Mackenzie runs for it

As crazy as it seemed, Mackenzie still figured that her best bet for now as to continue along with her mystery voyeur's little game. So, wearing nothing but a single black sock, Mackenzie prepared to complete her second assigned task. First, she made her way to the end of the deserted alley. That was the easy part, and she soon found herself staring at a sidewalk, not twenty feet away. The redhead gulped and tried to calm her nerves. This would be the hard part. The really hard part. She'd have to take the sidewalk up to the main road, which was a short trip of maybe 75 feet. But then... she had to turn left and continue on the much busier road. The very same road she lived on. Mackenzie's house was the 7th house from the corner. By her best mental estimates it would take her between one and two minutes from the corner if she really booked it.

The coast had been clear for the past few minutes, and Mackenzie knew it was now or never. She really really didn't want to do this. But if she could get just a few things to wear, then she'd be in the clear! So, she took a deep breath. She covered herself with her hands as best she could. And then she ran.

Mackenzie sprinted onto the sidewalk, aiming for the street corner not far ahead. The quiet summer air was punctuated by the SLAP of Mackenzie's bare foot and the FWAP of her clothed one. The sidewalk was mercifully deserted, and Mackenzie gave a quick silent thanks for that.

I can do this! she thought. This might not be too bad after all!

A few seconds later, she turned onto her own street, and those confident thoughts evaporated completely. There were people everywhere! She nearly collided with a man walking his dog almost immediately.

"Watch wh-WHOA!" the man shouted as his anger turned to surprise. Mackenzie barreled past him and his dog started loudly barking, only drawing further attention Mackenzie's way.

"Ahhh!!" Mackenzie couldn't help but blurt out a nervous scream as not one, not two, but three people on the sidewalk ahead of her all turned to face her. "E-excuse me! Sorry!" she called as she weaved around each of them in turn.

Mackenzie was about halfway home when she locked eyes with Mr. Patterson, an old kindly man who had lived a few houses down from hers for years. He looked like he was practically about to have a heart attack given the shock on his face. Mackenzie averted her gaze as she scooted around him, mentally debating if she would have been better off covering her face instead of her breasts and pussy. But it was too late for that now, and Mackenzie continued on.

She'd already been seen, both by strangers and by longtime neighbors, so Mackenzie figured things couldn't get any worse. But she was just one house away from her own, with her front yard peeking in view, when disaster struck. Standing there, complete with a smug grin on his douchey face, was her ex-boyfriend Dylan. The two of them had split on pretty bad terms over a year ago, and any time Mackenzie had bumped into him since had gone disastrously. But this encounter merited disaster on another level entirely. Mackenzie didn't come to a complete stop, but her running faltered and she slowed down, processing the shock.

"Kenz?!" Dylan asked incredulously. The man had already had his phone out for some reason, so it only took him a moment to point it in Mackenzie's direction and for a lecherous smile to creep onto his face. "Now there's a view I never thought I'd see again!" he laughed.

Mackenzie, who thought she'd reached peak embarrassment already, somehow found it within herself to turn even redder in the face.

"FUCK YOU!" she managed to scream as she sprinted past him and ran across her front lawn. Dylan laughed even harder when Mackenzie, remembering the actual task, turned around and ran back to her mailbox. She hastily opened it, yanked out its contents, and clutched them to her chest as she sprinted to her backyard. "Oh my god, that's getting shown to everybody," Dylan laughed as he stopped recording.

"God damn it!" Mackenzie hissed through deep, ragged breaths as she leaned against her house in relative seclusion. That had gone even worse than she'd been dreading! Why in the hell was Dylan walking around her neighborhood? Was he part of this whole twisted game she was playing? Or did he just have super-douche powers that let him know the absolute worst moments for him to show up again in Mackenzie's life? She figured it was more likely the latter.

Mackenzie looked up at the now familiar whine of the drone and saw it approaching her yard. She'd made it through the task, so now she was due for her reward. Clothing! She knew her voyeur wouldn't be so generous as to give her more than one item of clothing. And it certainly wouldn't be something truly helpful, like a knee-length dress would have been right then. But maybe it would at least be a step in the right direction!

A tank top? Some shorts? she thought. Hell, I'd take a fucking miniskirt and be thrilled with it!

The drone hovered beside Mackenzie and she took the envelope it carried. Once again, Mackenzie felt fabric behind it.