Mackenzie makes it home safe, sound, and nude

Mackenzie tried not to look out the window as Brandon drove them through town. Luckily, with a storm clearly on the horizon, there weren't many people out. And anyone who was still outdoors were much more preoccupied with finding shelter. Still, Mackenzie would have felt much more comfortable if she'd at least had a shirt on. But still, in just a few minutes, they'd be pulling into her driveway and she'd be home free!

"Gotta say, I'm impressed," Brandon said. "Not many people would have the guts to drive through town in the buff!"

Mackenzie didn't even bother replying to him. She just kept staring straight ahead. Her facial expression neutral and her bits covered.

"But come on," Brandon prodded again as he turned toward Mackenzie's neighborhood. "Level with me. It's pretty embarrassing right?"

"No, not really," Mackenzie said, her tone almost robotically neutral. She gave nothing away about how she truly felt.

Brandon grunted, seeming unsatisfied again at Mackenzie's lack of reaction to both her predicament and his attempts to rub it in. He tried one more time.

"I mean, come on! This is literally a nightmare for most people, right? You're literally sitting right next to me, completely fucking naked! You can't tell me you honestly don't mind it!"

"Nope, I don't mind at all," Mackenzie said, barely even acknowledging that he'd spoken to her. Though, internally she was screaming, Of course it's fucking embarrassing you idiot! I'm sitting her fucking naked! Asshole!! But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

In just a few short minutes, they reached Mackenzie's house. The redhead almost let out a sigh of relief, but managed to catch herself before she did so. Without a word to her rival, she unbuckled herself (baring her magnificent breasts to him once more), opened the door, and stepped out onto her driveway.

"Hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave!" Brandon called, his eyes glued to Mackenzie's ass as she walked around the car and began traversing the short brick walkway to her front door. She was calm. She was cool. She was collected.

And then she was on her small porch, trying to keep her hand steady as she inserted the key into her front door. Even as the mechanism unlocked and the door swung open, Mackenzie maintained her nonchalant facade. She turned her head back to Brandon, still waiting in his car, and gave him the blandest of nods. This man might have seen her in the most embarrassing way possible this afternoon, but the redhead would be damned if she gave him an ounce more of satisfaction. Mackenzie repressed a smirk as she saw Brandon's expression visibly falter slightly. But with no excuse to stick around, the formerly leering man began backing his car out of the driveway. Then, Mackenzie stepped into her home and closed the door behind her.

She gave the biggest sigh of relief of her life. It was over. It was finally over! Poor Mackenzie had suffered THE most embarrassing day of her life, hands down. She was no stranger to having a few wardrobe difficulties, but today's events were on a completely different level! Over the course of one short workday, she'd managed to destroy every single thing she'd been wearing and leave herself completely exposed. And in front of customers no less! Not to mention Brandon. Mackenzie shuddered at the thought of the tale he'd soon be telling his sleazy friends.

"I need a beer," Mackenzie muttered, more than a little eager to put the day's events behind her. As she stepped through her entryway, Mackenzie caught sight of herself in the full body mirror. Her still naked self. "But... maybe some clothes first," she added with a blush, unable to keep a slight giggle out of her voice.

As the rain began to fall outside, Mackenzie headed upstairs towards her bedroom.