She's eventually freed, though it takes some time

Mackenzie sighed as she climbed into the passenger's seat of Ben's car, feeling completely and utterly exhausted.

It had taken the better part of an hour, but she'd eventually been pulled free from her tight squeeze against the glass. Even after arriving at the scene, it had taken the firefighters some time to find and enter the correct room she was in. Ironically, Mackenzie locking the door to the storage room for privacy had likely delayed her rescue (and by extension the length of time she was stuck on display nude) by the biggest amount of time. And so, for nearly 45 minutes, the poor redheaded freshman had been stuck on display for all to see. Eventually, though, firefighters had managed to pull her free of the bizarre confines of the shelves and the windows. Mackenzie had been briefly examined to make sure she had no serious injuries, and she was mercifully provided a blanket to wrap around herself before that.

Ben climbed into the driver's seat of his beat up car, closing the door behind him. Mackenzie squirmed in her seat, pulling the blanket tighter around her (the emergency responders had let her keep it, thankfully). Ben started the car without saying a word, and began heading back for the college's main campus. He was clearly unhappy with how things had gone that day.

"Um, Ben..." Mackenzie finally muttered after several minutes of prolonged silence.

"Mackenzie, what did I tell you before you started today's shift?" was all he said in response.

"I..." It took her a few moments to remember. "Um, that I wasn't supposed to duck out from my shift early..."

"Even if...?" he prompted.

"Even if I have to work the counter n-naked..." she said softly, blushing as she did so. "But Ben, I wasn't-"

"Save it, Mackenzie," he said, sounding more tired than angry. "You left the counter a full hour early today. Not to mention this... this... debacle you wound up in."

"But Ben! My clothes all got destroyed! I was literally naked behind the counter!"

"Yeah, and I saw you working despite that. I was honestly a little proud of you for that. But then, next thing I know, you're AWOL and no one knows where you ran off to! What happened?"

"I..." Mackenzie couldn't find the words to explain it. It had been as if the true humiliating magnitude of her situation had all come crashing down on her at once. She had simply been overwhelmed by the embarrassment and bolted. "I don't know..."

"Well, like I said. I'm okay with you being naked behind the counter some of the time. But at the end of the day, you have to do the job we're paying you for."

As they arrived back on campus, Mackenzie gave a sigh of resignation. She knew what was coming next.

"I'm sorry, I really am," Ben said, "but I have to let you go, Mackenzie."

She simply nodded. It still felt a bit bizarre that she wasn't being fired for repeatedly ending up exposed at work, but instead for ducking out early a few times.

"Do I at least get paid for the hours I worked for this week?" she asked as Ben parked the car outside the E'n'F café.

"Of course!" he replied. "The paychecks are ready biweekly on Fridays, so your pay for this week will be available for you to pick up two weeks from today."

"Wait," Mackenzie said as she got out of the car, "I have to wait TWO WEEKS?!"

"Yes indeedy," Ben replied, getting out as well. "Sorry about that, but it's how we operate."

Any plans about going shopping for more clothes that weekend would apparently have to wait. Which made the loss of Mackenzie's last few pieces of clothing that day all the more painful.

"Did you have anything you need to get from the café?" Ben asked. "A coat, or something that you left behind today?"

Mackenzie stood there in the campus parking lot. She shivered in the cold wintery air, barefoot on the blacktop, covered by nothing but her borrowed blanket. She shook her head.

"No..." she said softly before speaking up. "No, I don't have anything left in there."

In truth, the luckless girl didn't have anything left at all.

"Well, take care then," Ben said. He then turned and headed for the café, apparently with plenty of work still ahead of him that evening.

Mackenzie took a moment to stand there, trying to come to terms with the nightmarishly horrible day she'd just endured. It was a bit hard to wrap her head around the fact that she'd been stripped naked (again), trapped on display for a crowded downtown area, and fired all in the same day.

"Oh hey! It's the Shy Streaker!" a male voice called from nearby.

Mackenzie turned to see a group of three guys and a girl that had just exited the café. She shivered again, realizing that her embarrassing day wasn't quite over yet. At least this time she had the blanket, rather than just her hands, to cover herself. She turned to begin an all too familiar sprint back to the dorms, but immediately encountered resistance. She glanced down and saw that the corner of the blanket had apparently been caught in the car door when she closed it. The car door which was now locked.

"Oh shit you're right!" a different male voice called from the group as he quickly began pulling out his phone. The group was all approaching her now.

"Oh come ON!" Mackenzie hissed to herself as she tried and failed to pull the blanket free.

"Hey Streaker, can I have your autograph?" the girl called, teasingly, as they got even closer.

Resigned to her fate, Mackenzie slipped free of the blanket. Her hands immediately rose to their familiar positions over her crotch and breasts, doing what scant little they could to preserve some of her modesty. And then, with her small entourage cheering and recording her from behind, Mackenzie began running through the cold evening air, stark naked once again.