An exposing search

The hallways of the Belleza Revelada Resort were ornate and grandiose. From the marble floors to its tropical plants, the entire space radiated with a quiet elegance. Quiet except for the pitter patter of bare feet slapping against the marble floor. Mackenzie Fairbairn darted down the hallway wearing nothing but a pair of pillows and a smile. It had been a few minutes since she ventured out of her room to find some towels. So far, her search had been strategic. She had avoided the large sitting rooms and lobby for the long hallways of the wing. It was a smart move since this was the most likely place to find a maid. There was only one problem.

"Where the hell are all the maids!" The Redhead squealed, biting her lip. Every hallway she had explored was void was any staff members. The only people she'd seen where a few guests walking the halls that she'd managed to give a wide birth. At one point she thought she saw a maid’s cart abandoned in the distance but after sprinting over it turned out to just a housekeeping trolley filled with cleaning supplies. It didn't even have anything useful like a garbage bag she could wrap herself in.

As the ashamed young woman continued to explore the hotel corridors a sudden ding made her freeze. She turned to discover that in her absentmindedness Mackenzie had wondered in front of an elevator one that was about to discard its passengers on her floor. With a quiet yelp the redhead ran behind a nearby wall, pillows digging into her skin as she held them tightly in her grasp. She peaked out and saw two men with Hawaiian shirts and spray on tans lingering outside the elevator. Mackenzie bit her tongue and silently prayed they would hurry up and move on. There was nothing in her direction but more rooms so she was secure in the fact they wouldn't see her. Then a voice drifting in from behind her. Laughter, footsteps, more guests heading her way and Mackenzie was trapped on both sides.

Mackenzie’s pulse roared in her ears as the voices grew louder. She couldn’t risk being seen like this, not again. Looking around, she spotted a service door slightly ajar just across from the elevators.

'A storage closet!' Mackenzie thought to herself. 'Might even be some towels in there.'

She glanced back towards the pair of men they were both looking down at their phones and arguing about something unimportant. Now was probably her only chance. Without thinking, she bolted for it, pillows mashed awkwardly against her body as she shoulder-checked the door open. The two men suddenly looked up from their phones but saw nothing, but the service door slamming shut.

Mackenzie took a deep breath and sighed her head hung low. She honestly hadn't expected to get out of that situation unseen. Especially considering the day she'd been having. After having to traverse this whole island and the hotel in her birthday suit once, you'd think she'd be used to it. But no as always, the redheaded bombshells most recent streak was as mortifying as the last.

"Well at least I'm safe for now." She told herself before a humid tropical breeze ruffled her bangs. Immediately Mackenzie tensed up. That wasn't something that happened in an empty storage closet. She slowly looked back up and was not greeted by the four grey walls of a closet but instead the wide up orange horizon of an evening sky. Mackenzie moved her gaze downward and was unable to stifle a scream. Mackenzie had just walked into an open-air lounge!

Her eyes darted around she saw lush greenery draped over a bamboo fence that separated the concrete alcove from the resort grounds, low couches arranged around fire pits flickering with citronella candles, and ornate tables Worst of all: people. All of which had been alerted by Mackenzie’s sudden shriek. A fancy couple dressed for a night on the town at a nearby bar stared at the nude woman with mouths held ajar. A waiter balancing a tray of cocktails froze mid-step. An entire extended Italian family, enjoying their meal at a long-extended table in center of the area, started making a ruckus in their native language.

"Oh. My. God!" Her voice cracked. Mackenzie cringed so hard her shoulders nearly touched her ears. Her front pillow slipped slightly, exposing a sliver of pale hip before she jerked it back into place. The bartender's eyebrows shot up as his cocktail shaker dripped forgotten onto the mahogany bar.

"Wow I guess it's true." The well-dressed man at the bar said. "The Revelada finally got a nudist guest."

"They usually avoid the place." His stunning girlfriend chimed in. "What do they call this place. The prude resort?"

Mackenzie stood rooted to the spot, her bare toes curling against the warm concrete as the entire lounge murmured in displeasure. Her cheeks burning hot as she felt dozens of eyes on her. She cradled the pillows even tighter against her skin. Her brain had completely stopped functioning, and she remained frozen still in front of everyone. Mackenzie’s eyes darted past the gawking bartender and landed on a crisp white uniform on the far side of the border trellis—a maid. One pushing a cart practically overflowing with fluffy white towels. 'Salvation' was Mackenzie’s first thought in a minute as she silently watched the maid push her cart beyond the hotel's walls and out of sight.

“Wait!” The word burst from Mackenzie’s lips before she could stop it. She lunged forward racing passed the bar and into the sea of people. Gasps and shouts echoed as she zig-zagged pasted tables and couches of tourists. Mothers covered their children's eyes and young men stared unabashedly. This was what she was more used to during her naked escapades. The island locals or visiting nudists didn't give a second glance to the naked Mackenzie, seeing her wasn't anything special to them. With these more causal tourists however, it was an unfortunate return to form.

Soon Mackenzie made it to the far side of the plaza she looked around for the maid, but it was clear she was long gone. Still the redheaded bombshell wasn't giving up. She knew the direction the maid had gone and noticed a small gate in the direction.

her bare foot skidding on a spilled cocktail napkin. Mackenzie lost her balance and tumbled forward onto the asphalt thankfully the pillow covering her chest broke her fall. Unfortunately, the throw pillow covering her ass completely slipped from her grasp thumping onto the pavement and sliding over towards a nearby table. Mackenzie was face down in pillow while her now uncovered ass was raised high into the sky, her spread legs ensuring everything was on display.

The crowd, once divided on their reactions to Mackenzie's nudity suddenly erupted into a chorus of laughter behind. The couple at the bar craned their necks, the waitstaff covered their mouths to appear professional, the extended family made a memory that would last a lifetime.

Meanwhile all Mackenzie felt was humiliation. She raised her head, now completely red and panicked, and got back to her feet. She reached down for her butt and realized her throw pillow was gone and so began frantically looking around for it.

"W-where is it." She said as she frantically spun around looking for her lost protection, "WHERE IS IT!"

Nearby a young diner looked down and say Mackenzie's lost cover and decided to quietly kick it out of sight before the Redhead had spotted it.

Mackenzie gripped the large pillow with both hands upon realizing her secondary protection was gone. The remaining pillow, now her only shield, bobbed precariously as her legs shaked. She gazed at the crowd one final time, all of them having a good laugh at her misery, before sprinting for the gate. The whole lounge cheering as her bouncing butt disappeared into the night. Like they had seen the end of a Broadway show.