Mackenzie has some troubles with her towel.

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“Oooohhh come oooon!” groaned Mackenzie, on her knees with her face pressed against the wooden floor. She shivered as her nipples rubbed against the cold surface. She stretched her right arm under a spa bench, trying to unhook whatever edge was currently holding the naked redhead’s towel hostage.

She let out a worried hum as she felt along the stuck fabric. Just my luck, she thought, I’ve already ripped my towel enough times today, I won’t let you win, Mr. Bench!

Mackenzie softly laughed, thinking back to how she got here. She recalled the events of the past 28 or so hours.

It all came rushing back. The massages she received during her naked VIP treatment. The misplaced clothes that still hadn’t been found. Waiting in the lobby completely exposed for hours. Spending the night mostly undressed at Sam’s place. Running outside with no clothes on to get a pizza delivery. Waking up naked and forgetting to get dressed in time. Stocking the massage rooms full of towels while also ripping her own to shreds. Attending the morning meeting with just a laundry basket for cover. Baring herself all morning to several employees while working on the office computer. And now volunteering herself for this little adventure. I’ve barely had clothes for more than a few minutes since I showed up here yesterday morning. Even for me, this is bordering on ridiculous. I haven’t even begun my task yet! She thought as she strained to reach further under the bench.

Her blush deepens as she remembered the one thing that makes it all not so bad. If I didn’t go through all this I never would’ve met Sam. Thoughts of her very new girlfriend flooded her mind. At least she’ll be there to help me when things go like this. Mackenzie mused that her future was looking bright. With Sam by her side, she’ll be able to deal with any of her far-too-frequent public nudity incidents. Her heart fluttered. Look at me. We’ve only been together a few minutes and I’m already getting butterflies.

She finally felt the offending nail that held her towel in place. She tugged, rocking her whole body trying to get it free without causing any more damage to the flimsy tattered covering. She moved her knees apart to get a lower stance, carefully wobbling side to side while pulling at the snag. Her ass rippled with the movements, her breasts slid along the smooth floor, and her widespread legs opened her to the air of the hallway.

In reality, due to a huge multifaceted misunderstanding, Sam believed Mackenzie’s public nudity problems to be intentional, and agreed to help her WITH them. Sam played a large part in Mackenzie’s current debacle, and planned to help Mackenzie along by keeping the facade of believable isolation from clothes as long as her girlfriend wished.

Samantha was on hold, ready to cuss out whoever was on the other line over at Rosy Cheeks Beauty Products. They’re going to need to make up for this big time if they’re going to keep this spa as a client, thought Samantha. She tapped her foot as seconds turned to minutes.

She sat at her desk and thought of Mackenzie and what mischief her new girlfriend could be up to.

The spa manager imagined the redhead dropping her towel down a drain, a blushing face hiding the smile on her imagined naked girlfriend. The daydream continued with Mackenzie bashfully dropping off box after box in front of everyone in the spa, before ending in Samantha’s office. Imaginary Mack dropped her box and pounced over the desk into Sam’s lap before the fantasy was cut short as someone spoke up on the phone.

The spa manager’s flushed cheeks turned from pink to red as her lewd ideas changed to anger. Samantha turned on a dime straight into work mode. She voiced her concerns using all sorts of colorful language to the poor lowly phone worker on the other line.

“Okay, I’ll call you up when it’s time. There’s magazines in the corner, and if you’d like to try out any of our assorted homemade lotions, there’s free samples over on that table.” Kelsey said, gesturing toward one side of the lobby and standing up from her desk. “I’ll be back in a couple minutes.” She exited the lobby, rounding the corner towards the hallway where she saw Mackenzie head moments ago. She saw the tail end of Natalie exiting through a door at the end of the hallway, a stack of towels in hand. She also saw another tail end prominently jutting out from the side of a bench up ahead.

Kelsey walked with purpose, determined to get back to the front desk, get all the new clientele settled, and finally get back to her important phone call. I need to hear about all the naughty antics at Jimmy’s house party, thought Kelsey, but first… she approached what looked to be the sight of more naughty antics.

As the receptionist approached, her eyes were glued to Mackenzie’s backside as it undulated with each attempt to shake her towel free. The naked redhead’s arm was stuck under the tight confines of a bench and her face was planted against the floor. Every part of her body below her trapped arm stuck out from behind the bench. Mackenzie didn’t realize the show she provided for the entire hallway.

Mackenzie could hear the sound of a pair of flip flops approaching. Panicking, she redoubled her efforts, causing all of her fleshy bits to jiggle with more vigor. Just about free… she thought, refusing to rip her towel again.

Kelsey stifled a giggle and snuck around the bench, expecting to find a partner misbehaving with the half a person she’s been mesmerized by, only to find Mackenzie reaching under the bench.

“Aha!” Mackenzie exclaimed, sliding her arm out from under the bench, her towel free. She scrambled behind the bench, hiding from the flip-flop-clad audience before they saw her. Mackenzie internally celebrated getting cover before being spotted. Finally something goes my way. The score’s Mackenzie: 1, Mr. Bench: 0 she thought, looking down at the bench before assessing her surroundings.

She looked up to see the smiling Kelsey already standing right next to her on the same side of the bench.

Mackenzie leapt out of her skin and onto her feet, covering with her hands. Her towel sat hanging from the arm hastily wrapped around her chest.

Two points poked into the back of her arm, giving Mackenzie a tingly feeling. Her nipples were hard before due to the chilly air conditioning, but some combination of the stimulation of the cold floor, and thoughts of her new girlfriend, brought them both to full attention. Mackenzie had another idea entirely. For a moment, she questioned whether she actually enjoyed all of this on some level. She pushed this from her mind as Kelsey took action.

“I’ve only got a couple minutes so let’s go!” Kelsey said, grabbing Mackenzie’s hand, pulling it away from her lower half and briskly walking her down the hallway.

Mackenzie struggled to contain her boobs in one arm as she was dragged along. She meekly begged the receptionist to stop and let her get her towel in place, but Kelsey just chattered about the midday rush and Jimmy’s house party.

The pair barged through the back left door of the hallway into a dark storage room.