Sort of.

Mackenzie was unable to move much, but she could hear the party continuing below her. She waited anxiously as she heard idle chatter, chairs moving, silverware clinking - what was happening?

"Um.... h-hello?" She felt stupid. "Can someone get me down? Please?"

There was a ripple of laughter below her, and she felt her whole body blush. They had since let go of her, allowing her to clamp her legs together again, but she could only hide so much without her arms.

"Kenz, we gotta let you dry, don't we?" She heard Rachel speak through a mouthful of food. "Besides, you're the perfect centerpiece. 'S like modern art, or whatever."

And so that's how the afternoon went, Mackenzie stuck above them, formally private parts on obscene display. Slowly, she lost strength and stamina, and her legs came apart again. It was no use, she was completely stuck like this, and nobody cared to help her.

The cool breeze, her pussy so, so exposed - she'd never felt anything like this before. And though she couldn't see them, she could feel all the eyeballs on every intimate detail of her crotch. No way to cover up. Not even pubic hair. Nowhere to go. She found herself unable to focus on any other reality.

She felt hot. A pulse went through her body. She longed to cup her hands over her pussy, to get out of site. She remembered Rachel's hands on her, inside her - God, she couldn't get the feeling out of her head. She was breathing hard. Idly, almost, her hands were grazing her nipples.

She heard a "Woah, look!" below her, and her blood ran cold. What was she doing? What had she been feeling? Was anyone noticing the state she was in?