Mackenzie makes a run for it and is able to get away. Part of her shirt even does too!

As Mackenzie followed Stuart into the large lobby, she found it was even more crowded and bustling than she'd feared. People were walking around everywhere, buying tickets and snacks, and heading for the theaters. The redhead self-consciously tugged her shirt a little lower. It was long enough to cover everything necessary, if only barely, but Mackenzie's lack of pants still made her stand out a bit. So, she was quite grateful when Stuart led her behind the concession counter. From the waist up, she was perfectly decent.

"Alright, stay here for a sec," Stuart said, "I'll go find Gary and see if I can get this all sorted out."

"R-right," Mackenzie muttered, as she watched the manager walk off behind the counters. This was the moment she'd been waiting for! He entered a door marked 'Staff Only' and was soon out of sight completely.

The bottomless girl didn't waste a moment. Mackenzie immediately made her move to flee the concession counter, and the theater in general. It was only a matter of time before Stuart found out that she did not in fact work here, and that she had in fact stolen this T-shirt. But given that it was the only thing standing between her and complete nudity in a crowded mall, Mackenzie didn't feel too bad taking it.

Not two steps into her daring escape, though, Mackenzie was brought to an abrupt halt. The hem of her new shirt had gotten caught on something. As Mackenzie glanced back down at the counter, she found that something was a cash register. The bottom edge of the soft fabric had gotten caught in the barely open drawer, which had apparently snapped shut right as Mackenzie had bumped into it.

"Oh not again!" she hissed impatiently.

It had only been three days prior that Mackenzie had gotten the shirt she'd been wearing stuck in a cash register. And her attempts to free it had resulted in the shirt being utterly destroyed (and leaving Mackenzie topless at work). She was determined not to make that mistake again.

Rather than trying to open the drawer, Mackenzie opted for the brute **** option. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt with both hands and pulled. Hard. It only took a few tugs before she heard the all too familiar sound of ripping fabric. But the fabric didn't quit split where she wanted it to. Rather than just a small chunk tearing away, the shirt seemed to split horizontally around her stomach. The remaining shirt now barely came down to the bottom of Mackenzie's ribcage, seeming like a bizarrely baggy crop top. She was now bare from the midriff down. In fact, more fabric had ripped free of the shirt than had stayed on the redhead's body!

"You've gotta be kidding me," Mackenzie muttered, more in disbelief than anger.

But at that moment, she heard a loud voice yell "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" from the direction of the staff room. And Mackenzie knew that she needed to go. Now. She slipped out of the trapped fabric and ducked out from behind the counter. Then, she reluctantly began running through the mall again, one hand clamped over her pussy and the other dangling closely behind her curvy ass. At least this time she had a shirt on...

A door slammed open behind her, and she heard Stuart yell, "MARISSA! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!"

That definitely wasn't happening if she had any say in the matter. Instead, the redhead pumped her legs faster. As she disappeared into the crowd, the last thing Mackenzie heard from Stuart was him shouting to call mall security and raving about a stolen theater employee shirt. That made her gulp and made unpleasant memories from the mall in her hometown resurface. She really didn't want to get nabbed by mall security.

Ironically, the crowded mall made it easier to stay out of sight. By the time anyone around her noticed that Mackenzie was bottomless, she was already practically out of their sight. Most had just enough time to glimpse the expanse of pale skin and the words "Enjoy The Show!" printed on the back of the black shirt in bright yellow.

Mackenzie hadn't gotten very far, maybe a minute or so of awkward dodge-running through the crowd, when she spotted a man ahead in a bright blazer clearly labelled 'SECURITY' in big, bold letters. Mackenzie practically skidded to a stop and hastily changed direction, darting to her right. She ducked beside a vending machine, praying she hadn't been spotted.

The bottomless beauty was far from out of sight. Anyone moving towards her in the crowd was able to see her (and that was still a lot of people). But the vending machine did hide her from the security officer on the other side of it. She pressed her bare backside against the cold metal surface and frantically pressed both hands over her crotch, trying to cover what little she could.

As if to further increase her anxiety, Mackenzie heard the not-so-distant squawk of a walkie-talkie say, "Be advised, keep a lookout for a young woman, red hair, wearing a black polo shirt. Last seen running away from the movie theater."

"Copy that," the man said, though it was harder to hear over the noise of the crowd. He said something else, and Mackenzie was sure she heard the word "streaker" in his response. Her blood froze. So she had been spotted before, when she'd been running through the mall naked. Or... was that from earlier, when she'd been walking to the lingerie store naked? Her situation felt like it just kept getting worse and worse. What was she supposed to even do?!

But before she could think about that question any longer, a figure stepped right in front of Mackenzie.

"There you are!"