Mackenzie delivers the first few boxes.

Mackenzie’s towel was now securely tied in place. It covered her breasts like a tube top and “covered” between her legs in front with a loose 3-inch wide strip of fabric going down her navel. Her back and shapely rear were uncovered except for the other side of the thin cloth wrapped around her bust. Water dripped down her naked body, and her towel sagged a bit lower as the water seeped into it. Mackenzie wiped the moisture from her limbs, but couldn’t do much about her wet hair. She pushed her red mop back, containing the majority of dripping issues to her backside. But the damage was already done with how quickly she donned her towel. The thin flap in front gave her a wet slap whenever she moved too quickly.

Mackenzie nervously peeked around the truck cab, watching the crowd disperse. Once she was alone, Mackenzie dashed out to the crate, snatching a box and rushing back.

Upon her return she actually took a moment to look around, expecting some act of god to collapse the roof of the storage room on her and tear her towel. But no such thing happened, Mackenzie just laughed and made her way through the maze of junk leading to the hallway door.

She held a medium square box, adorned with a blushing bikini beach babe in the process of losing her bottoms and the words ROSY CHEEKS BEAUTY PRODUCTS. It wasn’t too heavy, Mackenzie figured she could probably handle two next time.

With two I could hide better, thought Mackenzie. She noted that, held in a comfortable position, the box sat just above her crotch with her breasts resting atop the box. Nothing indecent was technically visible from the front, but Mackenzie felt like she was presenting her towel-covered boobs on a platter for any onlookers.

Not wanting to ruin the container, she held the box a few inches away from her damp body. She worked the door handle open with her hands full. Entering the cool, air-conditioned hallway, Mackenzie shivered.

Stopping in her tracks, Mackenzie spotted a figure standing down the hallway at the T junction of the lobby. Her watery back stuck to the wall as she tried to back away.

The door, swinging unguided, slammed shut next to her. She let out a quiet yelp as the figure turned towards her. They gave a friendly wave and Mackenzie finally recognized the stranger as her sandy-blonde girlfriend. Mack returned Sam’s distant greeting by waving back with just her hand under the box.

Sam looked very stressed, but her expression calmed with their mutual wave. The naked redhead reminded herself why she’s doing this. Sam’s had a hell of a busy day, and Mackenzie will go to hell and back to help her. Giving Sam a nervous smile, Mackenzie started toward the next door down the hallway with a new resolve.

The slightest tug pulled at her back. Distracted by her rekindled mission, Mackenzie didn’t notice a thread trailing behind her.

Awkwardly pulling open the door with one hand, Mackenzie entered a dark room. She quickly crossed the room and dropped off the box. Turning around, she exited back out to the well-lit hallway. Looking to her left, she expected to see her girlfriend in the lobby. But, she saw more than just Sam in the lobby, who had her back to Mackenzie. A man with a ball cap locked eyes with the redhead as he walked down the opposite hallway toward the lobby and Sam. Mackenzie dashed to the storage door, diving through while covering her ass with her hands.

Something strung across her face. Mackenzie pulled it away and discarded it without a thought. Her mind was thinking of another idea as she approached the stack of boxes.

Samantha tapped her foot, arms crossed, standing in the lobby of the spa. She just asked Kelsey if she’s seen this mystery driver. The receptionist claimed a “truck driver lookin’ guy” went in the bathroom a few minutes ago. Sam waited impatiently, staring a hole in the bathroom door.

Samantha heard a loud slam at the other end of the hall. She turned to see a nervous-looking redhead covering her lower half with a box.

She really does look sooo nervous. She even slammed the door to get my attention, Sam thought. She smiled and waved, watching what Mack was up to.

Sam noticed that Mack was wearing her towel again, visible above the box. Hmmm… So she just streaked outside and stashed the towel somewhere for the deliveries? thought Sam, that’s proof enough for me that she plans ahead for her little stunts. Sam giggled a little. She was almost giddy thinking of the fun adventures the pair would inevitably have.

Mackenzie sauntered over to the first door, leaving the sight of the spa manager.

Another door closed behind Sam. The flushed sandy-blonde spun around, instantly transitioning from sexy mode to boss mode. The man approached her, and Sam withheld her tirade until she had him in her office. “Please come with me, I’m Samantha Lane, the manager, and I need to speak with you for a few minutes.” Sam said while holding out a hand for a handshake.

The man looked like he saw a ghost. He was looking down the hallway past Samantha. She spun again in time to see a pale full moon running through the back door. Mackenzie had her hands plastered to her butt, prompting Sam to have one final thought. So sometimes she really plays up the embarrassment, as a sort of cover. Hmmmm…

Samantha Lane recaptured the attention of the man and repeated what she said. He responded with “Sure I’ll come with you. Golly, you folks have a lax dress code around these parts, huh?”

“We sure do.” Sam said, her slight mischievous blush hidden because the man followed behind her.

I’m not gonna make bad decisions like before, thought Mackenzie. She recalled opening the crate incorrectly and leaving behind the crowbar. Not this time, she continued as she took a stack of two boxes into her hands, if someone looks at me from the front I’m covered. She checked herself out in the reflection of the nearest window. The double stack, when held at a comfortable height, stretched from upper thigh to a couple inches above her head. I won't be able to see without turning, but now I’m only half uncovered, she thought, flipping around to check out her round ass. The sun had begun to dry her now only slightly damp body.

Placing her boxes on the ground, Mackenzie tried out her new idea. She removed and refastened her towel in reverse, with the strip of fabric going down her back. She picked up her boxes and turned around, her reflection showing that she did have more cover in her current state than she’s had in a long time. The cloth laid gently over her crack, providing concealment for the very center of her ass if she stayed relatively still. Both cheeks were still fully displayed on either side of the paltry attire.

Mackenzie huffed, figuring that’s the best she can do, and headed back through the junk maze and into the hallway. The lobby and hallway were empty this time, Mack being a little disappointed that Sam was gone.

Mackenzie made her way to the door after the first. I’ll have to come back to the first room later, thought Mackenzie, recognizing that each room needed at least two and she shouldn’t stagger her box deliveries.

Finding the ladies’ bathroom, she crossed the hallway and opened the door to a well-lit massage room.

Biting the bullet, Mackenzie entered the room. She found a man who she recognized as Mark, kneading his hands into the back of a face down woman covered with a towel and a few round stones. She remembered getting the same hot stone massage yesterday, without the towel. Mark halted his massage and said “Ever heard of knocking?”

Turning toward the woman who tilted her head up, Mark apologized to her and walked over to help with the boxes. She just grunted and laid her head back down, not seeing anything wrong with the bare shoulders and long exposed legs of this nervous woman carrying some boxes.

Mark took each box and placed them in the corner. Mackenzie squeaked at her sudden exposure. Mark choked on his spit. Her hands shot between her legs as her blush multiplied. Mark coughed and asked if that’ll be all. “Well, I’m s-supposed to ask if you need another box.” stammered the anxious woman.

“We are almost out of cucumber masks,” said Mark, checking his supply from previous boxes and mentally tallying how much is in the two new ones. “I have a lot of appointments today and the rest of the week, so one more should do it if you have extra,” he said, his eyes darting over to Mackenzie’s body a few times.

Mackenzie just nodded and mumbled a good bye before backing into the hallway. That was relatively painless, she thought. Speedwalking back to the storage room, she was starting to feel accomplished with how things were going.

Over her shoulder she spied a janitor, only a couple dozen feet away, moving a cart toward her. So, she focused on walking exactly straight to keep her butt partially covered by the towel fragment. Her hands sat at her sides, not wanting to unbalance anything.

Reentering the storage room, Mackenzie was bombarded by some kind of small net. She untangled herself, balled up the large mass of string, and threw it away into the corner. “I’m not getting tied up by you today,” Mackenzie affirmed, shouting at the universe itself. “I’m on top of things and you can’t beat me this time!” the nude redhead with her tiny towel ventured out into the bright sunlight with a good feeling that she could take on anything today!