Nope

With one hand searching the items and one hand clamped to her chest, Mackenzie was a bit slow in reacting when her pants slipped down her legs again. As a result, Scott was treated to a nice glimpse of Mackenzie's shapely ass to complete the picture he had seen earlier.

"There's no clothes in here at all!" Mackenzie complained.

"They periodically donate all the found clothing to shelters and stuff." Scott mentioned, "I think we just sent em a shipment the other day too. So those bins are probably fresh out of clothing."

Putting on a pitiful expression, Mackenzie covered her breasts and turned to face Scott again.

"Do you think you might be able to let me borrow your shirt? Please?" she asked, trying to seem as **** as possible (which wasn't very hard in her current state).

"Sorry sweet cheeks, but company rules say we have to have a shirt with the company logo on at all times when we're on duty." He checked his watch. "Speaking of which, I need to get back to work, despite how nice it would be to keep you company."

"Fine." Mackenzie slightly let down. "Could you at least grab that tank top in the hallway for me?"

Scott stepped out into the hallway and looked around. "What tank top?"

Mackenzie sighed. She really didn't want to step back into the hall without a shirt on but she did so anyway. "That one right..." She trailed off as she looked at the empty space where her fallen shirt had been just a few minutes ago. "Wh-where did it go?!"

"Beats me." Scott replied with a smile. "It was extremely nice meeting you Mackenzie, hope to see you around!"

Mackenzie ducked back into the storage room to think about what her next move would be, still clutching both her breasts to keep them hidden.

"Great..." she griped aloud, "I'm stuck completely topless in the middle of the gym with just a baggy pair of sweatpants and no idea where my bag is! How could this get any worse?"