They open the door of the junk-filled storage room.

In the dark musty storage room, Mackenzie’s body was finally out of sight for a few moments. This reprieve was short lived as Kelsey flipped a switch and the overhead light flickered to life.

The receptionist locked eyes with the naked redhead, then glanced down at Mackenzie’s body covered by one arm. Her thin towel was wadded up in the hand of the arm squashed up against her boobs. Kelsey tugged her other hand towards a roll up door, turning and moving toward the back of the room. Objects, tools, and boxes strewn about, the duo dodged their way through the small maze, needing to step over obstacles a couple times.

Arriving at the door, Mackenzie’s hand was freed. She felt the stale air on her slightly damp hand. Mackenzie again denied her arousal at such events. As she shook this idea from her mind, she unwadded her towel and flipped it around, struggling to wrap it around her body.

Kelsey’s hand was also damp. She looked from her hand to Mackenzie’s hardened nipples, thinking back to the redhead’s lewd display in the hallway. She began to put two and two together: that Mackenzie was naked on purpose to get her rocks off! She opened her mouth to speak, but just made a mental note to investigate this later. Her hurry ultimately won out over her curiosity.

Kelsey wiped her hand on her pants before releasing a catch on the side of the door. She walked to the center and squatted down. She struggled for a few seconds before grunting and asking for help. Mackenzie, trying and failing to get her towel in place, gave a nervous hum and neared the door, placing her flimsy towel on a box as she squatted in concert with the clothed Kelsey.

With a series of loud echoing clatters, the two inversely dressed women were revealed to the world. The bright sun shone in the eyes of Mackenzie. She blocked the light with a hand and looked around.

The door opened to a quiet back parking lot with a few parked cars. About 50 feet from the door sat a 5 foot tall crate. Flanking on its right, more of the spa exterior shot out before curving around the lot. Beyond the crate, a few small bushes followed by a busy road could be seen with cars driving by. Flanking on the crate’s left, a large semi-truck was parked just a few feet away from the door, facing towards the spa. The trailer stretched behind it, just adjacent to the crate.

It took a few seconds for the scene to settle into Mackenzie’s mind. “Eep!” she chirped as her hands darted to covering positions. She ducked behind Kelsey, who started to explain what’s going on.

“There’s tools over there for opening the crate.” said Kelsey, standing Mackenzie up and grabbing the naked woman by the shoulders, turning her to face the pile of various tools in the mess of a storage room. She released her grip and pulled out her phone. The receptionist explained that each massage room needs at least two boxes, but there should be a few extras so Mackenzie is supposed to ask any of the masseuses she sees if they’re getting low. Kelsey seemed to be reading this off of her phone, looking down at the screen. She paced a bit as she spoke, Mackenzie uncomfortably following to keep Kelsey between her and the dirty windshield of the truck.

“I’ve gotta go. Have fun, sweet cheeks.” said Kelsey, putting emphasis on fun. She made her way through the junk-filled storage room. Just before leaving, she looked over her shoulder at Mackenzie’s bare behind before exiting through the hallway door.

Mackenzie tried to make out if someone was in the truck through the grimy windshield as she whimpered and thought about what to do next.