Mackenzie manages to somehow lose every single thing she's wearing

Mackenzie had started her shift optimistically. She'd allowed herself to hope that maybe, just maybe, nothing would go wrong for her this time! That maybe she wouldn't have any wardrobe issues or other embarrassing hiccups. But that pristine hope began to crumble almost immediately.

At 1:05, barely a few minutes into her 3 hour shift, Mackenzie's pants were already giving her trouble. The borrowed sweatpants just couldn't seem to stay fastened for more than a minute or so! Maybe it wouldn't have been as much of an issue if the redhead could have just stayed standing still. But each time Mackenzie had to make the trek over to the pickup counter, at least some of the breakaway snaps along each of her legs would pop free, letting the sweatpants slide down her hips and exposing her white panties to the ever growing crowd.

By 1:10, the lunch orders were flooding in, leading to Mackenzie falling farther and farther behind. She tried to pick up her pace, carrying as many fulfilled orders as she could at once. But with her pants refusing to remain fastened and her hands full, Mackenzie ended up having to endure several trips and spills onto the tiled floor. One was so bad that her left shoe even went flying off her foot, disappearing deep under the counter somewhere. With no more time to deal with the troublesome pants, let alone find the scattered shoe, Mackenzie took the pants off entirely. She put them and her left sock next to her purse, hoping that at least she wouldn't wind up slipping or falling anymore that shift.

And, for a time, it worked. From 1:11 to 1:23, Mackenzie was able to assemble and deliver the sandwiches without issue. Though her hopes of surviving the shift unscathed were now drastically lower, given that she was running around in just her shirt and panties.

But at 1:24, Mackenzie faced her next complication. She was still failing to keep up with the positively overwhelming lunch rush, despite working as fast as she could. In her haste, Mackenzie managed to get the hem of her shirt jammed in the bagel slicer. Not wanting to risk ripping her sole remaining shirt, Mackenzie had ducked out of it before trying to work it free. Her visor had gone tumbling away somewhere, but it wasn't even spared a moments thought in the frantic topless girl's frenzied mind. The redhead was able to soon free the top from the slicer, but its lower half was completely shredded. With little other choice, Mackenzie carried on with her orders, still barely able to keep up with the food demand.

At 1:30 on the dot, Ben came to check on Mackenzie. He was just as surprised as she was at the feverous rush of customers. Mackenzie tried to ask Ben about an apron, but he cut her off as he began trying to remedy the greater issue of the sizable crowd of waiting customers. Ben had sped off, promising to send one of the twins over to help.

Despite being utterly swamped, Mackenzie tried to soldier through the nonstop sandwich orders. But her haste only worsened things for her ever shrinking outfit. At 1:34, after putting the pre-assembled egg and bacon disk into one of the ovens, the edge of Mackenzie's tattered shirt got stuck in the oven door. As she tried to step away from the oven, Mackenzie felt her stuck shirt rip apart even further and realized her mistake. But, even after opening the door and pulling the fabric free, the redhead found herself in for yet another surprise as the edge of her shirt was slightly on fire!

Mackenzie quickly pulled the shirt off, and dropped the flaming fabric on the ground. She hurriedly yanked her remaining shoe off (with her sock still inside) and began smacking the small fire, trying to put it out as quickly as possible. Evan arrived a moment later with a proper fire extinguisher and began blasting the mess of fabric. Unsurprisingly for them both, the garment was tattered and burnt beyond any and all practical use. And so, at 1:35, Mackenzie found herself sitting on the cold tile floor, wearing nothing but a pair of panties, staring forlornly at the ruined shirt and shoe that were now completely unwearable.

At 1:36, she hastily made her way to her belongings, hoping to maybe wrap the untrustworthy pants around her now exposed chest, only to find Evelyn instead. The other twin explained that she'd just returned from the dumpster, where (after assuming the pants were garbage and adding them to her pile) she'd just gotten done tossing several large garbage bags. And so, the single pair of white panties were all Mackenzie had left. Not just to wear that shift, but as the sum total of her wardrobe.

And so, at 1:38, Mackenzie reluctantly got back to work, now wearing nothing but her panties and two small additions to her outfit. she was sporting an "E'n'F" sticker over each nipple. The bright green stickers (usually used to affix receipts to orders and seal the paper bags shut) were circular and about two inches in diameter, so they were able to cover her nipples entirely. But they only stayed on her sweaty skin for about three or four minutes at a time before falling off and needing to be replaced. And to make matters worse, Mackenzie's panties weren't quite in the pristine condition she assumed. The smoldering edge of her shirt had come a bit too close to her panties while it was still alight, and the undergarments had actually gotten scorched in the mayhem.

So, from 1:39 to 1:55, Mackenzie found herself practically sprinting from the back of the cafe to the pickup counter, sticking receipts to completed orders, and dropping off sandwiches as fast as Evan could make them. She hit a further complication at 1:45, when the heavily singed hip of her panties finally ripped under the strain. She was able to tentatively reattach it with a sticker, letting the underwear stay on her hips. But this just gave Mackenzie a third thing to have to constantly re-affix stickers to in between her runs. Every second or third run to the counter, one sticker would pop free, exposing either one of the redhead's nipples, or her pussy entirely.

Things finally came to a head at 1:56. At the height of the frenzy, in the midst of slapping stickers on brown bags for what felt like the thousandth time, Mackenzie made a crucial error. In the midst of being overworked and embarrassed beyond belief, she got her wires crossed. She grabbed a fresh sticker to refasten the panties' waistband and attached it to one side of her underwear. Right then, Evan shoved a completed order bag and receipt forward to Mackenzie. She relied on muscle memory, doing what she'd already done hundreds of times: grabbing a sticker and affixing the receipt to the bag. Unfortunately, her overwhelmed brain resulted in Mackenzie accidentally using the sticker already attached to her panties! In a daze of overworked stress and abject humiliation, the redhead stuck her mostly ruined panties to a bag instead of a receipt, ripping them right off her hips! And, even more unfortunately, she didn't realize her mistake until just as she handed the bag to the waiting customer. As the unknown student turned around to vanish into the crowd, Mackenzie finally noticed the white fabric trailing from it, reminiscent of a small flag of surrender. She shouted out for them to wait, but her shouts were either drowned out by the crowd or simply ignored.

As Mackenzie's hope of keeping even a single piece of her clothes crumbled to dust, both of the remaining stickers fell away from her sweat soaked, heaving chest. And then there she stood: standing before a boisterous roaring crowd of hungry customers, completely naked and mortified beyond belief. She tentatively moved her hands and arms to their all too familiar positions, safeguarding what little bits of her modesty they could. The nude young woman glanced at the nearby clock, which read 1:57. She still had two full hours left in her shift. Her first instinct was to flee, but she knew she would get into big trouble, possibly even fired, if she did so. Ben's words from the ride over came back to her:

"Doesn't matter to me if you wind up working counter stark naked. No ducking out early, or else there will be ramifications. Got it? ... Great! I'd hate to have to fire you before you even finish your first week!"

Mackenzie was now officially out of clothes AND money. But if she completed the shift, then she could at least afford to buy a few more outfits for next time. And, she hated to admit it, but was she starting to get a little bit used to this? Winding up naked in front of a crowd of her fellow college students for the, what, eighth... no, ninth time? No, that was crazy! She was still just as embarrassed as the first time it had happened at that hypnotism show! Or the embarrassing time around midterms! Or even that humiliating Halloween party! No, Mackenzie was doing this out of pure desperation. She had no clothing left to her name and no real money to buy more. But forgoing one for now would at least lead to her getting some of the other! ...Right?