A lot. A lot can go wrong.

As Mackenzie sat there, watching him fiddle with the front of the car, Brandon's mind was racing. He needed to think of his next move, and fast! He really had finished repairing the car; he was a stellar mechanic, after all. But now he had bought himself just five minutes to think of a way to get the very last bits of Mackenzie's meager wardrobe to fail her. And he didn't think it would take much. Brandon summoned his resolve. He'd come so so close to having his dream come true today. And now there was no way in hell he was leaving without seeing things through. Without seeing Mackenzie Fairbairn completely and 100% naked.

"Hey, Mackenzie," he called, looking over his shoulder, "mind unpausing the music on my phone? I had it playing earlier, but turned it off to get into The Zone. It's on the table right there."

"Uh, sure," Mackenzie said, noticing the phone lying on the table beside her. As she leaned forward to unlock it, Brandon practically glued his eyes to her chest. The sad excuse for a top seemed to be just barely capable of containing her large breasts. Brandon almost thought he could hear the sound of the fabric straining as the beautiful mechanic leaned forward. Then, she moved her finger to tap the screen.

Here it comes... Brandon thought. Just how well would Mackenzie's "jumpsuit-bikini" hold up to a thoroughly startled jump? Not too well, Brandon presumed. He had purposefully set his phone to its maximum volume earlier, and was now ready to enjoy the soon-to-follow show.

Music blared from the phone's speaker as Mackenzie touched it, causing the redhead to physically jump out of her seat in sheer surprise. She was able to salvage the move, landing not ungracefully on her feet.

"JEEZ!" She shouted as she immediately began turning the phone's speaker down. "What the HELL, Brandon?! Why is it turned up so loud?"

"Oh, uh, my bad," he muttered. "Must've turned up the volume by accident earlier."

Brandon couldn't believe it. Mackenzie's "jumpkini" didn't come apart at all. Not one single piece of "rope" had snapped! But he wasn't going to just stop there. Brandon waited until Mackenzie was in the process of sitting back down. She was looking down, no longer paying attention to him. Then, just as she was preparing to rest her weight on the stool again, ever so carefully lowering her gorgeous ass down, Brandon struck again. He slammed the hood of the car closed as swiftly and loudly as he could.

Mackenzie yelped in shock, and lost a bit of balance as she came into contact with the stool. The stool wobbled as Mackenzie fell onto it, and seemed for a moment like it was going to tip over. Brandon kept his eyes glued to the lower half of Mackenzie's jumpkini, waiting to see which part of it would split apart first. Would the sides split apart, rendering the shorts useless? Or would a seam break, baring Mackenzie's most secret treasure to him?

Instead, though, neither happened. Both Mackenzie and the stool stabilized, leaving Brandon crestfallen again.

"Damn dude," she growled, "a little heads up would've been nice!"

"Uh, heh, sorry, sorry!" Brandon tried to regain his composure. How had that not worked?! Mackenzie's outfit had been falling apart left and right all afternoon. And now that it was barely held together at all, it was somehow staying intact?! What was happening?

"But hey, I think I'm all set," he called, waving Mackenzie over to him as he flourished the car keys. "Want to come fire her up?"

"You can go right ahead," Mackenzie said, not moving from her spot on the stool. She crossed her arms, clearly on guard now for more startling antics by Brandon.

"Suit yourself!" Brandon called as he hopped into the driver's seat. He still had one last shot at getting a real good jump out of Mackenzie, he figured.

Brandon started up the car. It sputtered to life and, after listening to how it sounded for a few moments, Brandon suddenly revved the engine. Just as he'd hoped, the loud roar reverberated through the closed garage. But Mackenzie didn't even flinch this time. She just stared at Brandon through the windshield.

Brandon sighed. That was it. He was out of ideas. He killed the engine and stepped out of the car.

"Alright, she's all yours," he said, unable to keep a bit of defeat out of his voice. He tossed the keys to Mackenzie. It wasn't a bad throw, just a bit high and to the right. Mackenzie jumped to her feet and reached to grab the keys. ...And everything happened all at once.

The repurposed fabric gave up the ghost completely, in over a dozen different spots, all at the exact same moment. Both the jumpkini top and bottoms split apart at virtually every remaining swam, with each section of "rope" splitting at least once on top of that. By the time Mackenzie's fingers were closing around the airborne keys, every last scrap of fabric was dropping to the floor, exposing every inch of her bare skin.

Brandon stood there, absolutely dumbstruck as his beautiful rival's scant remaining clothes seemed to explode free from her body, crumbling into dozens of little useless scraps. And there, at long last, stood his white whale: Mackenzie without a stitch on! Her big round breasts, complete with little pink nipples were even more perfect than he'd dared to dream. Her neatly trimmed landing strip pointed the way to her picturesque pussy. She had the most beautiful body he'd ever seen.

Mackenzie shrieked in complete and utter mortification. She crouched down to try and grab something, anything of her jumpsuit to salvage. But it seemed like the largest pieces left were barely more than a few square inches! Instead, she simply turned and ran for the bathroom yet again, giving Brandon an uninterrupted look at her amazing, big round ass.

"...Wow," was all Brandon could manage to say after Mackenzie had fled his sight and slammed the bathroom door. She truly was gorgeous.

He gave it a few moments before Brandon sidled over and leisurely knocked on the door.

"GET LOST!" Mackenzie shouted from within. She'd been desperately hoping that she might have overlooked something she could wear stashed away in the bathroom. But alas, there was nothing at all for her to use. She was stuck in there, completely nude, with no options whatsoever.

"I was going," Brandon sounding as nice as he possibly could, "to offer you a ride home, gorgeous."

"HA!" Mackenzie's laugh was completely devoid of mirth. "That's the one thing I don't need from you, asshole! I can drive myself home now. So you can just fuck off, Brandon!"

"I don't know why you're so mad at me," he smarmed up, smarmily. "I've only been trying to help all day!"

"HELP?!" Mackenzie shouted. "You may have fixed the car up, but you've done nothing but humiliate me since you got here!!"

"So, what?" he asked. "You're just gonna drive yourself home naked?"

"This might have been the workday from hell for me," Mackenzie simmered. Her embarrassment and fury had long ago reached its tipping point. She began slamming her fist on the bathroom counter as she loudly continued. "And I may have to drive through the middle of town butt ass naked. But at least, at the very least, I'm not going to have to give you the satisfaction of getting to OGLE me while YOU drive me home! YOU GIANT PERV!!!"

It was with one final slam of her fist, that Mackenzie saw the car key out of the corner of her eye begin to move. She hadn't realized it had gotten so precariously close to the sink's edge. The key reached its own tipping point, and began sliding down into the sink. Before Mackenzie could react, it slid down the big open drain in the middle of the sink, clanging twice in the pipe on its way down. Mackenzie couldn't even process what had just happened.

"No..." she whispered. "Oh no, no, NO NO!!"

"Was that... the key going down the drain?" Brandon asked, trying not to snicker at Mackenzie's unrelenting bad luck.

"...Yeah," Mackenzie muttered in the most defeated voice Brandon had ever heard her use.

"Hey, it's alright, gorgeous," he said. "That free ride home's still on the table!"

"I... I..." Mackenzie slumped down to the cold tile floor. She wanted to turn him down, but where would that leave her? **** to walk the three miles home, naked? Even letting Brandon stare at her for a whole car ride wasn't worse than that. She sighed. "Fine."

"Sweet! I'll go bring the car around!" he said, sounding like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Brandon," Mackenzie tiredly said, "do you have something, anything, that you can lend me to wear?"

"Not really," he said before quickly adding, "Well, I guess I could lend you my t-shirt."

"Really?" Mackenzie asked, perking up. That would likely be more than enough to keep her decent for the ride home and the dash into her house. Then she'd be in the clear!

"Sure thing! On one condition, though..." Brandon said as he leaned up against the door again.

"And that is?" Mackenzie hesitantly asked, leaning her back on the door herself.

"Go on a date with me."

Mackenzie could hear Brandon's smirk through the door. Brandon was just about the last person in town she'd ever want to date. But then again, he was also quite low on the list of people in town she'd want to openly stare at her naked body while she was driven home.