Mark to the Rescue

Mark ran up tugging his shirt off before quickly throwing it over Renee’s head. The tight white garment quickly clung to her skin and became basically see through. However Renee felt somewhat comforted, as the boy pulled her away.

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In a secluded hallway a shirtless Mark and a bottomless Renee in a nearly invisible shirt leaned against the wall to catch their breath.

“Are you ok?” Mark asked.

“Fuck NO! What kind of question is that? I just wanted to buy some new clothes and now I’ve been seen naked by practically everyone in this god forsaken mall! Even now I’m wearing something useless to cover my modesty fuck fuck fuck!” She vented before crouching down and hugging her sock covered legs.

Mark just stood there a pang of genuine guilt ran through him. So far he hadn’t seen or been around Renee during one of R.E.D’s operations. Giving him a degree of separation from the situation, while he “enjoyed” the photos and videos they kept of her. Blissfully ignoring the distressed look on her face. Suddenly being in the inner circle didn’t seem so… exciting. He looked down at her defeated posture of hiding her body in her legs. He had the urge to help her, but how?

His eyes landed on her legs, more specifically the socks on her legs. A lightbulb flashed in his head. Getting on one knee he bent down and asked Renee “I have an idea, can you give me Emma’s socks?”

Renee then blew up “did you not just hear what I said!? Of all the things to ask me! To fucking undress!?”

“Calm down please? I’ll give them back I promise, just more useful” he clarified.

“Fine they’re useless as is anyway” she said with a frown. Slipping them off her legs. Handing them to Mark, who grabbed one by the opening and pulled. Ripping it into one long strip.

He handed it to Renee and said “tie that around your um chest like a bra or something, I’ll uh turn around and modify the other one.”

Renee looked at it and realized what he was doing “is he making me underwear out of socks? I don’t know if he’s stupid or a genius.” An amused smile appeared on her face. Seeing Mark's back turned to her she lifted the shirt up over her chest and wrapped the long but thin bit of fabric over her chest and tied it around her back. Pulling the shirt down again she told Mark it was ok to turn around again.

He did so and presented her with the bottoms of the sockini. Ripping into two halves then wrapped around each other once to make on X, she had to put the middle between her legs while using the ends as straps to tie at the sides. The result… a side tie bikini bottom that did alright at covering her pussy, but absolutely sucked at covering her big butt.

“Damn I was hoping it would do a little bet-” Mark was interrupted by Renee suddenly hugging him.

“Thank you little bro. I don’t know what I’d do without you” she said thankful. Her words stung his heart in more ways than one.

Soon Renee pulled away and said with a sigh “I guess we should get going to my car” while holding up the keys that were shoved in her hand before she took a plunge in the fountain.

Mark looked at her and thought seriously for a moment. He was supposed to lead her to the crowded front exit and then Tim and Jacob would cause his sabotaged shirt to fling off her body like the skirt Emma gave her. However “I think I remember an exit down that hall we can then circle around to the parking lot” he said.

“Alright, you lead” Renee said intending to hide behind the boy the whole way there.