Mackenzie hides out in the bathroom

Jack Feldman walked briskly through the halls of the Arts & Literature building, brushing past the occasional student on the way. The campus police officer ignored any pointed looks he garnered. He didn't care what these young idiots thought of him. Because it was time. He was finally going to apprehend that redheaded pain in his ass. He was finally going to catch the Shy Streaker in the act. He'd gotten wind of Mackenzie pulling yet another naked stunt (her semester debut), or at the very least she was beginning one. In the video he'd seen, Mackenzie had only removed her pants. But Jack knew the girl was never satisfied with just that. She was always looking to take things all the way.

He arrived outside the door to Mackenzie's Introduction to Mass Media class and prepared to wait. He had the streaker's class schedule memorized, of course. Jack was fed up with the little exhibitionist getting off the hook time and time again under his watch. He was ready to settle things once and for all. Once he had his zip-ties on her, Jack would march her back to the Dean's office, caught red-handed. Then, she'd be suspended from the school and be out of his hair for at least the next six months. If Jack had things his way, that little slut would just be expelled outright.

"Holy shit!" someone yelled from a short way down the hall. Jack whipped his head in that direction, only to see a gobsmacked looking student staring around the corner. He recognized that look, but what the kid said next cemented it for him. "It's the Shy Streaker! Wow!"

Jack ran over to him and looked around the corner. There was a dozen or so students milling about at the far end of the hall, but he didn't see his target. Although it was possible she had already ducked behind the small crowd.

"You saw the streaker?" he demanded of the nearby boy.

"Y-yeah, she was just running down that hall..." the student replied, pointing ahead of him. That was all Jack needed. He took off running.

Jack wasn't exactly aware of it, but he had gained a bit of notoriety himself: as the overbearing buzzkill that was hellbent on stopping the Shy Streaker and ruining everyone's fun. So it was no surprise that the student body had taken a strong disliking to the campus cop. It, therefore, took very little time before the students had come to something of a mutual consensus: if you see that asshole cop looking for the streaker, point him in the wrong direction.

Indeed, even as Jack reached the students at end of the hall, over half of them adamantly swore they had just seen the streaker run around the corner, heading for an exit. And so, Jack continued on his merry chase.

"Man, fuck that guy," Eric muttered, before texting the rest of the SSFC.

The goose has begun the chase. Let me know if he reaches a dead end. Milly, you're up again.

After class had ended, Mackenzie waited for as many people to leave the room as possible. She wanted the room to be as deserted as possible before making her move, but she wanted to leave before the next class began filing in. Judging that it was time, and after quickly saying goodbye to Zoey, Mackenzie rose from her seat. With one hand cupping her womanhood and the other clutching her backpack over her bare ass, the bottomless girl ran out into the hall. It was a little tricky keeping her footing with just her socks on, but Mackenzie made it through the crowded hallway with relatively little fanfare. Then, she slipped into the closest women's room and ducked into an unoccupied stall. Mackenzie dropped her bag to the floor and leaned back against the door.

What the hell's going on today? she thought. Stealing my coat was one thing, but gluing my jeans to the seat?! And then handcuffing my fucking underwear to the desk?! Who the hell is behind all this?

As Mackenzie's mind raced through the events of the day, she didn't hear the stall next to her opening. Nor did she hear Milly, a dedicated SSFC member, approach her own stall door. And Mackenzie certainly didn't hear Milly reach through the stall's gap at the floor, slowly grab her backpack, and stealthily pull it out of the stall. She only heard the bathroom door slam shut a moment later as Milly left. The loud noise woke her from her reverie, reminding Mackenzie that her seclusion in the stall was a far cry from the actual safety of her dorm room.

Focus! she chided herself. I still need to get back to the room. The next round of classes start in a few more minutes, then the halls should be relatively empty. I can make it outside fairly easily, then the hard part will be trekking through the snow. Ugh. I don't know if I can make it all the way back without stopping somewhere. I'm hardly dressed for January weather with just this tank top as my only sh... My shirt!

Mackenzie suddenly remembered the wet, stained shirt she'd been wearing earlier this morning. It was still tucked away in her backpack!

I can use that to at least... Wait... Where's my bag?

Mackenzie tried to fight off the urge to panic as her brain processed the fact that her backpack was no longer there. Now, not only was her other shirt gone, but her dorm keys were as well. Mackenzie was stuck on the academic side of campus, with nothing but a half-torn tank top, plain white bra, and a pair of ankle socks.

"Oh fuck..." the redhead muttered aloud.