Mackenzie returns naked

Mackenzie really didn't want to go back out to Samantha's living room wearing nothing. But Mackenzie's mind once again wandered to where she might have ended up if Samantha hadn't intervened back at the spa. That employee would have kicked her out, leaving Mackenzie stranded in the middle of town without a stitch to her name, **** to streak the 10 mile trek back to her home... The redhead shuddered at the thought. Samantha had been **** than Mackenzie had any right to expect, even literally offering her a place to stay for the night! Wouldn't it be the least she could do in return to wear whatever Samantha wanted? Or rather, not wear whatever Samantha wanted...

Mackenzie took a tentative step towards the doorway, and then another. She took a few moments to mentally prepare herself.

Relax, she thought. She's already seen you naked, so there's no need to be nervous about that. We'll just keep hanging out and having a good time together. ...Except I'll be naked. No big deal right?

"I'm going to go open another bottle of wine," Samantha said. She wasn't entirely sure what was taking Mackenzie so long, but she didn't want to rush her. The poor girl had had a nightmare of a day after, sitting naked in the spa's lobby for all those hours.

"O-okay!" Mackenzie called. The comment served to snap herself out of her thoughts. How long had she been standing there, trying to psych herself up? It was time to bite the bullet already. Mackenzie resolved to stop being so self-conscious, and to do whatever her new friend (and literal savior) asked of her. It was the least she could do.

Whatever you want, Samantha, she thought. If it's for you, then I don't mind.

Mackenzie strode confidently out into the living, naked as she could be.

"Thanks again for everything, Samantha," she called to the kitchen, where her friend was presumably preparing another bottle for the two women to enjoy. And boy did Mackenzie need it.

"Oh, don't mention it!" Samantha called back. "Feel free to get comfortable, I'll be right there."

Mackenzie returned to her seat on the couch, feeling the fabric on her bare skin and stifling a shiver of embarrassment. The bare beauty tried to rest her arms beside her in a natural manner. No sense in covering up for the rest of the night, after all! Plus the two glasses of wine already in her system helped to bolster her confidence a bit.

And then, the buzzer sounded.

"Oh that's probably the pizza," Samantha said. "Do you mind going downstairs and getting it, Mackenzie?"

Mackenzie froze. In just an instant, all of her confidence and comfort seemed to vanish completely. Was Samantha really asking her to go get the pizza... NAKED? She couldn't do that!! ...Could she?

What happened to "whatever you want, Samantha?" Mackenzie asked herself. Her promise had lasted all of 60 seconds! She undoubtedly owed this woman quite a lot. But did she owe her... this much?