Mackenzie finds out that her bra had been sabotaged

Mackenzie began searching, yet again, for one of her pilfered pieces of clothing. This time it was her sweatpants. The skimpily dressed girl couldn't wait to pull them on over her running shorts, which were super short and clung tightly to her ass. In the setting of the gym it wasn't too bad. A few other girls were just wearing shorts and sports bras. But Mackenzie did not like the idea of having to walk around academic buildings dressed like this, or in her tiny black dress.

As she looked around, Mackenzie got more than a few quizzical looks. She seemed to just be wandering around the gym, not working out at all. Eventually, one of the gym's employees approached her.

"Hi, uh, is there anything I can help you with?" he asked, "You look a little lost."

"Oh, no thank you." Mackenzie replied politely.

"Well, if you're not working out, why are you here?"

Mackenzie blushed. How was she supposed to answer that? It would be way too embarrassing to tell him the truth!

"I, uh, I am!" she lied. "I am working out. Just, uh, looking for the right machine to start on. And it's, uh, this one!" she pointed at the nearest one, the chest fly machine.

To dispel the employee's skeptical expression, Mackenzie hopped on it and began exercising. She spread her arms out to her sides, gripped the handles, and pressed the two arms of the machine together in front of her chest.

As Mackenzie repeated the process, the strain on her chest caused the small tears on the back of her bra to widen. Initially added by the thief, these tears got bigger with each of Mackenzie's repetitions on the machine. As the redhead finished her tenth rep, the back of her sports bra ripped apart entirely.

The stretchy back fabric launched away from Mackenzie's chest, baring her spectacular breasts to the entire gym. Mackenzie's was just one of several voices that gasped at the sight of her boobs bouncing into view. The topless girl stifled an embarrassed shriek as she swiftly covered her breasts with her hands. With nothing but her shorts left on, Mackenzie broke into a run for the locker room.

She drew quite a few stares as she fled, leaving her ruined bra behind. But most people were utterly perplexed when the topless girl suddenly came to a halt and began pulling something out from behind a garbage can. It seemed like a pair of... sweatpants? The strange girl then resumed her dash into the women's locker room, clutching the gray fabric over her bare chest.

Blushing furiously, Mackenzie rushed over to the locker where she'd left her dress. She pulled it open, only to find it empty!

"What!" she almost shouted. Mackenzie opened the other lockers around it, but they were all either locked or empty.

I know I left it here! she griped internally. And I've barely been gone ten minutes! Don't tell me someone...

The lockers themselves didn't have any locks on them. They were designed for the users to bring their own padlocks to lock them. Mackenzie, obviously, didn't have one on her, but she figured no one would steal her dress in the few minutes she was gone! Now though, she was seriously regretting that decision.

One step forward, two steps back... Mackenzie gloomily thought as she looked at the sweatpants she had clutched to her chest. But with no other real options, Mackenzie figured she might as well try to move forward. After making sure no one was around her, Mackenzie pulled the sweatpants on over her shorts and pulled out the phone. But, as she was taking the picture of her lower half, Mackenzie was interrupted.

"Mackenzie?" a voice said from behind her. And it was a voice Mackenzie immediately recognized.