hand back inside and eagerly began donning the garment. Luckily, it wasn't too sweaty or dirty, although it did smell just a little bit. More importantly, it was long enough to come down to the very top of Mackenzie's legs, just barely covering her pussy and ass from view. She sighed in relief, grateful that she wasn't quite going to have to be walking around bottomless. Though, she thought it wasn't quite long enough to prevent her from having to sit bare-assed in the car.

Mackenzie stepped out of the bathroom, ignoring the wolf-whistles Brandon gave her, and grabbed her keys. He still had his own jumpsuit on, though Mackenzie could now see a small window of his muscled chest. She made sure to keep the t-shirt pulled down and keep her privates out of sight.

Brandon pulled his Jeep up beside the shop's door and gave a quick honk. The wind was picking up and the clouds seemed to be getting darker, indicating a storm was likely soon on the horizon. Mackenzie had to use both hands to make sure the t-shirt wasn't lifted by a particularly strong gust of wind, but she just managed it. She hopped into the passenger seat, hoping they'd make it back to her place before the raindrops started falling. She really didn't want to get the borrowed shirt wet. Brandon, evidently, had been having similar thoughts. He sat in the driver's seat, eyeing Mackenzie up and down rather than actually driving anywhere.

"Ready when you are," she said, her voice straining to maintain a polite tone.

Brandon made a noise not dissimilar to an excited giggle. Then, he put the car in gear and pulled out onto the road.