No, her shirt rips again

Without any pants on, Mackenzie was focusing on minimizing her exposure to the small gathered crowd. She was dropping off the finished drinks, two at a time, as quickly as she could. This let her keep her time at the pickup counter down to a minimum. And when she did drop off the various beverages, Mackenzie made sure to remain facing forwards. This let her short apron cover most of her panties from view, though it did leave her fellow coworkers free to stare at her ass from behind.

Overall, things weren't going horribly, all things considered. Until Mackenzie's haste resulted in her name tag being caught once more. As she paced into view at the counter, the small metal clip caught on the edge of a nearby machine, and as it yanked on the edge of her shirt, the fabric tore under the strain.

"Number 5-" Mackenzie called out as her brain rapidly tried to register what the yanking sensation followed by a tearing sound meant for her outfit. Apparently, the entire left side of the front half of Mackenzie's shirt had torn free because there, peeking out from the side of her apron, was her bare left breast! A small chorus of cheers came from her waiting audience at the welcome and (for some, expected) sight. She hastily slammed both drinks down onto the counter, freeing her hands for modesty duty, and clamped them down over her half-bared chest. Mackenzie whimpered in embarrassment as she scuttled out of view once again.

The redhead freed the green fabric and nametag pin from the nearby metal edge and was about to try in vain to refasten the scrap of fabric over her impressive bust when she was interrupted by Emily shoving drinks into her hands. Mackenzie paused in place, unsure whether to fix her shirt or deliver the drinks.

"What are you doing?!" Emily demanded, "Keep delivering! We're not done with the rush yet."

And so, with little other choice, Mackenzie spent the next five minutes minutes delivering the drinks half-topless. She tried to keep her boob tucked into the top of her apron, but it would constantly slip back out each time she walked back to the counter.

Slowly (very slowly to Mackenzie), the rush began to die back down to a trickle. Although, there was still a gathered crowd around the pickup counter thanks to those sticking around for the presumed show. Finally, Ben made his quick walkthrough of their area and let everyone know the rush had officially ended. Once again, he paid Mackenzie's half-decent attire no notice, simply letting her know she was doing a good job for her first shift.

Mackenzie took the brief reprieve as a chance to try and salvage her outfit as much as possible. She still had two hours left in her shift, after all!