Towel Stocking Duty

"Here's where the magic happens," Samantha said drily as she gestured to the large industrial washer and dryer in the spa's basement. "

It was a small, dimly lit room, with a few shelves of cleaning supplies and an old sink in the corner. The only furniture down there was a card table and a few folding chairs scattered around it. Beside it were the two industrial sized cleaning machines. The washing machine was full of soggy, waterlogged robes, and the dryer was completely empty. Beside it were several large bins full of unfolded white towels.

"So the repairman said the earliest he could get here would be 1 o'clock," Samantha wearily sighed. "Until then, we have to make do with just towels for the customers. We'll undoubtedly be getting plenty of complaints from them today, but if we can actually make it til 6 o'clock with only complaints, I'll call this day salvaged."

Mackenzie hadn't known Samantha for very long, but she already knew her well enough to know she didn't usually get this stressed. It really underscored for the redhead just how hard the day ahead was going to be for her potential girlfriend. And that, in turn, made her all the more determined to do whatever she could to help her.

"Right. How can I help?" she asked.

"I'm putting you on towel stocking duty," Samantha replied.

Her tone was polite and business-like. She was fully in Boss Mode at the moment, Mackenzie realized. And the towel-clad woman had no intention of snapping her out of it.

"Start folding these clean towels," Samantha said, picking one up and laying it flat on the table and folding it up in demonstration. "First in thirds long-way, then in half, and in half again. Got it?"

"Uh, yep! Got it," Mackenzie said, trying to keep up with Samantha's rapid pace.

"Okay, then take them upstairs and put 5 in each of the rooms to start," she continued, gesturing towards a nearby laundry basket. "We've got 10 rooms, so it'll take you at least 5 or 6 trips to get them all distributed."

"You can count on me," Mackenzie smiled, immediately diving in to get started folding the towels.

"Great. I've gotta go get our morning staff meeting going before the customers start arriving. Oh, I'll let everyone know that you'll be helping out today. Then, I'll come check on you after that!"

And with that, Samantha turned and hustled back up the stairs. Mackenzie watched her depart for a few moments before an idea struck her. She ran over to the foot of the stairs and called out just as Sam stepped onto the first floor.

"Oh! Sam! Can you ask if any of the employees have some spare clothes they wouldn't mind lending me?"

"Uh huh!" Samantha called back.

Mackenzie let out a small sigh of relief as she returned to folding towels. With any luck, she might soon be wearing more than just a measly towel for her impromptu day working at the spa!

"You can count on me," Mackenzie said with a smile.

"Great," Samantha replied.

She mentally checked Get Mackenzie Started on Towel Duty off the checklist in her mind and began focusing on her next task: Prepare Brief Agenda for Morning Staff Meeting.

"I've gotta go get our morning staff meeting going before the customers start arriving."

She was already thinking about how to best explain the broken dryer to everyone, and the extra difficulties they were surely in for that day. Her eyes settled on Mackenzie's curvy body as she ran through what else to address with her employees. Samantha blinked and suddenly realized that Mackenzie was still barely decent, wearing only the small towel, and was about to be running around in front of everyone dressed like that. She'd have to give them a heads up about Mackenzie's rather... clothing-averse nature.

"Oh, I'll let everyone know that you'll be helping out today. Then, I'll come check on you after that!"

Samantha tore her eyes off her gorgeous maybe-girlfriend, and began heading back upstairs. She was once again completely lost in thought, preoccupied with the day ahead of her. A moment later, she thought she heard Mackenzie call after her. Something about talking to the employees.

"Uh huh!" she called back, fully on autopilot and not even really hearing her.

A minute later, Samantha had successfully gathered her 11 employees into the lobby, where she typically had their brief staff meeting.

"Alright everyone, listen up," she declared loudly in her best Boss Voice. "Today's gonna be a real shitshow, but if we all do our best we should be able to get through it with everyone alive. ...Including the customers."

The last line drew a few chuckles from the masseuses. From there, Samantha continued informing everyone about the broken dryer, Megan's departure, and a few other necessary updates. Finally, she came around to the issue of their new temporary helper.

"Also, a few of you have already met her, but we've got an extra hand to make things at least a bit easier today. Her name's Mackenzie and those of you who worked yesterday might, uh... recognize her."

There were a few confused glances and murmurs at this last sentence, and Samantha wasn't exactly sure how to describe what had happened to the employees who hadn't seen Mackenzie in all her naked glory the day prior.

"She was the naked redhead who was sitting in our lobby all yesterday afternoon," Mark clarified for the group.

"Yes, uh, that was mostly Megan's doing," Samantha said. "And is largely why she is no longer employed here! But anyway, Mackenzie's going to be helping out today and I would really appreciate it if everyone was tolerant of her, um, minimal wardrobe."

"Does she, uh, need some extra clothes or anything? When I bumped into her earlier she was only wearing a towel..." Kelsey asked. "I've got a spare hoodie in my locker she could use!"

Samantha hesitated for a moment, trying to think of the best way to make sure Mackenzie had some plausible deniability in her lack of proper clothing. If one of her employees offered the redhead some spare clothes, Mackenzie would likely feel like she had no logical reason to turn them down. And then she'd be fully clothed for the day. Samantha couldn't have that. After all, Mackenzie wanted to be "stuck" with nothing to wear. That's how her new girlfriend (?) liked to play it.

"That's nice of you to offer Kelsey," Samantha said, thinking up a quick lie, "but she's got a very sensitive skin condition. Luckily, the towels and robes don't set it off, but most normal clothing does. And she hasn't been able to get any of her own specially made clothing from home yet."

"So!" Samantha loudly punctuated, making sure she had everyone's attention for her next direction. "She would really appreciate it if you didn't make a big deal about her... lack of proper attire. And she would really really appreciate it if you refrained from offering her any kind of clothes. She can't wear them anyway and it only makes her feel that much worse that she's currently running around in just a towel..."

A round of sympathetic murmurs and nods rippled through the assembled employees.

"Poor thing," Kelsey solemnly said. "And even so, she's still willing to help out in the spa today?"

"She's a trooper," Samantha nodded before laying down the law a bit. "Which is why I will not tolerate any disrespect towards her today, no matter what she's wearing. And that includes offering her clothes. Is that understood?"

"You've got it boss," Mark chimed in, with the rest of the employees nodding along emphatically.

"Good," Samantha said, before noticing out of the corner of her that Mackenzie was emerging from the basement carrying a basket full of towels. "Oh, perfect timing! Mackenzie can you come over here for a sec? I just want to introduce you to everyone really quick."

Mackenzie eventually made her way over to the staff meeting. Unsurprisingly, most of the employees looked shocked and surprised to see her in her barely decent form. But Samantha was proud to see that no one said anything.

"Everyone, this is Mackenzie. Like I said, she's doing us all a HUGE favor by helping out today. Once things get hectic (and they will get hectic today) feel free to ask her for any gofer type tasks. Especially if you need to give or get anything from me. I've got a few ideas for ways she can help, but if any of you think of other ways she can help out with the workload today, let me know. Just be sure to come to me with them first, and if they make sense then I'll get Mackenzie set up to carry them out. Thanks, Mackenzie, you can get back to stocking the towels now."

Samantha cast a quick smile over to her temporary employee, who was clutching onto the laundry basket for dear life it seemed. She definitely seemed more nervous than before, so this crowd of a dozen people was likely just a touch too big for her preferences. Samantha mentally jotted that down, hoping to eventually find the perfectly sized crowd that Mackenzie liked being exposed around.

"N-nice to meet you all!" Mackenzie nervously said, before scuttling off to finish towel duty.

The huddled group of employees all watched her go with enraptured attention, which Samantha figured was justified. She, too, had a hard time tearing her eyes away from Mackenzie's gorgeous form.

"Alright, so there's just a few other issues I want to tackle before we get underway," Samantha said, as she continued the staff meeting.

Mackenzie finished stacking the folded up towels into the laundry basket. It seemed to fit ten towels fairly nicely, without being too overfilled. The towel-clad beauty hefted the basket up, ready to go stock the first two rooms on her agenda. She had to somewhat carefully navigate the stairs back up to the ground floor. The basket of towels wasn't overly heavy, but it was a bit cumbersome, and it resulted in the redhead bumping into the wooden railing a few times on her way up the narrow stairwell.

Unfortunately for her, Mackenzie's towel got snagged on the railing when she was nearly at the top of the stairs.

"What the-" the buxom beauty uttered in surprise as the towel was yanked off her body. "Noo!!"

Mackenzie immediately whirled back around, eager to reclaim her lost modesty. Or, at least, she tried to. But the stairwell was just too narrow for her to do so while she was also holding the laundry basket. She briefly bumped the basket into the wall before trying to set it down on the stairs. But there simply wasn't enough room to let it rest on any single step. If Mackenzie let go of it, the laundry basket would immediately begin falling back down the stairs.

The naked beauty let out a frustrated whine, unsure how to free her towel when both her hands were otherwise occupied. She supposed her next best option was to simply get up to the ground floor, set down the laden laundry basket, and to come back to free her towel. The nude woman ascended the last few steps ahead of her and set the laundry basket down on the floor. She was about to go turn around and go back for the towel when a voice caught her attention.

"Oh, perfect timing! Mackenzie, can you come over here for a sec? I just want to introduce you to everyone really quick," Samantha's voice called.

Mackenzie's heart instantly filled with dread. Did Sam really want her to come introduce herself now?! She didn't even have the towel to wear anymore! But the whole point of helping out that day was to make things easier for Samantha, after all... The naked woman cast one more forlorn look down at the snagged towel, a mere ten feet away, and then she picked up the laundry basket and reluctantly began shuffling over towards the small group of gathered employees.

Her mortification was doubled when she saw nearly a dozen pairs of eyebrows shoot up, almost in unison. Mackenzie instinctively raised the basket a bit higher, trying to shield her sizable breasts. But this only left her pussy, complete with neatly trimmed red landing strip, in plain view for everyone to see. The laundry basket, even stacked with towels, wasn't big enough to shield both at once. Mackenzie changed tactics, attempting an awkward half-crouch to try and keep all her goods out of sight.

"Everyone, this is Mackenzie," said Samantha. "Like I said, she's doing us all a HUGE favor by helping out today..."

Her new girlfriend (?) continued her speech from there, but Mackenzie had a hard time focusing on it. All her mind could think about was the fact that she was completely naked in front of nearly a dozen strangers. And her only current form of cover, the laundry basket, couldn't even properly hide her most essential bits! She was **** to just stand there, blushing furiously, as Samantha continued on for several painfully long more moments.

"Thanks, Mackenzie, you can get back to stocking the towels now," Samantha finally said.

"N-nice to meet you all!" Mackenzie managed to squeak out.

From there, the naked redhead turned around and high-tailed it away from the small crowd. Mackenzie could practically feel everyone's eyes as they slid down to gawk at her curvy ass, but there wasn't much she could do about it! The flustered woman instead opted for speed, getting into one of the rooms as quickly as she could and closing the door behind her.

Before doing anything else, Mackenzie took a few moments to try to calm down in the privacy of the massage room. She could still feel her heart pounding in her chest and the heat in her still flushed cheeks. She knew the towel was far from a dependable outfit, but she hadn't expected to lose it immediately! Mackenzie really hoped that one of the masseuses would have some spare clothes she could use. She was glad that Samantha was specifically going to ask them all about that, at least. Because, based on how the first few minutes of her day had gone, she was beginning to doubt she could make it through the whole day in just the towel...