Mackenzie gets back into her house, but only temporarily

As Samantha and Mackenzie pulled into the latter's driveway, they both spotted a truck sitting there, with a man standing beside it. Mackenzie, already sitting quite low in the seat, tried to sink even lower as they pulled up next to him.

"You the one who called about needing a locksmith?" the man called, loudly but politely.

"That's me!" Samantha responded, shooting Mackenzie a quick wink before exiting the car. "Thanks for sticking around for me."

"Not a problem, not a problem," the man said as he followed Samantha towards the front door. "I'll have you inside in a jiffy and still be able to go meet the missus for brunch."

Mackenzie relaxed slightly as she heard the man getting farther away, glad she hadn't been seen naked by yet another stranger. Maybe Samantha had been right. Maybe things were going to work out okay after all. In a few minutes, she'd be home and dressed and her life would be back to normal. The past two days had been anything but normal for the redhead. From her nude day at the spa, to her second nude day at the spa, plus the evenings and mornings in between mostly nude with Samantha, it had all started to give Mackenzie a weird feeling in the back of her head. But she was sure that feeling would go away once and for all when she was fully dressed and comfortable again.

"Look, I'm telling you," the locksmith said, as Mackenzie returned her focus to the conversation, "if you do not live here, then I cannot let you in. If it's your girlfriend's place then it needs to be your girlfriend I let in. I'm sorry, that's just how it is."

"Well, i-it's just that... she's a little indisposed right now..." Samantha said.

"I don't care how disposed she is! If she isn't up here in the next 60 seconds, then you're gonna have to call another locksmith. I'm sorry."

"Wait! Wait just a second," Samantha said.

Mackenzie poked her head up to see her girlfriend running back to the car, looking extremely apologetic.

"I have to go greet the locksmith naked, don't I?" she asked through the closed car window.

"I, uh, I'm afraid so," Samantha's muffled response came.

Mackenzie sighed. She opened the car door, stepping onto her driveway fully naked, and covered her breasts and pussy as best she could.

"Let's get this over with," she muttered aloud, jogging towards her front porch wearing only a blush.

"Whoa-ho-HO!" the locksmith called from beside the front door. "You weren't kidding, huh?"

"Hi, I'm Mackenzie Fairbairn. I live here. I'm locked out. Can you please let me in?" she blurted out, face reddening more each passing second.

"Sure can do, missy," he replied. "But, uh, I gather you don't have any ID on you? If that's the case, I'm gonna need you to grab me some real quick once I let you inside."

"Sure! Fine! Whatever! Can I just please get inside?" Mackenzie cried, feeling so close to yet so far from being back to normal.

"Sure thing," the locksmith said.

And he went to work. Within a minute, he had the front door open and Mackenzie wasted absolutely no time rushing inside her home. After her impromptu mostly-naked 48 hour misadventure, it felt absolutely marvelous to be back inside her own home. The first thing she did was pull a long coat on from her front hallway. It was long enough to cover her down to mid-thigh, so she savored the feeling of having something to wear that fully covered her. Then, she reached for her purse. Except, her purse wasn't on the entryway table where she always left it.

Of course, she thought, I lost it at the spa!

"Uh, hey, listen," she said, now feeling much more comfortable talking to the locksmith in a coat that came down to her legs. "I kind of lost my ID when I lost my keys. But, uh, look here's some mail with my name on it? Is that good enough?"

"Good enough to prove to me that a Mackenzie Fairbairn lives here," he responded. "But how do I know you're Mackenzie Fairbairn?"

"I... uh...."

"Mack, do you have a passport?" Samantha asked from beside the locksmith.

"Yes! I'll go grab it," she said, thankful that her girlfriend had spoken up.

"Better hurry!" the locksmith called. "I've gotta be on my way in about two minutes, and if you can't prove you live here then I've got **** but to either lock you out again or call the cops if you do something stupid!"

Mackenzie shuddered nervously at the thought, and spent the next 60 seconds manically looking through her desk drawers. Where in the hell had she put her passport?! She could feel panic welling within her. Why was this happening? She was home! She was clothed! And yet... deep down she felt like it was all about to be yanked away from her.

No, the redhead thought. NO! I'm not gonna let it happen like this!!

"Miss? Time's about up!" the locksmith called.

The redhead glanced over at her backdoor. Safely out of sight of the locksmith, she ran over and unlocked it. Then, she made her way towards the front door again, looking completely defeated.

"I can't find it..." she said.

Mackenzie tried to sound as pitiable as possible as she said it. And she didn't need to try very hard. It was clear, even to the locksmith, just how desperately she wanted to be let back inside the home. He seemed quite torn about the decision, but in the end, he didn't relent.

"Look, I'm sorry miss," the locksmith said, sounding truly apologetic, "but I can't leave you in there. I could lose my job..."

"It's alright," Mackenzie said as she stepped out onto the front porch.

The locksmith stood there awkwardly for another moment, seeming uncomfortable with what he was about to say next.

"Let me guess," Mackenzie said, "I can't take this coat with me, can I?"

"Uh, well, uh, no," he said. "Look, ladies, you're more than welcome to call another locksmith. One who's not on such a tight schedule, and take all the time you need to find your passport."

Mackenzie let out a truly aggrieved sigh, but disrobed and tossed the coat back inside. Then, she hastily covered herself with just her hands again.

"I appreciate your understanding. And I really do wish you two the best of luck!" he called as he swiftly closed and locked the door. "But I've got a brunch date I can't miss. Take care!"

Mackenzie, rather than sprinting back to the car, watched as the locksmith hopped in his truck and drove away.

"...Mack?" Samantha asked. "You okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine," Mackenzie said as the truck disappeared from sight. "Follow me."

The redhead led her girlfriend around the back of her house, to the backdoor she'd furtively unlocked. She grabbed the doorknob.

"Because I have another way in!"

The doorknob didn't turn. It was locked.

"Huh? What? It... no, no, NO!" Mackenzie wailed.

"So this is the place, huh?" the woman said, glancing down at the driver's license in her hand.

The small I.D. card was bent and scratched in several different places, as if it had been through one hell of a journey through a very unfriendly machine. But enough of it was unmarred to make out some important information.

'Mackenzie Fairbairn
5146 North Irving Place'

Megan, the (former) spa receptionist stood outside the home of the very same Mackenzie Fairbairn. She had parked several blocks away and walked over to scope out the building. But she was soon interrupted by a car approaching the driveway. The mysterious woman quickly ducked around the corner of the house, not wanting to be seen. But, as it turned out, it had only been a locksmith. Not two minutes later, though, her former boss and brand new nemesis pulled up in the driveway as well.

Megan could hardly believe it when she saw Mackenzie emerge from the car, still completely nude! But that helped clear things up for her once and for all.

I knew it, she silently fumed. I knew they were up to something! I knew something was fishy when she showed up naked AGAIN yesterday. She and Samantha were in cahoots to get me fired all along! What did she do, find some nudist to hire to get naked at the spa? Then to blame it on me so she could fire me? That bitch has got some nerve. And the nudist bitch does too! Well, if they think I'm just going to disappear quietly, they've got another thing coming!

From around the corner of the house, Megan began surreptitiously taking photos of the three people on the porch. She didn't have a plan... yet. But she knew she needed some evidence if she was going to get her ****. Maybe if she could prove that this Mackenzie chick was always running around naked, she could prove that she'd been set up. That her boss had unfairly fired her. And from there... well, she wasn't quite sure yet. But Megan knew that Mackenzie was the key to her ****.

After snapping a few photos, Megan stealthily made her way around to the backyard. As she approached the backdoor, she heard the lock click. For a split second, she thought she was about to be discovered mid-snooping session. But the door didn't open. Megan stood there, not daring to move, for over a minute. But then, she heard the distant sound of a car starting up and departing from the front yard. Had they left? Taking a gamble and following her instincts, Megan quietly opened the door and entered Mackenzie's home.

She found it deserted, but felt slightly wary. Was she walking into a trap? She was technically trespassing after all. But Megan closed the door behind her and locked it all the same. She had only intended to scope out the place, but it seemed like she'd been gifted the perfect opportunity to begin investigating this Mackenzie woman right away!

She nearly shouted in surprise when the doorknob moved a few moments later. Someone was trying to come in the backdoor! Megan silently whirled around, ready to bolt. But the locked knob prevented the stranger's entry.

"Huh? What? It... no, no, NO!" came a familiar voice from the other side of the door.

It was Mackenzie! And Megan could hear Samantha beside her too, quietly saying something. She waited for a few more long moments, but then the voices retreated. Were they... leaving?

Wait, of course, she mused. If they called a locksmith, then obviously she's locked out of her home. That stupid nudist can't come in right now even if she wanted to! Ha! That means I can take all the time in the world to start digging up this bitch's dirty secrets.

"Hmm..." she said with a haughty smirk as she eyed up the interior of Mackenzie's home, "where shall I begin?"

Mackenzie sat in the passenger seat of Samantha's car, naked yet again. But this time, she didn't bother slinking down or trying to cover herself. She simply sat there, feeling almost numb. She'd been so close, so close, to getting back to normalcy. Instead, she was still stuck in what felt like a nude twilight zone episode. Samantha sat beside her, trying to call another locksmith, but it didn't sound like she was going to get one to arrive anytime soon.

"Alright, so they can get someone out here around 2:00," Samantha said. "And it's only 9:30 right now, so we've got some time to kill until then."

"Okay..." Mackenzie muttered, absently staring down at her own pale skin.

Samantha glanced over at her nude girlfriend. She didn't seem to be having a particularly fun time. The blonde woman mentally kicked herself. She had to remember that, even if Mackenzie was enjoying the naked shenanigans, she did still genuinely want to get back into her own home! And hadn't she promised to help?

"Hey," Samantha said, gently putting her hand on Mackenzie's bare shoulder, "It's gonna be okay, Mack. Why don't we just take a second to catch our breaths and reassess. Okay?"

"S-sure," Mackenzie said, turning to face her girlfriend with a small smile.

Samantha gave her a resilient smile in return and pulled out the piece of paper from earlier. The list written on it read:

1.) Get dressed
2.) Call a locksmith
3.) Head to Mack's place
4.) Get back inside Mack's house
5.) Look into replacing debit/credit cards
6.) Order new phone online
7.) Grab lunch
8.) Swing by the spa
9.) Pick up Mack's car
10.) Go our separate ways... for now c:

"Okay so, we can check off numbers one, two, and three, at least," Samantha began, brain already shifting into business mode.

She did so, crossing out, rearranging, and squeezing in a few more notes. When she was done, below the crossed out items, it read:

<--4.) Go back to Sam's place
5.) Look into replacing debit/credit cards
6.) Order new phone online
7.) Grab lunch
<--7.1) Get back inside Mack's house (FOR REAL)
8.) Swing by the spa
9.) Pick up Mack's car
10.) Go our separate ways... for now c:

"There! How's that look?" she asked, handing the list to the redhead.

Mackenzie felt a bit of relief as Samantha started up her car. As was quickly becoming the norm, her girlfriend was the one to take charge and manage the situation. And, truly, it did make her feel a bit better having a plan in front of her.

"Thanks, Sam. Sounds perfect," she smiled.

It was only as they pulled back onto the road that Mackenzie realized something.

Wait... she crossed out '1.) Get dressed,' she thought. But that was just a mistake, right? Surely she doesn't mean I... I missed my one chance to get dressed this morning?!