Run into a nearby alley

Thinking fast, Mackenzie clamps both hands over her pussy and runs into an alley next to her to get out of public view. In the alley is a dumpster, with trash littered about up and down the path. She crouches behind the dumpster and waits; the cops from before run right past the alley’s entrance. After another few minutes, no one else comes running past or into the alley.

Mackenzie was in the clear, at least for now. However, she was now right back at where she started: her bottoms lost and her lower half exposed. While the pink bottoms had been too small, as evidenced by the knots coming undone when she bended over to pick her top up, they had at least kept her pussy covered. But now with the pink bottoms reclaimed by their owner and her own floating around the ocean, Mackenzie now needs to find something else to cover herself with.

So she starts looking around the alley, anything she could wrap around her hips. While items like old newspaper pages or cardboard boxes would work, those would draw unwanted attention. Another problem was finding something that was both big enough and intact; much of the stuff on the ground here looks to either be shredded or about to fall apart at the lightest pull.

Mackenzie keeps digging around until a piece of black fabric catches her eye. Brushing the trash covering it away, what she finds is…