Naturally, she loses the towel

"Alright everyone, listen up!" Chris loudly projected to the room of college freshmen. Any attention she would have normally commanded was almost instantly redirected to Mackenzie, who stood beside the RA, wearing nothing but a towel and a deep blush. Nearly every single gaze in the room was fixated a few feet to Chris's right. And that was the way she preferred it. The fewer people actually listening to what she was mandated to say meant the faster she could get back to her own life.

Mackenzie, meanwhile, had been scanning the room, looking for a potential seat, but none of the options looked particularly inviting. All of the chairs were taken, and several people were simply standing at the back of the room. That only left spaces on two of the couches. One was truly only a loveseat, and it would have left Mackenzie tightly sandwiched between two big guys. Not exactly her ideal scenario when her sole garment was only barely held together.

But, the other option was to take a seat on a couch between Cindy and one of her friends. And that was an absolute no-go. Cindy hated Mackenzie's guts, and would undoubtedly take the opportunity to try to humiliate her. Even as Mackenzie stood there, she saw Cindy lean over and whisper something to her friend, glaring daggers at Mackenzie.

No, Mackenzie's safest option was to just stay standing, and not too close to any of her floormates either... She tried to subtly make her way over to the side of the room, so she at least wouldn't be quite as much in the spotlight standing next to Chris.

"This'll just take two minutes of your time," Chris droned. She noticed Mackenzie take a step away from her, and wasn't eager to lose the lightning-rod of attention the redhead provided. "Oh, don't bother Mackenzie," she said, casually reaching out and grabbing the hem of her towel again. She made it seem like she was saving her the trouble of finding a seat, but functionally she was rooting the redhead to the spot.

As she felt the grip on her towel again, Mackenzie almost immediately tried to halt her small amount of momentum. But her reaction was just a touch too slow and Chris's grip resulted in the towel coming ever so slightly loose. If Mackenzie hadn't been maintaining an fierce grip of her own on the fabric, it likely would have come apart completely. Instead, it only came undone slightly, with Mackenzie's arms keeping it more or less in place. But still, in that brief moment or two, the towel dipped low enough to allow Mackenzie's left nipple to slip into view.

"We'll have you outta here in no time," Chris said nonchalantly.

The redhead blushed even more fiercely as she awkwardly slid the towel back into place enough to cover her boob again. She glared at her RA, but before she could say anything, Chris simply continued speaking.

"Alright, with the holidays quickly approaching, especially Halloween, I'm obligated to go over a few campus policies for you all," Chris began.

With little other choice, Mackenzie was **** to stand there while Chris spoke, while nearly 30 other students openly stared at her barely covered body. She tried once to subtly tug the towel from Chris's grip, but as if in retaliation, Chris moved her hand slightly further away from Mackenzie's body. The towel came with her hand, opening more of a gap at Mackenzie's thigh and revealing a substantial portion of her bare skin. The redhead suppressed a squeal of embarrassment and shuffled slightly closer to Chris, trying to undo the exposure. Chris effortlessly moved her hand in tandem with Mackenzie's motion, though, meaning the effort was fruitless.

Indeed, the gap had opened even wider somehow, and Mackenzie suddenly found herself on the defensive. Her right hand was frantically clasping the top of the towel together over the left side of her chest, and her left hand was steadfastly keeping the lower right corner of the towel in front of her pussy. Because Chris's slow yet steady pulling now meant the entirety of Mackenzie's left hip was bared to the assembled floor. The RA's pulling had gotten strong enough that if Mackenzie let go, she felt like the towel would snap off her body in an instant! All of her concentration was used to simply stay perfectly still and make sure the towel didn't slip even a millimeter.

Luckily, Chris had at least been true to her word about the meeting being brief. In just a few minutes, she had regurgitated the mandated talking points in an utterly disinterested tone. And next to nobody had heard even a word of it.

"Any questions?" Chris asked, all but certain there would be none, thanks to Mackenzie's assistance. But, to her surprise, one hand rose from the distracted crowd. It was Cindy, smirking and holding her arm up. Chris groaned. She was always such a pain in the ass, always wanting to let the other freshmen know she was a stickler for following the rules. Her query could likely double the length of this entire meeting. And Chris's ride would be arriving any minute to pick her up...

Sorry about this, she thought to Mackenzie. Chris really did appreciate Mackenzie being a good sport about the whole situation. At least, the redhead hadn't started shouting or punching her for half-ripping the towel off her body, so Chris assumed she was being a good sport about it. But I've got plans to get to...

And with that, Chris loudly said, "Great, have a good one folks!" and turned for the door. As she did, she whisked the towel completely clear of Mackenzie's body in one swift motion. "Whoops, sorry Mackenzie!" she added as she power walked to the door, dropping the towel behind her. The room erupted into gasps, which were quickly followed by laughter and shouts, drowning out Cindy's angry cry of "HEY!"

"AH!!" Mackenzie gasped, more in surprise than anything else. Chris had ripped her towel free, despite Mackenzie holding onto it for dear life, as if it had been effortless. The redhead actually found herself spun around nearly in a full circle by the ****, giving everyone a quick view of her pale curvy ass, too.

After the moment of disorientation passed, Mackenzie regained the wherewithal to throw her hands back over her chest and womanhood, even as a few cellphones emerged from pockets. Letting out another cry of embarrassment, she immediately started running for the door. Luckily, she was closer than anyone else, so no one was able to beat her to it. Plus, she was able to scoop up the fallen towel, holding it to her torso as she sprinted for her dorm room.

With everyone gathered for the meeting, Mackenzie didn't run into a single soul on the short run back to her room. She burst into the door and slammed it behind her, clutching the towel to her now heaving chest.

"Oh hey, Mack," Willow said, nonchalantly. She did a double-take upon noticing that Mackenzie was breathing heavy. And that her bare pussy was on full display. "Um.... good shower?" she asked with a chuckle.

"The shower was fine," Mackenzie said, taking a moment to rewrap the towel around herself properly. Then she shook her head at herself and simply ripped the towel off, opting to get dressed properly. "The floor meeting I got dragged to afterwards? Not so much."

"Oh yeah!" Willow said, eyes covertly watching her gorgeous roommate's behind as she began opening dresser drawers. "I wouldn't have skipped it if I knew you were gonna show up in just a towel!" she giggled.

"They're mandatory you know. You can't just skip them," Mackenzie said as she pulled out her last clean pair of panties. She was truly getting dangerously low on clothing by that point. The nude girl grimaced as she remembered the dirty clothes she'd accidentally dropped in the hallway while Chris had been dragging her to the meeting. Maybe if she got dressed quickly enough she'd actually have a chance at retrieving them before someone else did. The redhead hastily began pulling on the underwear.

"You can if you're good at hiding," Willow chimed. "Hey, in the good news department, I just scored us some invites to a sick off-campus Halloween party next weekend!"

"Uh huh," Mackenzie mindlessly said, frantically pulling a clean t-shirt from her drawer and yanking it over her head.

"I'm happy to order you a costume if you want. I've got one picked out for me, but I've got a few options for you if you want to check them out."

Mackenzie didn't respond. She was distractedly looking through her drawer for a clean pair of bottoms, but there didn't seem to be any left.

"Mack?" Willow asked.

"Huh?" Mackenzie said. Out of options and with time being of the essence, she snatched the towel off the floor and wrapped it around her hips. "Whatever, Willow. You pick for me, I don't care. I'll be right back."

With that, Mackenzie darted back out the door, hoping to make it to her dropped clothes in time.

"If you insist..." Willow said, as the door closed. She eyed an absolutely drop-dead sexy witch costume for a few more moments before adding it to her cart and checking out.

In another tab, a notification grabbed Willow's attention. She clicked over to it, and wasn't too surprised to see it was from a website most students used to buy, sell, or even give away their old stuff to each other. Well, technically this page was a slightly different one, with a much more specific purpose. This was the website the students used to buy and sell any and all clothing that had once belonged to the Shy Streaker.

Mackenzie's tendency to lose whatever she was wearing anywhere and everywhere on campus had resulted in a non-insignificant number of clothes left behind in her wake. True, a significant amount of the time the clothes were already torn or ruined when they fell into the hands of her fans. But that mattered little to the collectors out there. And her devoted following had developed into something of a full blown black market, at least among a specific few clientele on campus. If you were lucky enough to come into possession of part of the Shy Streaker's wardrobe, and you weren't the type of person who treasured that sort of thing, then you could stand too make some decent money from it. Maybe even more if you found something good.

Willow glanced at the two newest postings, which read:

RARE! SHY STREAKER PALE BLUE T-SHIRT! UNDAMAGED!!! Proof Attached!

RARE! SHY STREAKER WHITE MINISKIRT! UNDAMAGED!!! Proof Attached!

Willow opened both tabs. The bidding for both items had begun at $50, and even as she watched, the someone bid $75 for the skirt. She knew it would be fruitless, but Willow would keep the tabs open for the night. She always promised herself that if one of Mackenzie's clothes ended up at an even halfway decent price, she'd buy it back for her roommate. But so far that had never even come close to happening. The cheapest intact item she'd ever seen, to the best of Willow's recollection, had been a single sock that had gone for about $60.

"I guess people just like to own a part of history," she mused aloud as the t-shirt jumped up into the triple digits.

Mackenzie re-entered the room, a forlorn look on her face.

"No luck?" Willow asked.

"Nope," Mackenzie sighed. "Another shirt, skirt, and pair of underwear gone."

Willow's eyebrows shot up slightly. Guess the lucky bastard who found the clothes had opted to keep a little something for themselves.

"I'm getting seriously low on clothes now, Will..." Mackenzie muttered.

"Aw cheer up, Mack," Willow said, closing the two incriminating tabs as she beckoned Mackenzie over to her computer. "If it's more clothes you want, come take a look at the Halloween costume I just ordered you!"