Samantha finally gets Mackenzie free... or does she?

“Sorry, elbow bumped the wheel. The cards are around here, Miss, just gimme a second,” the man said, muffled around the open truck door.

Their tension releasing, both women whispered “phew… close one,” with relief in perfect unison.

“Jinx,” Samantha quietly declared with a giggle, “you owe me a coke.”

She’s joking at a time like this? Mackenzie gave her best mean mug to Samantha.

Dangling naked with her arms crossed and an angry face, Mackenzie came off more as helplessly pouting rather than anything authoritative. Samantha still seemed to get the message and got back to helping.

Samantha started hopping, reaching for the door. It rested a good foot above its usual spot, having been pushed up a little too hard by her earlier. She took a few hops to get the height but finally bumped the door down a few inches.

With this bit of motion and Mackenzie’s arms still holding the towel above her head, her weight was too much for her slippery oil-soaked towel. The loop slipped up past her shoulders and head, tightening the knot the whole way. Her bare feet landed on the ground with a slap. The completely naked Mackenzie was finally able to stand on her own two feet again. Success! I’m finally free! thought Mackenzie.

Bringing her hands down from above her head, Mackenzie got to about eye level and was met with resistance. Pulling her arms down more forcefully, Mackenzie realized a very terrible truth about her freedom from her dangling prison. “What the...” she said quietly.

The knot pulled tighter when gravity was applied. As her head and arms slipped free, the loop stayed tight on the way down. Mackenzie was thankful it didn’t get stuck and wrap around her neck, but she certainly wasn’t thankful it got stuck on something else.

Her towel that covered her only a few hours ago now securely bound her wrists together, and the long thin strip of fabric that used to dangle in front of her lower half was still caught on the garage door above her head.

Mackenzie wiggled and pulled at her restraint, unable to move her hands below head height and unable to walk more than a couple feet in any direction. The door rocked slightly but stayed put, and her flimsy towel that has been ripping all day somehow stayed completely intact. Why won’t you just rip? Mackenzie thought, frustrated at this very fickle cloth.

Mackenzie looked to the shocked Samantha for help. The immobilized and very naked redhead mouthed a silent plea for help. Samantha made the quick dash over.

Mackenzie held out her hands and Samantha pulled at the knot. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon…” Mackenzie whimpered, crossing her legs and ineffectively twisting her body to try and hide.

Samantha gave up on the stupid eternally tied knot. Why did I have to tie it so tight? thought Mackenzie. Samantha started yanking on the towel, trying to pull the door down. It stayed in place. The unrippable towel met the immovable garage door.

Then it happened. The truck driver sat up in his driver’s seat, triumphantly holding a business card aloft. He and Mackenzie made direct eye-to-sunglasses contact. He moved the shades up to his head, and the eye contact didn’t last long. His eyes swam up and down her body. A toothpick dropped from his mouth.

“Sorry, elbow bumped the wheel. The cards are around here, Miss, just gimme a second,” the man said, muffled around the open truck door.

Their tension releasing, both women whispered “phew… close one,” with relief in perfect unison.

“Jinx,” Samantha quietly declared with a giggle, “you owe me a coke.”

Am I really joking at a time like this? thought Samantha, that dude is gonna catch us and I don’t have an excuse yet!

Mackenzie crossed her arms and furrowed her brow. Samantha thought of teasing her about her little dangling pout session, but decided to get serious instead.

If they didn’t get in trouble for this when the guy caught them, at the very least it’ll be very awkward and hard to justify.

Samantha eyed the securely fastened knot pulled up to Mackenzie’s sternum. Did she tie it this tight on purpose? thought Samantha. She abandoned that strategy and tried something new.

The door rested a good foot above its usual spot, having been pushed up a little too hard by her earlier. Samantha started hopping, missing by a few inches but getting closer each time. She took a few hops to get the height but finally bumped the door down a few inches.

With this bit of motion and Mackenzie’s arms still holding the string above her head, her weight was too much for her slippery oil-soaked string. Samantha watched in awe as Mackenzie pencil dived through the loop, landing on her bare feet with a slap. She expertly kept her hands up in the loop as it tightened further, binding her hands together attached to the door.

Wow, it’s like she’s done this a million times, Samantha thought, watching Mackenzie pull her hands down with a look of horror. She could win a talent show with the acting, too. We actually should look into a local theater or something.

Samantha could barely hear Mackenzie whisper “what the...”

Mackenzie wiggled and pulled at her restraint, unable to move her hands below head height and unable to walk more than a couple feet in any direction. The door rocked slightly but stayed put, and the thin belt of fabric holding her in place somehow stayed completely intact. She thrashed in frustration.

Mackenzie looked to the shocked Samantha for help. The immobilized and very naked redhead mouthed a silent plea for help. Okay, whether she’s acting or not we’ve had enough fun let’s get her free now, thought Samantha as she made the quick dash over.

Mack held out her hands and Samantha pulled at the knot. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon…” Mackenzie whimpered, crossing her legs and ineffectively twisting her body to try and hide.

Samantha gave up on the eternally tied knot and started yanking on Mackenzie’s string, trying to pull the door down. It stayed in place, unaffected by her attempts at tugging the door down.

Samantha turned to see a stare-down between her naked helpless girlfriend and the truck driver, holding a business card aloft.