Mackenzie gets her dress snagged on a hook by her "wife," so not great

It had truly been a bizarre series of events that had led Mackenzie to her current predicament. While she'd been ready to completely let loose and enjoy her two week cruise, a strange computer glitch had quickly fouled up her plans. Said computer error had somehow assigned both Mackenzie Fairbairn and Alex Fairbairn (no relation) to the same room, designating them as a married couple (and severely discounting their ticket prices). Now, unless they wanted to come clean to the ship's staff about the mix-up (potentially paying twice as much and, according to Alex, opening them up to some potential legal trouble) the two women were going to have to spend the rest of the trip as Mrs. and Mrs. Fairbairn (yes relation)!

"I can't believe that's the nicest dress you packed," Alex angrily whispered to Mackenzie as the two women sat down at the dinner table.

"This is a perfectly nice dress!" Mackenzie angrily whispered back. She'd opted to wear a yellow sundress with thin spaghetti straps. Her "wife" Alex had opted for a much fancier looking deep purple sleeveless dress, complete with pink and white floral patterns adorning it. "You're the one who's overdressed!"

And the redhead had a point. Despite the ship having nearly a dozen different restaurant options, the two women had struggled to agree on their choice for dinner that night. They'd ultimately settled on the fisherman themed seafood place, Caught Fresh 'N' Floppin'! It was one of the tackier options on the cruise, with fishing gear plastered over nearly every inch of its walls.

"Hey, c'mere," Alex said, leaning over the table and motioning for Mackenzie to do the same. When the redhead did, Alex gave her a gentle peck on her lips. She pulled away a moment later, a content smile on her face. But the brunette immediately followed the tender kiss up with an irritated whisper of, "There's our PDA for the evening. I can't believe I'm stuck with you for the next two weeks of my life."

The entire moment gave Mackenzie yet another weird wave of emotional dissonance. From the moment they'd begun acting as wives, Alex had been taking things extremely seriously. The two had already made out with each other several times, by Alex's logic, to make sure Mackenzie could do so without flinching. She'd even gone so far as to demand that Mackenzie prove she could fake the sound of having an orgasm, if only so the passengers in their neighboring cabins would believe they were truly on their honeymoon! Overall, if Mackenzie had to describe her "wife" with one word, it would be "intense."

"Yeah, well, I'm not thrilled about it either," Mackenzie griped. She had been looking forward to potentially meeting some new romantic prospects from the men aboard. She hadn't expected on landing a wife!

The two women kept pleasant or smiling expressions on throughout most of their meal. Had there been anyone seated close enough to hear them, though, they might have been treated to some of the many whispered barbs or insults the women traded that evening. But instead, the two Fairbairns were able to have their dinners uninterrupted... until the waiter arrived carrying fresh drinks for them both. They were the same drinks the two ladies had ordered at the top of the meal: red wine for Mackenzie and a whiskey neat for Alex.

"We didn't order these," Alex quickly responded to the waiter, treading dangerously close to sounding impolite.

"No, ma'am," he responded, "they're compliments of the Lieutenant over there."

Both Mackenzie and Alex followed the waiter's nod and were surprised to see a familiar face. It was the ship security officer that they had met back at their room just an hour ago! He gave them a polite nod from his seat by the bar. Then, to both their horror, he stood up and began slowly walking towards them. He was wearing a clean ship uniform, but on him it seemed somehow... almost shabby.

"Shit! Him again?" Mackenzie said, feeling panic rising within her. "Did he find out we lied somehow?!"

"Calm down," Alex harshly ordered. She somehow kept the pleasant smile locked on her face as she said it, which only served to unnerve Mackenzie even more. "He doesn't know anything. How could he? He only talked to us for a minute earlier. Just stick to our story and we'll be fine."

"Right. Right..." Mackenzie said, trying to get a grip on herself. "Should, uh, we hold hands or something?"

"Now that's he's already seen us? Of course not! That'll absolutely look like we're faking it!" Alex dismissively said, noticing that Mackenzie still seemed flustered and nervous. "I'll do most of the talking. You just shut up and look pretty."

"Fine with me," the redhead muttered.

The officer was only thirty or so feet away from the girls. He gave them a friendly wave, approaching their table.

"If I give the signal, then distract him a little bit," Alex whispered, flicking her ear as if to demonstrate.

"Wh- distract him? How?" Mackenzie whispered back.

"Oh please. With a body like that you have to know how to use it to distract a man," Alex chided. "Just make sure you don't look like you're doing it on purpose! You're gay after all!"

"Fine! Fine!" Mackenzie whispered, just as the man arrived at the end of their table.

"Good evening ladies!" the slightly older man jovially said. He smiled at Alex and then over at Mackenzie too. "How's the seafood tonight?"

"Oh it was delicious, uh..." Alex trailed off. "I'm so sorry. Mario, was it?"

"Oh, actually it's Marino, ma'am," the man said, turning and pointing at the blue namepin on his lapel. "And that's quite alright. Listen, I just wanted to buy you both a drink as a way to apologize for disturbing you two earlier. Especially you, Mrs. Fairbairn," he turned to Mackenzie as he said that, "My apologies for catching you at such a, er... delicate moment."

Thanks to Alex's plan, the officer had "interrupted" the two wives having a bit of (fake) post-nuptual fun. Alex had even made Mackenzie answer the door naked and holding only a bedsheet in front of her to sell the act!

"O-oh!" the redhead squeaked out, her face flushing red. "No really, that's, um, it's fine Lieutenant Marino."

"Oh, I'm not much of a Lieutenant these days!" the man said with a disarming chuckle. "That's just a nickname most of the guys around here gave me on account of my navy days. Nooo, ma'am, I'm just a ship security officer now."

"Is that so!" Alex chirped, sounding perfectly polite while also sounding like she wished for nothing more than for the officer to get lost.

"But in any case, I'll be on my way," he said, as if picking up on Alex's unspoken attitude. "You ladies enjoy your evening."

With that, Marino turned around and began heading back towards the bar. Mackenzie and Alex locked eye contact in a moment of shared relief. Mackenzie actually sighed slightly.

"See?" Alex whispered, "He doesn't suspect a th-"

"Oh, just one more thing," Marino said with a snap of his fingers, as if suddenly recalling something. He suddenly turned around and returned to the table, saying, "I almost forgot, there's something I wanted to ask you ladies. I know it's none of my business, but I couldn't help but wonder... There's several honeymoon suites on this ship. So why did you two book one of our smaller rooms instead of one of those?"

The two women shared a brief glance of surprise. Apparently even Alex had been caught off guard by that question.

"Well, uh," she confidently said, as her mind searched for an answer, "you see, when I bought the tickets, they were all booked! And it didn't really matter that much to us anyway. We were fine with saving a little extra to put towards our time in Hawaii after this cruise! Isn't that right, honey?"

Alex glowingly smiled and held her hand out towards Mackenzie's. The redhead returned the smile and took her "wife's" hand in hers.

"Th-that's right, sweetie" she said, trying to sound confident as she smiled back at Alex.

"You picked the room?" Marino asked Alex.

"Mhm," she curtly replied.

"Gee... That's funny..." the man said, putting his thumb up to his chin and sounding downright puzzled. He pulled out his tablet and played around with it for a moment. Then, he motioned to Mackenzie and continued, "Because according to the reservation info, Mrs. Fairbairn here is the one that booked the room for both of you. Er, uh, well... it says Mackenzie Fairbairn booked the room, I mean."

Both Alex's and Marino's gazes swiveled over to Mackenzie, who suddenly felt like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Uh, I..." she began, slowly picking up steam "I mean, actually, now that I think about it, I was the one who booked the room for us! That's right, I made all the arrangements for the cruise and Alex made all the arrangements for Hawaii. I think you just got a little mixed up, sweetie."

"I see," Marino said. "So then let me ask you my question. Why didn't you book one of the honeymoon suites? They weren't all booked. In fact, one of them's still empty right now!"

"Well, I, uh..." Mackenzie floundered, trying to think of an excuse. She darted a quick glance over at Alex, and noticed the brunette was surreptitiously flicking her ear. Mackenzie switched tactics, instead trying to think of a way to distract the nosy officer.

"You know, I don't remember..." she thought aloud. Mackenzie accompanied this by thoughtfully pressing her finger to her chin and leaning drastically to her left. With her left elbow on the table, she rolled her shoulder ever so slightly, and it was enough for the spaghetti strap to slip off her shoulder completely. This let the left side of her sundress sag much lower, baring more of her upper chest. She tried to look oblivious to this minor exposure and continued, "I must've just not been thinking!"

"Like I said before, she's kind of a ditz!" Alex lovingly said. She accompanied this by tenderly placing her arm on Mackenzie's left forearm. As she did, Alex noticed that the dress strap was actually dangling less than an inch away from one of the various hooks scattered across the table. They weren't sharp as actual fishing hooks, as they were there for aesthetic purposes, mostly just glorified fisheye hooks. But an idea came to Alex's mind all the same. With the expert finger dexterity of a surgeon, she moved just one of her fingers enough to pull the strap around the hook, all without visibly moving the rest of her hand.

"I see. Well, we all make mistakes sometimes, so I certainly can't fault you there!" the Lieutenant agreed. "You know one time, a few years back, I went on this cruise with my wife. It's a funny story. So we get to the pier, right? And she asks me if I'm sure Ive got the tickets. So I-"

Alex tuned out the rest of the man's ramblings from there. Mackenzie's distraction clearly hadn't worked in the slightest. And Alex had no intention of having this man stand around, potentially poking holes in their story, for a minute longer! As silently as possible, the brunette kicked Mackenzie in the shin under the table.

"OW!" Mackenzie yelped. She instinctively jerked back upright, and as she did, the hooked strap split apart completely. Mackenzie's dress sagged even lower on her left side. This time, it was enough to bare her entire left breast! She'd opted not to wear a bra for comfort in the warm weather, and was now regretting it quite a bit. Her embarrassment at Marino seeing her boob outweighed her anger at her "wife" and Mackenzie scrambled to pull the dress back up over her breast. She whirled around with a flustered gasp, facing away from Marino and putting her right elbow on the table.

This sudden and fast motion, though, caused Mackenzie's right strap to slide off her other shoulder as well. And it, too, dangled precariously close to the very same hook that had just split her left one. With barely a second of delay, Alex made up her mind.

"And a klutz too," Alex said to the officer, who had stopped telling his story at the redhead's embarrassing outburst. When he looked over to Alex, he was distracted enough to let Alex tug the remaining strap of her "wife's" dress over the hook. The brunette kicked Mackenzie under the table again, though not as hard this time. Still, Mackenzie jerked backwards in pain enough to split her dress's other strap as well. With both shoulder straps kaput, the garment slid ridiculously low down Mackenzie's body. And though she was cradling as much fabric as possible in front of her chest, nearly all of her bare back was on display to the officer.

"Oh, there she goes again! But we can't help who we fall in love with, right?" Alex said with a laugh.

Mackenzie glared daggers at the woman out of the corner of her eye, making sure Marino couldn't see her doing it.

"...I guess not!" Marino said with a laugh. "I, uh, won't take up any more of your time then, ladies. Enjoy the evening."

And this time, the short man walked out of the restaurant entirely.

"What the HELL was that for?!" Mackenzie hissed, still clutching yellow fabric to her otherwise bare chest.

"It worked, didn't it?" Alex responded in an annoyed tone. She reached for the glass of whiskey. "He was never gonna shut up and leave otherwise."

"You didn't have to make me rip my dress, though!" Mackenzie complained, still blushing.

Alex took a big gulp and exhaled deeply, savoring the pleasant burn.

"He already thought you were a klutz from before, remember?" she explained, her tone sounding as if talking to a child. "If anything, we helped solidify out story even more. You should be thanking me, Mackenzie."

"Thanking you?!" she nearly shouted, before a warning glare from Alex made her lower her voice. "That's just about the last thing I should be doing right now! You owe me a new dress!"

"I don't owe you shit, honey," Alex said derisively. "Now shut up and drink your wine."

"I'm going back to the room," Mackenzie fumed. But, as she stood up, Alex's hand shot out and grabbed the hem of her dress. In one swift motion, the dress was tugged out from under Mackenzie's hands. She found herself standing up, hands covering her breasts, but her ruined dress pooled around her waist. And it was in Alex's firm grip. "Hey!" she complained, though her embarrassment undercut her anger quite a bit.

"You're not going anywhere just yet, Mackenzie," she said, with no small degree of intimidation. "Do you know why?"

Mackenzie demurely shook her head. She'd already learned that Alex was much stronger than her, especially her grip. Trying to pull her dress free would be useless. She just stood there, blushing, and kept her hands on her tits.

"Because we've already established the story that you're a big ol klutz. And that means this kind of thing happens to you fairly often. And THAT means that you're used to it, to some degree. So, I'll tell you what you're going to do now. You're going to sit down. You're going to smile. And you're going to enjoy a drink with your wife. Okay?"

After a full five seconds of stunned silence, Mackenzie replied, "O-okay..."

The topless redhead sat back down and Alex released her dress. Mackenzie did her best to cover her ample breasts with the fabric using just one hand. With her other, she reached for her wine glass.