Things get a bit heated, and misunderstandings deepen

"Got the massage rooms stocked with towels," Mackenzie said as Samantha looked up at her.

The sandy haired woman did a literal double-take when she saw the redhead's semi-indecent state of dress. Mackenzie couldn't help but feel a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she saw Samantha's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"Uh, that's..." she trailed off, clearly lost for words. "I mean, that's great, Mack. What, uh, happened to the towel?"

"Oh yeah," Mack said, glancing down at her ridiculously skimpy attire. "I had some... issues with the railing and it got a little ripped."

"Looks to me like it got a lot ripped," Sam said, standing up and slowly making her way over.

"Okay, a lot ripped," Mack admitted with a blush, trying to remain still enough that her pussy was hidden by her scrap of a towel.

"You know," Sam purred, "you could have just put another towel on. You were literally surrounded by clean towels in the basement, weren't you?"

Mack mentally kicked herself for not doing so earlier. At the time, she'd felt like braving the scenario until she was done was the best choice, but it felt like a stupid decision in retrospect. She now felt Sam's full attention on her.

"I..." she trailed off, looking away. "I wanted to come let you know I finished up first."

"Oh? Is that why?" Sam asked, gently lifting the dangling part of Mack's towel.

This let Sam get an unobstructed view of Mack's pussy. The ashamed redhead didn't move to stop her, but she did feel heat rising even further in her face.

"Y-yep!" she nervously replied, steeling herself just enough to look back at Sam again. "And to check if, um, anyone had any spare clothes? You did ask during the staff meeting, right? Did anyone have anything they could lend me?"

Sam locked eyes with her. Mack could feel her heart pounding in her chest by that point, desperately wishing that Sam was able to find her something, anything, decent to wear! But Sam didn't immediately respond. And, as the seconds of silence dragged out, Mack started dreading the answer she was sure she was about to hear from Sam's lips.

"Nope," the sandy haired woman said.

She accompanied this answer with the tiniest of tugs on her girlfriend's towel. Barely even a flick of the wrist. Immediately, Mack's towel unfurled completely, leaving her naked yet again. It was only her and Sam in the small office, but Mack still couldn't help but gasp as she was once again rendered nude against her will.

And, even worse, it was now seeming like a towel was truly going to be all she had to wear for most of the day. After all, Mack assumed Sam's "nope" had been in response to her final question and she took it as confirmation that none of the spa employees would be able to lend her any clothing.

"Oops~" Sam practically purred, making her intentions quite clear.

Mack was a bit surprised that Sam had just openly tugged off her only form of cover like that, meager as it was. But based on her followup comment, she'd clearly done it on purpose. Mack's heart began pounding even harder as her new girlfriend moved in to kiss her. The nervous embarrassment about being stuck in a towel (or even less) all day faded away slightly, as she closed her eyes and felt her lips press up against Sam's.

After concluding the morning meeting, Samantha dismissed her employees and headed back to her office. She still had a lot to do, but she was beginning to feel a glimmer of hope that they might make it through the day without any major disasters. As she sat down to finish writing out everything that needed to be handled that day, she heard her office door open.

"Got the massage rooms stocked with towels," a familiar voice said.

Sam couldn't help but smile as she recognized Mack's voice. She glanced up, and was more than a little surprised to see she was practically naked again! It looked like the towel she'd been wearing had been reduced to two scraps: one horizontal across her chest, and one vertically dangling just low enough to cover her pussy. The rest of her stomach, hips, and legs were all fully bared.

"Uh, that's..." Sam trailed off, noticing her girlfriend's sheepish expression. "I mean, that's great, Mack. What, uh, happened to the towel?"

"Oh yeah. I had some... issues with the railing and it got a little ripped," Mack said, clearly coming up with a convenient lie.

"Looks to me like it got a lot ripped," she replied.

"Okay, a lot ripped," Mack admitted with a blush.

Sam couldn't help but be impressed by Mack's boldness. And, she noted as she stared the woman's mostly-bare body up and down, at her talent for ripping fabric. She'd clearly done so on purpose, of course, but still! How had she managed to rip the towel in such a specific way as to leave practically nothing left, but still just enough to wear?

As Sam stood up and began slowly sauntering over to Mack, she was dimly aware that she was getting distracted again. But she found she didn't really care. It was hard to resist when such a cutie wanted to play like this. And it was quite clear that play was exactly what Mack had in mind. Even running around in just a towel wasn't daring enough for her, it seemed. Well, Sam figured she could indulge her with a bit of teasing, if only for a bit.

"You know," she purred, "you could have just put another towel on. You were literally surrounded by clean towels in the basement, weren't you?"

"I..." Mack looked away. "I wanted to come let you know I finished up first."

"Oh? Is that why?" Sam asked, playing along with the obvious lie.

She gently lifted the dangling part of Mack's towel, taking another long look at the neatly trimmed bush and pink womanhood that her new girlfriend seemed to determined to show off.

"Y-yep!" the redhead chirped. "And to check if, um, anyone had any spare clothes? You did ask during the staff meeting, right? Did anyone have anything they could lend me?"

Sam glanced back up at Mack's face. Was that what she'd asked for earlier? She honestly hadn't even heard her. There had just been too much on her mind! Either way, Sam was glad that she'd made sure none of her employees would offer Mack any clothing. She hesitated on how to respond for a moment, before finally deciding on the option she hoped would excite Mack the most.

"Nope," the sandy haired woman said, answering at least one of Mack's questions honestly.

As she said it, Sam gazed into Mack's eyes and tugged the towel in her fingers ever so slightly. It immediately came undone, baring Mack's beautiful chest for her view once again. Sam had the briefest moment of surprise, since she'd barely even moved the white fabric. She had only been trying to tease her girlfriend slightly, but the towel had come undone practically on its own! But a moment later, understanding dawned on her. Mack must have moved to dislodge the towel just as she'd been tugging on it. Damn, the redhead really was good at making all this seem accidental!

Sam was a bit surprised that Mack had just shrugged off her only form of cover like that, meager as it was. But based on her heavy breathing and flushed face, she'd clearly done it on purpose. Sam figured she might as well indulge, just a little bit more, and play along.

"Oops~" she seductively whispered.

From there, she leaned in to kiss Mack. Their lips met, and all of her worries about the stressful day ahead began to melt away. Sam wasn't usually the kind of woman to partake in make-out sessions at work. But something about this new girlfriend of hers was just making it impossible to say no.

As her hand slid around the smooth skin of Mack's back and found her curvy rear, Sam thought that she was really coming around on this kink of Mack's. Initially, she'd felt neutral but fine with helping Mack find ways to be plausibly "stuck" without much (or nothing at all) to wear. But now, well... Sam had to admit it was pretty hot to see Mack put on her embarrassed display about her nudity.

But, before the two women could get any further in their enjoyment of each other, a knock came from Sam's office door. They broke off the kiss immediately, and took a step apart, both feeling like they'd been caught in the act. Which, admittedly, they kind of had been.

"Come in!" Samantha called out, back to using her "boss voice" again.

Now, Samantha hadn't specifically intended to call the mystery visitor in while Mackenzie was still fully naked. She'd honestly just been responding out of reflex. But as the door opened and she realized what she'd subjected her girlfriend too, Samantha decided to keep rolling with the oblivious angle. She saw, from the corner of her eye, as Mackenzie had a two second long freakout, before finally settling on just covering herself with her hands.

"Hi Samantha," Kelsey, the receptionist, said as she entered the office. "And, uh, hi again Mackenzie."

Samantha was a bit surprised how little Kelsey reacted to Mackenzie's full nudity. In truth, she had no idea that Mackenzie had actually been naked when she'd introduced her at the meeting earlier. Instead, Samantha attributed it to her employee's doing a wonderful job not to make Mackenzie feel bad about her "plight."

"H-hi!" the redhead blurted out from beside her, doing a terrific job of sounding absolutely humiliated.

"I, uh, thought of another thing Mackenzie could do to help today," Kelsey said. "If you want to hear it?"

"Sure, whatcha got?" Samantha asked, strolling back over to her desk, taking Mackenzie's scrap of a towel with her.

She heard Mackenzie begin to say something, probably beginning to ask for the towel back, but Samantha acted like she didn't notice. She figured Mackenzie would assume her mind had already shifted back to work mode, and she wouldn't interrupt. And... she was right! The redhead's words died on her lips, and she simply stood there in nude silence, likely just waiting until Kelsey left.

"I'm all ears," Samantha said to Kelsey as she sat back down at her desk.