Sam hesitates but comes to Mackenzie's rescue. The dynamic duo finally leave the storage room.

Mackenzie shrieked and contorted her exposed form, trying to escape the gaze of this strange man drinking in every ounce of her exposure. She twisted and squirmed, but the towel binding her hands above her head didn’t let her cover nor let her run, no matter how much she wanted it to.

He stuck his head out of the truck window and said, “Wyehll, I heard ya had a good view round these parts, but I didn’t know it was in yer back parking lot!”

Samantha was standing off to the side, but reacted quickly, stepping toward the man and giving him an earful. The spa manager’s swear word vocabulary was stretched to the limit as she reprimanded Mackenzie’s one-man audience.

The man kept his eyes on her body, which Mackenzie couldn’t cover in the slightest with her hands above her forehead and elbows straight forward at best. She found the best position to be turned around looking over her shoulder, showing off her ass to the man.

Samantha ended her scolding with “...drive on out of here, and I better not hear a whiff of this from anyone at your company or you lose us as a client, I swear it.” She compounded her tirade with a commanding step on the asphalt, standing in front of Mackenzie with her arms crossed.

With a stern Samantha standing in the way, Mackenzie turned back around and shrunk down, hiding behind her. Emotions overcame her and she barely held back tears at Sam being so protective of her. Mackenzie had a few moments to herself just staring at Samantha’s back while the man slowly backed his truck out of the alcove.

Sam is so helpful, I couldn’t do this without her. Imagine if she wasn’t here to shoo the man away. Mackenzie shuddered at the thought of being stuck out here all day with no escape at any random pedestrian’s mercy.

Once the truck was completely out of sight, Samantha turned around, glancing Mackenzie in the eyes but looking away. She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Mackenzie for a big hug, whose arms uncomfortably straddled Samantha’s head.

Samantha whispered, “I’m so sorry that...” Her voice tapered off. Mackenzie wondered what Samantha could possibly be sorry about. She just rescued her, and now she’s apologizing? Mackenzie felt butterflies as her fully clothed girlfriend gave her a great big bear hug. Finally, I’ve got a partner in all this, thought Mackenzie. She’ll be around to save me from any of my embarrassing little episodes.

Samantha’s breathy whisper continued in Mackenzie’s ear. “Did you want me to-” Mackenzie could tell that Samantha was upset about something, so she interrupted her.

“You don’t have to be sorry. You help me so much with all this. With my luck I’d be stuck here all day if I didn’t have you.” whispered Mackenzie into the ear of Samantha. Without her arms to emote or embrace Samantha, she wrapped one leg around the fully clothed sandy-blonde.

The atmosphere of the room changed when Mackenzie wrapped her leg. Samantha followed the flow of the moment, pulling back from the hug before leaning into a big impassioned kiss.

Time froze for the couple. With Mackenzie’s hands entangled above Samantha’s head, their lips opened and their tongues attempted a similar entanglement.

Samantha leaned down into Mackenzie, holding up her back as Mackenzie’s bare feet slid between Samantha’s legs. Mackenzie hung by her hands with her arms at full length on either side of Samantha’s head. Samantha squatted, holding half of Mackenzie’s weight as she bent at the waist and continued smooching the naked redhead.

A particularly loud car drove by, making both women jump.

“Oh, right, let’s get you down.” said Samantha, standing Mackenzie up, stepping back, and ending their intimate moment.

Mackenzie actually felt disappointed. If only we could have some privacy… she thought.

Mackenzie affirmed with “Mhmmm.”

Samantha rubbed her chin, looking up at the snagged towel. She tested her reach, still well over a foot away from reaching the door without jumping. “Where are all the tall people when you need them?” asked Samantha.

“Hopefully very far away!” Mackenzie quickly replied, squirming to hide from the hypothetical squad of giants, that admittedly could easily unhook her towel.

The girls shared a laugh.

Samantha snapped and smiled. Mackenzie thought she sort of looked like a stereotypical detective having an epiphany. An imaginary light bulb lit up above her savior’s sandy-blonde head.

Samantha walked to the side of the door and reached up for something near the top of the wall. She stood just inside the door. “Step out of the way,” Samantha said.

Mackenzie put two and two together on what Sam was about to do. She needed to get out of the way so Samantha could lower the door to a reachable level. She focused solely on the first two words of Samantha’s command. “Step out.” Just wanting to get this over with and finally attain freedom, she didn’t even consider moving inside.

With trepidation, she shuffled her bare feet from cold indoor cement to warm outdoor asphalt. Holding her arms backward over a shoulder, she kept her gaze on the road only a few dozen feet away.

Samantha stepped outside as well, flicking her hand on the catch. The door clattered to the ground. Mackenzie spun around as her hands were pulled from head height down below her belly button. Both women stood outside the closed door, with Mackenzie tied to the outside of it. Wait she just let the door close, thought the very embarrassed, very bound, and very publicly indecent redhead.

Mackenzie shrieked and contorted her body, unable to hide anything

Samantha instinctually let go of the rope and took one step back holding her hands up as if that would absolve her of all guilt involving this naughty display on her premises.

He removed his sunglasses and dropped a toothpick from his mouth. That toothpick wasn’t in his mouth when he entered, and Samantha pictured him finding it on his truck floorboard moments before. This lecherous degenerate was ogling her girlfriend, and Samantha started to feel her blood boil.

He stuck his head out of the truck window and said, “Wyehll, I heard ya had a good view round these parts, but I didn’t know it was in yer back parking lot!”

Samantha immediately regretted leaving Mackenzie hanging out to dry in front of this pig. To make up for it, she reacted quickly, stepping toward the man and giving him an earful. Samantha’s swear word vocabulary was stretched to the limit as she reprimanded Mackenzie’s one-man audience.

Samantha saw red. This pig heckler of a trucker man didn’t know what hit him as the once polite spa manager got her verbal claws out.

Samantha ended her scolding with “...drive on out of here, and I better not hear a whiff of this from anyone at your company or you lose us as a client, I swear it.” She compounded her tirade with a commanding step on the asphalt, standing in front of Mackenzie with her arms crossed.

That was cathartic. Samantha savored every moment of the man backing out of the alcove with his tail between his legs. With such a stressful day only halfway done, Samantha needed a vent, and vent she did. She just spent the better part of an hour dealing with this guy, and he dared heckle her girlfriend the moment he saw her? Samantha noted that, yeah, she’s doing her best sexy naked prisoner impression, but this dude still rubbed her the wrong way.

Once the truck was completely out of sight, Samantha turned around, glancing Mackenzie in the eyes before looking away. She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Mack for a big hug, who’s arms uncomfortably straddled Samantha’s head.

Samantha whispered, “I’m so sorry that...” Her voice tapered off as she wasn’t exactly sure why she was sorry. Was she sorry that she tried to pass all the blame onto Mackenzie? Or was she sorry that she drove the man away before getting a signal from Mackenzie to shoo him away? Did she want to be ogled up close like that, or did she prefer the quick flashes like in front of the tour bus earlier?

Samantha had a million questions, but failed to ask any since their role-play involved a level of fake realism. They both knew it, that they both would arrange scenarios in which Mackenzie could believably “accidentally” be naked in public. But Samantha was supposed to act like she was just an ordinary helper, rescuing Mackenzie the naked damsel from any and all peril. This made it hard for Samantha to solve the puzzle that is her sexy exhibitionist girlfriend, at least while they were playing.

Samantha continued whispering into Mackenzie’s ear. “Did you want me to-” She was going to cut through the fourth wall of their game and lay down some signals and ground rules, but Mackenzie interrupted her.

“You don’t have to be sorry. You help me so much with all this. With my luck I’d be stuck here all day if I didn’t have you.” whispered Mackenzie into the ear of Samantha. Without her arms to emote or embrace Samantha, she wrapped one leg around the fully clothed sandy-blonde.

Samantha made a mental note to figure out if Mack really did want her to be left tied up in front of the man, but before considering it, another part of her brain took over.

The atmosphere of the room changed when Mackenzie wrapped her leg. Samantha followed the flow of the moment, pulling back from the hug before leaning into a big impassioned kiss.

Time froze for the couple. With Mackenzie’s hands entangled above Samantha’s head, their lips opened and their tongues attempted a similar entanglement.

Samantha leaned down into Mackenzie, holding up her back as Mackenzie’s bare feet slid between Samantha’s legs. Mackenzie hung by her hands with her arms at full length on either side of Samantha’s head. Samantha squatted, holding half of Mackenzie’s weight as she bent at the waist and continued smooching the naked redhead.

A particularly loud car drove by, making both women jump.

“Oh, right, let’s get you down.” said Samantha, standing Mack up, stepping back, and ending their intimate moment.

Samantha turned slightly away and let out a low groan, wishing they could finally have some privacy.

Mackenzie affirmed with “Mhmmm.”

Samantha rubbed her chin, looking up at the snagged string. She tested her reach, still well over a foot away from reaching the door without jumping. “Where are all the tall people when you need them?” asked Samantha.

“Hopefully very far away!” Mackenzie quickly replied, squirming in place as if a pro basketball team might be peeking over the top of the spa on either side of the alcove.

The girls shared a laugh.

Samantha snapped and smiled. I can’t believe I forgot about this, Samantha thought, feeling rather dumb but forgave herself since she was understandably distracted.

Samantha walked to the side of the door, reaching up for the clasp holding it in place. “Step out of the way,” she said, standing just inside the door.

Mackenzie’s face turned pale as she looked forward, seemingly debating going inside or outside.

Mackenzie took a step forward, and Samantha couldn’t believe it. I was just gonna lower the door a bit so we could untie her, but I guess she’s not quite done playing! thought Samantha, before following her by stepping outside as well and flicking the catch open.

The door clattered to the ground, spinning Mackenzie around and pulling her hands from head height down below her belly button. Both women stood outside the closed door, with Mackenzie tied to the outside of it.