Mackenzie manages to destroy her shirt all on her own

After the rush finally died down and the line of customers was virtually gone, Mackenzie let out a big sigh of relief. She'd made it through the rush with minor exposure, only showing off her cute purple panties. It could have been much worse. She tried to step backwards from the counter, but found she was met with resistance. Confused, the redhead glanced down, only to find that the hem of her green E'n'F t-shirt had somehow gotten caught in the drawer of the cash register.

"What the..." Mackenzie muttered to herself. She glanced at the guy taking a customer's order at the register next to her, but he hadn't seemed to notice her minor mistake. Trying not to draw attention, Mackenzie surreptitiously hit the button to open the cash drawer. The drawer opened less than an inch before seeming to jam, then it automatically retracted back into place. Bad news for Mackenzie: it seemed the fabric of her caught shirt was somehow jamming the mechanism. Even worse news for Mackenzie: when the drawer had closed, it had dragged a bit more of her shirt inside with it! Mackenzie hit the button again, only for the process to repeat. Even as she was actively trying to tug the shirt free, the drawer opened just slightly before closing again, drawing about half an inch more of Mackenzie's shirt inside.

"Shit! No!" Mackenzie hissed. Trying to get a better view of the problem, Mackenzie untied and removed her green apron, setting it on the counter next to her. Then, she tried hitting the button again. And again. And again. But each time she was met with the same result. More and more of her shirt was slowly drawn into the register. "What is wrong with this stupid thing?!" she said, a bit louder.

This got the attention of Chad, the neighboring cashier. He covertly glanced over to Mackenzie, and was surprised to see the bottom of her shirt rolled up a few inches and seemingly jammed into the cash register somehow. The SSFC member stealthily watched as Mackenzie tried to open the register, only for it to pull more of her shirt inside. How on earth had she managed to rig it to do that?! It was honestly rather impressive. Turning slightly away from Mackenzie, so as to both not let on that he'd seen her predicament and to keep his phone out of view, Chad texted the SSFC:

Pause phase 2. SS seems to be up to something on her own.

Eric perked up at this and made sure his hidden camera was properly focused and framed on Mackenzie. A few moments later, he texted back:

Roger that.

Then, Chad continued taking the orders from the occasional customer, making sure none would interrupt Mackenzie's performance. And covertly keeping an eye on Mackenzie as he did so, of course.

During all that, Mackenzie had continued her valiant but fruitless efforts to pull her shirt free. By that point, roughly a foot of her shirt had been gobbled up by the register, baring her pale skin nearly up to the bottom of her breasts! It had pulled in so much fabric that Mackenzie actually had to lean down closer to the machine. She gave a soft nervous whimper, unsure what to do next.

Then, Mackenzie noticed the stapler they kept on the front counter for multiple receipts, and an idea occurred to her. If she could jam it into the drawer before it closed, she might be able to work her shirt free. Mackenzie awkwardly managed to grab the stapler and moved it over to the drawer. It was a bit thicker than she'd thought, and she wasn't entirely sure if it would fit in the small gap. But she didn't know what else to try. So, Mackenzie got the stapler as close as she could, then she nervously pressed the button again.

The drawer popped open and she tried to shove it in, but it was just barely too small for the stapler. The drawer snapped shut, drawing in more of her t-shirt. Mackenzie tried again, this time keeping the stapler as straight as possible. It seemed like it might have gone in at the drawer's widest point, but she was just a moment too slow. The drawer closed again, dragging in her shirt even further. The pantsless redhead winced. Her shirt was barely covering her now, and her breasts were hanging below its hem. If the guy next to her happened to look over now, he'd likely be able to see her rosy nipples emerging into view. Once more, Mackenzie hit the button and jammed the stapler into the gap. For a split second, she thought it just might slide in. But then the pressure of the drawer popped the stapler back out and yanked her shirt further in. The tug of her shirt drew Mackenzie lower, and jerked her ever so slightly off balance. She instinctively braced her hands on the counter and register to steady herself. But unfortunately for the eternally luckless young woman, her thumb landed in the worst possible place it could on the register. The drawer open button.

With the button held down instead of simply pressed once, the drawer began opening then snapping shut again, but this time it acted as if set to rapid fire. It gobbled up Mackenzie's remaining shirt, pulling her torso lower and closer to the counter. As the girl's face was pressed up against the register and her breasts were pressed up against the countertop, Mackenzie couldn't take it anymore. She screamed. It came out as a mixture of surprise, fear, and most of all, embarrassment. And, of course, it drew all nearby eyes to her. Just as the pressure from the shirt was becoming nearly painfully tight, there was a ripping noise and Mackenzie found herself suddenly released. Her muscles, which had been trying to push her torso up from the counter, launched her backwards, and sent Mackenzie sprawling to the floor.

The beautiful young woman landed ungracefully on her back, arms and legs splayed wide, wearing just her green visor, panties, and socks (both her shoes had flown off in her fall). Every single employee on the clock had gathered to see who had was screaming, not to mention the dozen or so customers who were close enough to the counter to peer down at the girl. Mackenzie hastily crossed her arms over her exposed chest, desperately trying to shield her big round breasts from view. Too embarrassed to do anything else, the topless girl just sat there for a few moments.

"Mackenzie!" Ben said as he maneuvered around the gawking E'n'F employees. He crouched down beside her. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"The... the cash register ate... my shirt..." she shyly said, still partially in disbelief at what had just happened.

"Oh, is that all?" the manager asked, sounding relieved. He stood up and moved over to the device. "Did you try using the manual release on the drawer?" Ben reached over to the side of the machine and pulled a small flat lever that Mackenzie had never even noticed. It seemed stuck for a moment, but Ben was able to pry the lever up. The drawer shot open with a horrendously loud SHRRRIIIIIIPPP sound, as it tore Mackenzie's inextricably trapped shirt to utter pieces. Over a hundred tiny green scraps of fabric sprung into the air, where they began to gently rain down on Mackenzie like confetti. There didn't seem to be a single piece left bigger than a few square inches. The cash register had done a truly impressive job.

"There you go," Ben said affably. Then, as if he saw absolutely nothing amiss with a half naked employee sitting in the middle of his café, he said "Mackenzie why don't you go take your 15? Chad here can keep manning the register." And without another word, he bustled off to take care of things elsewhere.

Mackenzie was utterly dumbfounded. Through her shock and humiliation she tried to plan her next moves. Should she go just walk out? She needed the money too bad to do that. She had next to no clothing left back in her dorm and absolutely had to buy more! Should she keep working? Based on how he acted both that day and yesterday, Ben seemed to have made it pretty clear that he did not care in the slightest how dressed (or undressed) Mackenzie was on the job. Only that she kept performing her duties.

The topless beauty slowly stood up. She could hardly believe it, but she had silently decided to stick around and finish her shift. After tuning out the sizable crowd of customers watching her from across the counter, she tried to form a reasonable plan. First, get her pants and apron back on, then she'd be covered at least. Next, find something sturdy to use as a belt for the pants. Third, find some way to secure the apron in the chest area, so her boobs wouldn't be popping out nonstop like yesterday. It wasn't a great plan, but it was something.

Mackenzie retrieved her apron from the counter (not yet noticing that the strings to tie around her back had been cut off by someone in all the commotion). Not bothering to put it on properly, she just clutched the green fabric to her chest. Then, she crouched down to retrieve her pants from under the counter, only to instead gasp in equal amounts surprise and fear.

"Where... are my pants?" she asked aloud.