Mackenzie has to take off her bottoms too

"And n-now..." Mackenzie read from the freshly written cue card in her captor's hand, "i-it's time to push things a little further..." The masked leader held up the next piece of paper and Mackenzie's blood ran cold. For a long few seconds the topless reporter couldn't bring herself to repeat what it said. Then the robber loudly cleared his throat and made a show of raising the gun he still held in his other hand. Mackenzie gulped, then reluctantly complied.

"N-n-next," she read, "still live on the air, I... I will remove my... my b-bottoms as well."

Mackenzie nervously reached for the front of her business slacks with her free hand. She unbuttoned them with a shaking hand, then slowly pulled down the fly. After stepping out of her heels, Mackenzie began sliding the pants down her pale slender legs. They pooled around her ankles and she gingerly stepped out of her pants altogether, leaving the redhead with nothing but a pair of lacy white panties on her body. And she knew they wouldn't remain there much longer.

Mackenzie looked up pleadingly at the robber, but his icy glare told her all she needed to know. With a soft whimper, Mackenzie continued her **** strip. She slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and, with all the **** in the world, slowly began sliding them down her body as well. Her neat red landing strip came into view, followed soon thereafter by Mackenzie's pink womanhood. She stepped out of the underwear and stood there. The deed was done. Mackenzie was standing there, completely naked, on live television! She desperately wanted to cover herself, or to run and hide. But she knew neither were going to be options for her while she remained at gunpoint. When Mackenzie had dreamed of becoming immortalized in modern journalism, this was NOT what she had had in mind!

The masked man twirled his finger around and Mackenzie obligingly began to slowly turn around. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of herself on the bank's television. There was a few seconds of delay in the live broadcast, and as if to confirm to her that this nightmare was real, the live feed at that moment showed a perfect full frontal view of Mackenzie's glorious nude form. The redhead winced but continued her rotation, stopping once she was facing Stephanie and the camera again. The ringleader was already scribbling his next instructions down when one of his associates approached him.

"Hey boss, we're just a few minutes away from getting into the safe," he said softly.

"SSH!" the man angrily snapped, "Not next to the camera, dumbass!" He scribbled something else down and held it up for Mackenzie to read.

"St-still no censor bars," Mackenzie said. "That's g... good. But keep watching. Because next I'm... I'm going to do 50 jumping jacks!?" Mackenzie glanced at the masked man, unsure. He irritably rolled his hand in a "get on with it" gesture. Mackenzie sighed and began jumping. Meanwhile, the man calling the shots ushered his fellow robber a safe distance away from the camera.

"How was that, boss?" the other man asked.

"Perfect, perfect," the amateur director said with a grin. "Mentioning that we haven't gotten into the safe like that'll throw the cops off a bit and should give us enough time. Is everything loaded up?"

"Yep, we've got all the duffels loaded up with the valuables already. Just waiting for the cutters to finish breaking through the wall now. Should only be a few minutes."

"Excellent." The boss turned his attention back to Mackenzie, who was dutifully performing her jumping jacks for the camera. Her large breasts tantalizingly bounced up and down with each repetition, and her neat ponytail was beginning to come slightly undone. She truly was a sight to behold, and there were now tens of thousands of people at home enjoying that very sight!

"How are we gonna cover our escape though?" the man asked, having also turned his attention to the naked jumping beauty.

"You're looking at 'er right now," the leader replied. "We couldn't have asked for a better distraction! You just give me the signal when we're ready to bolt and I'll handle the rest." The man nodded and hurried back to his counterparts. The boss strode back over to Stephanie and began writing out his next instructions for Mackenzie.

"48... 49... 50!" Mackenzie said, out of breath. She finally stopped jumping and pulled a few stray hairs out of her face. A few moments later she glanced back up, still deeply blushing and wishing she could have some form, any form of cover! Instead, all that awaited her was yet another demand from her captor.