Mackenzie's jumpsuit continues to fall apart

Without any further ado, Mackenzie and Brandon got to work on the car that had been sitting around in the garage for nearly three months. Each of them were strongly committed to their respective goal. For Mackenzie, it was getting the car in driving shape as quickly as possible. It had been a thoroughly embarrassing day for her, and she was more than a little eager to drive home and put on some reliable clothes. For Brandon, it was taking as long as possible to get the car ready. That would hopefully allow Mackenzie's jumpsuit to fall further and further apart, and let him see more and more of his gorgeous rival. The two goals were more than a bit at odds, one could say.

But still, Brandon didn't want to risk blatantly not cooperating, lest he risk Mackenzie deciding to kick him out of her shop once and for all. So, as the redhead began fixing the hinge on the driver's side door, Brandon popped the hood and got to work with the repairs. From his position, he was able to keep a decent eye on the back of Mackenzie's jumpsuit. As he had predicted, once Mackenzie got in the zone with her work, she was virtually oblivious to how her jumpsuit was holding up. As he slowly got to work, Brandon watched several more pieces of duct tape peel and fall away from the blue garment, baring more small holes to the pale skin beneath them.

By the time twenty minutes had passed, Mackenzie had finished the door's hinges and was nearly done completing the latch as well.

"Brandon, how's it coming?" she asked. She turned to face him, inadvertently revealing that a few more strips of tape had fallen away from her chest and hips.

"Got a bit done," he replied honestly, though he could have likely accomplished the same amount of repairs in four or five minutes. But this was the moment he'd been waiting for. An opening initiated by Mackenzie. "But, uh, I'm not sure if I can reach this one cable down here. Take a look?"

Mackenzie groaned and mumbled something about why she even bothered letting his incompetent ass help her, but she stepped over to the front of the car. Brandon indicated the specific cable, down towards the bottom right side of the hood. With a short, frustrated sigh, Mackenzie grabbed the tool from his hand and leaned forward to get her hands on the problem. Out of her sight, Brandon couldn't help but smirk as he watched Mackenzie's right hip position itself exactly where he'd hoped it would. Right next to the tiny bit of jagged metal on the car's frame he'd noticed earlier.

After not even a full sixty seconds had passed, Mackenzie gave a triumphant, "Done!"

Brandon said nothing as Mackenzie rose up, the metal perfectly inserting itself into the gap in the hip of her jumpsuit.

"Seriously, dude?" she mocked as she began turning to her left to face him. "That was giving you trou-"

Mackenzie's jab was cut short as a horrifying ripping sound echoed through the air. Mackenzie whipped her head around to her left, only to be greeted by the sight of her jumpsuit splitting apart again! A horizontal tear was working its way from her right hip around her back towards her left. Reason having not kicked in yet, Mackenzie continued turning counter-clockwise to get at the snagged portion of her suit.

...And in doing so, she actually managed to let the rip continue its lateral bisection of the jumpsuit. A second later, when she actually got her hands on the trapped fabric, the tear had completed its circumnavigation of the beautiful mechanic's hips. Mackenzie freed the rough fabric of her suit from the car frame, right at the same moment the bottom half of her suit fell to the ground like a pair of comically baggy pants.

Mackenzie let out an EEEP! of embarrassment as she realized Brandon was standing behind her, getting a wonderful view of her pink panties. And what was even more embarrassing, the sheer back of her underwear meant her rival was seeing a whole lot more as well! Her face rapidly reddening, Mackenzie crouched down to grab at her fallen half-suit while also spinning around to shield her butt from Brandon's view. She hastily grabbed the material and clutched it in front of her panties as she rose back to a standing position. Her crotch was covered well enough, although the jumpsuit-turned-pants did sag significantly in the back.

The redhead was less than thrilled to see Brandon staring at her lower half, with a shit eating grin on his face.

"It's not funny!" she yelled, trying and failing to suppress her blush.

"I don't know" Brandon replied, making a serious effort not to giggle. "I certainly enjoyed watching that all play out!"

"Wh- Did you see my jumpsuit get snagged? And you didn't SAY ANYTHING?! WHY YOU-"

"Hey, hey, hey now!" Brandon quickly interrupted the fuming redhead. "I was given explicit instructions not to talk about your clothes! You said so yourself!"

Mackenzie gave him the most venomous glare of her life as she awkwardly shuffled a bit to the side to pick up the roll of duct tape.

"The next time," Mackenzie said, with only semi-contained rage, "you see my jumpsuit get caught on something, or rip apart, or tear even in the slightest. You. TELL. ME. Got it?"

"Sure thing!" Brandon grinned.

"I mean it!" Mackenzie emphasized, brandishing the roll of tape at him like a weapon. "If you see so much as a single thread out of place on this jumpsuit, I want to know about it!"

"Roger that," he replied again, this time with a thumbs up, still earnestly smiling.

Mackenzie shot him one last icy glare before making a beeline for the bathroom yet again. But, she only made it a single step before she heard another ripping sound. But this one was much softer than the previous one. Mackenzie glanced down at her hip (left one this time) in utter disbelief. There she saw the ruined hip of her panties trailing away from the very same metal bit that had torn her jumpsuit mere moments prior. The sides and back of her "pants" dipped low enough to exposed her underwear, and she had somehow managed to snag the side of her panties on the devious metal when she'd been reaching for the duct tape. Brandon, who had of course noticed this development while Mackenzie was shouting at him, had said nothing. Now, however, he burst out laughing.

"I... but... you..." Mackenzie sputtered as her mind vacillated between anger, embarrassment, and pure disbelief. She still clutched the lower half of her jumpsuit up to cover her womanhood, but she could already feel the ruined panties sliding down her right leg.

"You did say just the jumpsuit, right?" Brandon said between bouts of laughter. "I figured underwear didn't count!"

As the panties hit Mackenzie's ankle, her face turned the reddest it had been all day, a mixture of equal parts anger and humiliation. She hurriedly slipped the panties off her foot and scooped them up in the hand not holding the tape. Then, gripping both the front and back sides of her "pants," she began racing towards the bathroom without another word, several more pieces of tape falling from her outfit as she fled.

Mackenzie was a little over halfway there when the remaining tape on her right shoulder gave way completely. Her jumpsuit-turned-tank-top fell half apart, exposing her right breast entirely. Luckily, Brandon was well behind her by then, so he didn't get to actually see Mackenzie's boob. But, he did see the wardrobe malfunction happen, which only caused his laughter to increase in volume.

Mackenzie ducked inside the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her, just grateful to be out of sight by that point. The unlucky young woman gave a shaky sigh of mortification as she tried to calm herself down. She approached the counter and tossed the duct tape and torn panties on top of it, not even caring that she released her grip on her "pants" in the process. At that same moment that the lower half of her jumpsuit hit the floor, however, the tape on her left shoulder gave up its fight like its companion had done just a few seconds prior. This had the combined effect of both pieces of the jumpsuit sliding down Mackenzie's body and pooling at her feet, leaving her suddenly standing there staring at her own naked reflection in the mirror. Mackenzie blushed anew as she realized just how close she had come to being rendered completely nude in front of Brandon. Brandon, of all the people!

The naked redhead rallied her thoughts, and summoned all of her determination. She would NOT let that happen! She just needed to patch up her jumpsuit one more time, then she'd march right out there and kick that good for nothing perv out of her shop once and for all! She could make her jumpsuit wearable again after all... right?