Mackenzie walks in on Natalie and a customer arguing.

Mackenzie entered the very first doorway on the left in the hallway. A gallery of a half dozen oglers sat in the lobby only a few feet away. They witnessed the whole broom closet fiasco from the same distance. The unstable box rocked with her hasty steps, pressing down on two very sensitive parts of her body.

As Mackenzie crossed the threshold, she made a noise somewhere between a quiet moan and a whimper at her current situation. She zipped her lip right after, walking directly into an ongoing conversation between two people.

Mackenzie awkwardly turned her body slightly, trying to see past the boxes herself without giving the talkative pair a glimpse past her two piece wall of modesty. Mackenzie turned her head to find a full body mirror, letting her spy on the two other women in the room. She hoped neither of them spotted her completely bare backside through it.

One of them Mackenzie recognized as Natalie, the employee who was doing laundry before. Just a few minutes ago, Natalie had received a better eyeful between Mackenzie’s legs than some gynecologists. She had shoulder-length blonde hair and a standard spa uniform on, complete with pants and a buttoned-to-the-top collared short-sleeve shirt.

The other woman was another story. She was older and had vibrant red hair. While technically decent, her robe was short and mostly pulled open, revealing an expanse of cleavage and long legs. The middle-aged knockout had a swagger about her, leaning back against the massage table with confidence as her and Natalie continued their mostly one-sided discussion.

“Come on, Nat. Don’t be a puritan. Sometimes you got to show off a little bit. That’s why I got this done.” said the woman, plumping up her dyed crimson hair. “And these...” she continued, plumping up her large breasts.

The woman was older, but she clearly worked a lot on her appearance and her toned body. With her red hair and exposed flesh, Mackenzie felt like the mirror she looked into also functioned as a time machine, looking at her future, albeit with a bit more fluffy pink fabric than she’s grown used to over the last couple days.

“I’m not a puritan! I just keep all nudity to the appropriate places, like the bathroom for instance.” replied Natalie.

“So, you’ve never been to a nude beach or gone skinny dipping?”

“Goodness no! I could never...” Natalie bashfully looked away, locking eyes with Mackenzie in the mirror. Both of their faces were almost as red as the third woman’s hair. They sheepishly mirrored each other by both looking down and away in embarrassment.

“How are you gonna find yourself a special someone out there if you don’t flaunt what you got?” asked the woman, who turned her eyes to the bare expanse of legs under the pair of boxes that just strolled into the room. She scanned down the pale skin before stopping at Mackenzie’s bare feet. She seemed to think for a few seconds before purring, “Well hello there Sexylegs, I’m Rebecca, Who’re you?”

“I’m M-Mackenzie,” Sexylegs replied, stumbling over her words as she was suddenly the center of attention again. “Hey Natalie where do you want th-”

Rebecca interrupted with “Natalie you got to take a page out of M-Mackenzie’s book. You could at least show off a liiiittle skin with your uniform. Shorts instead of pants. And a little cleavage never hurt anyone!” Rebecca emphasized her point by pushing together her bust and jiggling it toward the employee. Rebecca stood up and approached the newcomer to the room.

Mackenzie held onto the boxes for dear life, keeping them squarely between her and Rebecca. She had to turn herself a little, revealing much of her nude profile to Natalie who stood more toward the corner of the room near a desk with some paperwork.

Natalie had already seen Mackenzie’s full moon in the mirror, but her eyes still bugged out at the sight of the nude bombshell. Rebecca continued to grill Natalie’s prudishness as the blonde did her best to avert her gaze. She periodically snuck a few glances once Mackenzie’s attention was solely back on the mirror.

“Mack. Can I call you Mack? My friends call me Becca.” Rebecca almost whispered around the boxes, getting close in a friendly manner while casually placing her hand on the top of the stack, pulling down lightly. “So Mack, what’s your take? Do you think you should flaunt it if you got it? How do you get the attention of that special someone? Personally, I...” Rebecca continued to chatter, as if she loved hearing her own voice.

Mackenzie bit her lip hard to contain a moan. Rebecca was inadvertently squeezing the two boxes together, gently hydraulic pressing her trapped nipples. Distracted and with a warm feeling rapidly spreading inside her, Mackenzie struggled to make out what Rebecca was talking about.

Mackenzie’s thoughts lingered on the idea of showing skin to attract that special someone. Thoughts of how much she had shown Sam over the past 24 hours. Thoughts of how much she surely would show her in the future with how clothing-challenged Mackenzie often was. Sam pulling her by the hand through a grocery store. Embracing her naked in the back aisle of a library. Spreading herself before Sam in the middle of the street. Her thoughts turned naughtier as she was spurred on by the harder and harder pinching.

Then the downward pressure stopped. Her nipples were still trapped but Rebecca removed her hand. Mackenzie gasped and realized Rebecca had finally stopped talking. Both other women stared at her, one at her profile and the other at her bare legs under the boxes.

Still heavily breathing, Mackenzie coughed and braced herself, trying and failing to keep her voice sounding normal.

“Showing off a little skin is normal Natalie.” Mackenzie said. As she spoke, she tried jostling the boxes, hopping a bit to cause some movement. Continuing, she said, “Urgh, your partner will really appreciate it, too.” Mackenzie felt something shift, but the boxes still pinched away at her nubs. In fact, the feeling felt stronger. Unknown to Mackenzie, the bouncing misaligned her towel, the two cardboard boxes now directly contacting her bare nipples.

“Mmmm… Dressing like a nun isn’t good for anyone.” Mackenzie tried pushing the boxes further from her body, extracting her sore spots from their confines but they stayed firmly ensnared and just stretched with the attempt. Things were really getting to her now as Mackenzie cooed out the rest of her statement with little thought, “Rebecca’s right, it can be uhh... a little fun sometimes.”

A little fun?? What am I talking about, being naked isn’t fu- OH MY GOOOOD thought Mackenzie, her mind halted by the box pushing down again and again, harder than before but only for short times in quick succession. Mackenzie couldn’t help but let out a long quiet moan as she squeezed her eyes shut momentarily.

Rebecca laughed while patting the box a few times. “Thanks Mack. You’ve really proved my-” she began.

Natalie spoke up and interrupted with, “I am not a nun, I’ve worn revealing outfits before, and there’s a looong way between my perfectly normal uniform and what Mackenzie’s wearing.” She trailed off at the end, remembering that Samantha told her not to give Mackenzie any crap for her situation. “Now let’s get on with your massage. I know you got the VIP Treatment, so we shouldn’t just argue all day. I’m supposed to do anything you want so let’s get on with it.”

“Yeah yeah, you wore your cousin’s two piece Bikini last year, I remember you told me already. So brave. If you really want to impress me, you’ll be more like Mack here.” Rebecca said with a smirk as she checked out Mackenzie’s bare legs, before dropping her robe and giving a full frontal to both other women. She turned around and laid down on the cushioned table. Her face sat slotted into the hole that was standard for a massage table. “Make yourself more like her and then you can work on me. I’ll be waiting.”

Natalie’s mouth hung open, as she searched her paperwork for the exact wordage of the VIP Treatment. “It does say I’m supposed to cater to your every desire...” she mumbled, staring at Mackenzie’s naked profile. Natalie fumbled with her top button.

“Get on with it, I don’t have all day.” Rebecca demanded.

Natalie bashfully shrunk into the corner as she undid a few more buttons.

Mackenzie spoke up, begging for Natalie to tell her where she wanted the boxes. Next time I’m not asking anything, Mackenzie thought to herself, they’re getting the boxes placed in the doorway and they’re gonna like it.

Natalie had her shirt halfway removed when she looked up from Mackenzie’s bare buttcheek. “What?” she asked, distracted.

Mackenzie repeated herself, and Natalie just pointed in the corner. Mackenzie squatted down, painfully extricating her tender nips from the clutches of the dreaded box stack. Finally free, she turned to see an unexpected sight.