No, and she gets a crowd

Mackenzie kept searching while the crowd slowly dispersed, but came up empty. She hated that she'd have to do this again, but there weren't any other options.

"I need another hint."

As Mackenzie worried about what the hint would cost her, she heard a voice behind her, "Hey, it's the streaker girl!"

Mackenzie saw three guys all staring right at her, with overly eager looking smiles. The redhead immediately knew she didn't want to have anything to do with them. As they began walking towards her, Mackenzie ducked into a nearby bathroom. Feeling safe in a stall, she read:

"Sure! Simply throw away your running shorts and send a video as proof."

Mackenzie stifled a groan. She'd been hoping it would be some temporary cost, like some of the previous hints had been. Getting rid of one of her last remaining items of clothing was the last thing she wanted to do. But she gave in to the request, sliding both her pants and shorts off, then putting the loose sweatpants back on. After begrudgingly throwing her shorts away and sending the video of it, Mackenzie received the reply:

"Excellent! If I were you I'd look in Room 01."

Feeling better that she knew which room to look in, Mackenzie exited the bathroom wearing only her sweats. But, to her dismay, the same three guys were waiting for her just outside of the bathroom. They let out a small cheer at the sight of Mackenzie and began following her as she tried to swiftly walk away from them.

"Hey, the streaker!" one said excitedly. "What's your name?"

Mackenzie opted not to answer the question, though she doubted it would matter in the long run. "I'm not a streaker."

"Uh huh, sure." another said, "Lemme guess. You're not wearing anything under those sweats are ya?"

Mackenzie blushed but lied, "Of course I am!"

"Then you wouldn't mind us..." the third said as he leaned in, "...taking a little peek!" He pulled Mackenzie's hoodie up a few inches, exposing the pale skin of her midriff.

"Don't!" Mackenzie said, tugging it back down with both hands. Her loose sweatpants took the opportunity to drop to her ankles. All three guys were treated to the glorious sight of Mackenzie's bare ass before she could pull her pants back up.

"DAMMNN!" they all said in unison.

"You're DEFINITELY the streaker." the first said, "I recognize that fine ass from the video!"

At that, Mackenzie began jogging away from her unwanted followers. But, to her disappointment, amongst the sound of her bare feet slapped along the floor, she also heard several other sets of feet jogging behind her. Mackenzie picked up her pace, hoping to dissuade them from following her.

After ducking around a corner, Mackenzie opened the door to a stairwell. She hurried down the flight as fast as she could, down into the tunnels. The lecture hall had a small tunnel system connecting the lower parts of the various rooms, and Mackenzie hoped to lose her pursuers down there. Her plan paid off when Mackenzie spotted an open supply closet. She ducked inside and quietly shut the door behind her. She was pressing up against mops and various other cleaning supplies in the tiny closet, but it wasn't too bad.

Soon, footsteps rapidly passed by the closet, along with one of the guys saying, "Damn, where'd she go?"

Mackenzie waited another minute before finally giving a big sigh of relief. In the darkness of the closet, Mackenzie hesitantly figured she may as well try leaving before the guys doubled back. She moved away from the wall, only to have her foot step into an empty bucket. The redhead lost her balance, falling into a row of old broken wooden brooms and metal mops. The spikes of wood and metal edges luckily didn't hit Mackenzie, but they sank their teeth into her sweatshirt fiercely. As she tumbled out of the closet, making a horrible racket, Mackenzie unwittingly pulled all the broken cleaning tools with her. She landed harshly on the floor and tried to move the pile of cleaning supplies off her. But they were all stuck to her sweatshirt!

"Hey! There she is!" one of the guys shouted from way down the hall.

To Mackenzie's dread, she noticed the three guys slowly jogging towards her. Unable to free herself from the significant weight of the supplies, Mackenzie did the only other thing she could think of. She slid out of her hoodie and began running in the other direction. With her back to her pursuers and the hallway deserted, Mackenzie didn't bother covering her bouncing breasts, instead opting to keep her pants up and pump her other arm for speed.

"WOO! STREAKER!!" the guys began cheering, obviously noticing Mackenzie's topless state.

As she came to a T, Mackenzie saw a sign for room 01 to the left. Not wasting a second, she dashed down the hall, and soon came to the door for her destination. Mackenzie burst through it, and quickly turned to shut the door behind her and lock it. As she turned the deadbolt, her sweatpants slithered down her legs yet again. Taking a moment to catch her breath, Mackenzie turned around and leaned against the door.

Every muscle in her body froze as Mackenzie's brain struggled to take in what it was seeing. Before her was a giant semi-circular lecture hall, full to the brim with nearly 200 students, all staring directly at her. And with her pants around her ankles, Mackenzie was effectively naked. The room was dead silent as everyone tried to process exactly what they were seeing. Mackenzie didn't move, afraid doing so would break the stunned silence of the crowd. But after another long moment, the shouts began.

Cheers, laughter, and hoots all deafeningly erupted from the students. Now Mackenzie's flight instincts kicked back in. She yanked her pants up and scrambled for the closest cover she could find: the professor's desk. The confused professor was trying in vain to quiet down the students, though he had gotten the best view out of anyone.

That's when Mackenzie noticed a blue bikini taped to the underside of the desk. With no small measure of relief, she yanked it free and tugged it on. She adjusted it over her breasts and snapped a quick picture, sending it to the thief. Then, figuring it was now or never, she got up from behind the desk and starting sprinting towards the exit. As she took the stairs up through the middle of the raucous crowd, she felt a few adventurous hands get a lucky grope or pinch in. But then she burst through the door, happily leaving the class behind. Or, she would have, if dozens of students hadn't started pouring out of the room behind her. Apparently Mackenzie was far more interesting than staying in class.

Mackenzie gulped nervously but resumed her run down the hallway, not sure where she was going. Then she got the text:

"Superb work! You should definitely wear that around campus more often.

Next up, your blue dress is hidden somewhere in the Quad.

Good luck!"

Mackenzie changed direction, ready to make her way towards the Quad as a few dozen people eagerly raced behind her.