Samantha steps up to help out.

Mackenzie took another look at the cracked door. Salvation sat just on the other side. Samantha’s office was probably only a couple doors down. A quick dash past this guy and a couple dozen feet of spa hallway is all that stands between Mackenzie and privacy. Mustering up her courage, she figured getting it over with now before they were discovered would be a good idea.

Mackenzie jabbed her elbow into Samantha. She pointed at the door, and crept around the trash cans. Opting for stealth over speed, Mackenzie shuffled slowly and silently toward the door.

Halfway to her destination, Samantha stood up and cleared her throat loudly.

“Ralph, are you taking an unauthorized smoke break?” Samantha asked with conviction.

The janitor turned away from the girls toward the dumpster, nonchalantly dropping and stepping on his cigarette butt.

At the same time, Mackenzie mouthed a “Whyyyyyy” to Samantha and scrambled back around the cans. She crouched down and hoped Samantha would get rid of this Ralph guy.

Mackenzie was completely hidden but quickly noticed a problem. Samantha was holding a strip of towel fabric trailing straight to her bound hands in her hiding spot. Ralph could notice the towel at any point, and if he followed it to its source... Mackenzie shuddered at the thought!

Mackenzie peeped at a vertical sliver of Ralph the Janitor’s legs between two of the trashcans. She shifted for a better view, but tried her best to stay out of sight. She could also see into the door between the furthest can and the wall. Salvation was only a few steps away. If he turns around, I’m bolting in there, thought Mackenzie.

Ralph turned toward his boss, and sidestepped to the door. He casually but painfully obviously kicked the brick out of the way. Emphasis on the pain because Mackenzie felt the heavy door slam into her soul. No, No, No, No, No, Why would he do that??? thought Mackenzie.

“Hey Miss Lane, sorry I was just uhhhh, just cleaning this mess up,” mumbled Ralph. He looked very guilty.

“And do I need to lecture you again?” said Samantha, her hands on her hips. The “towel” still trailing from her right hip to behind the trashcans.

“Ohh… Uh, no Ma'am. I know I’m not supposed to prop the door open. My keys are hanging up on my cart…” said Ralph, his voice trailing off at the end as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud. “Umm, Say, what’s her name?!” Ralph continued, changing the subject and bending over to pick up some of the trash strewn across the asphalt.

‘What’s her name??’ How did he see mee? thought Mackenzie, shrinking down in her spot and hiding from even her thin vertical peephole between the cans.

She cupped her breasts for cover. Two hard nubs pressed back into her palms. Her chest invited the touch, and Mackenzie was reminded of her current precarious arousal situation. A warm feeling emanated from between the nervous redhead’s legs. Yet another reason to get back to Samantha’s office, thought Mackenzie. I did not just think that! She tried (and mostly failed) to push these feelings deep down, focusing instead on the problem at hand.

Samantha locked eyes with Mackenzie. The fully clothed sandy blonde looked nearly just as worried. The naked redhead tried to give her the best puppy dog eyes as a plea to somehow get them out of this.

The nonverbal message seemed to fall on deaf eyes as Sam immediately sold her out and just answered the truth. Mackenzie’s thumping heart dropped into her stomach.

“M-Mack,” Samantha squeaked, a deep blush on her face.

What is she doing? thought Mackenzie. She was suddenly very nervous that Samantha might yank her out in front of this strange guy. Mackenzie peeped back through her trashcan gap. She wasn’t about to stick her head out, but if he already knew she was there, Mackenzie figured there was no sense in staying blind to his actions as well, so she risked him spotting her peeping.

Ralph grunted while bending over to pick up some more garbage. As he tossed it into the dumpster, he said, “Huh, my sister used to have a Mac, too. Small world. They’d get into all sorts of trouble together.”

Samantha pulled slightly at the thin strip of towel. Not enough to move Mackenzie, but just to look at it and motion towards it. Samantha looked up and down the naked body before her. Mackenzie could do nothing but wait as her girlfriend’s eyes drank in every inch of her body.

“Yeah, I think I can relate,” said Samantha, smirking and almost purring out her statement.

Grabbing more garbage, he had only a few more pieces of loose trash to grab. The wet splash part of his mess was still spread across the asphalt, but a large portion of the job was almost done.

“So, did you have a breeder for her or what?” asked Ralph.

Breeder?! Is this guy a pervert or something? thought Mackenzie. What kind of kinky stuff is he into??

His question hung in the air in silence for a few long seconds. Her imagination ran wild with that word. The idea that Samantha would “have” a breeder for her….

Ralph picked up the last few pieces of garbage. As he stood up, he craned his neck as if to try and look around Mackenzie’s precious hiding spot. Still standing about a dozen feet away, he walked over to the dumpster and slam dunked the last of the loose trash.

“Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. What breed is she?” Ralph asked.

The ladies seemed to both have a realization at the same time. The strip of towel trailing from Samantha’s hand to behind the trashcans looked a lot like a dog leash. And that would explain what Samantha was doing out here.

Mackenzie breathed easily, knowing he hadn’t seen her very human, very naked body yet, and this guy wasn’t seriously asking about a “breeder” for her. She shuddered at that thought again. Mackenzie wondered where Samantha was going to take this.

Both Mackenzie’s fate and her leash were very much in Samantha’s hands.

Mackenzie jabbed her elbow into Samantha. She pointed at the door, and crept around the trash cans. Mackenzie dawdled toward the door, obviously much slower than needed. Oh, I get it, thought Samantha.

With Mackenzie halfway to her destination, Samantha stood up and cleared her throat loudly.

“Ralph, are you taking an unauthorized smoke break?” Samantha asked with conviction.

Ralph turned away from the girls toward the dumpster, nonchalantly dropping and stepping on his cigarette butt. I saw that, thought Samantha.

At the same time, Mackenzie mouthed a “Whyyyyyy” to Samantha and scrambled back around the cans. She crouched back down behind the cans.

You’re welcome, thought Samantha, deducing that Mackenzie got her attention and crept so slowly only because she wanted a way out of the easy way out. Man, that’s a mouthful… But now what am I gonna do? “Excuse me while we waltz on by you, Ralph. Don’t worry about why she’s naked and tied up, it doesn’t concern you.”

Samantha felt like she had butterflies in her stomach, not wanting to mess up her first true trial as the public nudity shepherd, while also not wanting to put her job in jeopardy. Not to mention a fender bender could lead to a lawsuit! Before she let the nervous jittery energy get to her, she resolved herself to stay in boss mode and tear Ralph a new one. Maybe that’ll scare him away.

Ralph thought he was being slick as he turned around, sidestepped to the door, and casually kicked the brick out of the propped open door. The door shut with a resounding clunk.

“Hey Miss Lane, sorry I was just uhhhh, just cleaning this mess up,” mumbled Ralph. He looked very guilty.

“And do I need to lecture you again?” said Samantha, her hands on her hips. The “towel” still trailing from her right hip to behind the trashcans.

“Ohh… Uh, no Ma'am. I know I’m not supposed to prop the door open. My keys are hanging up on my cart…” said Ralph, his voice trailing off at the end as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud. “Umm, Say, what’s her name?!” Ralph continued, changing the subject and bending over to pick up some of the trash strewn across the asphalt.

‘What’s her name??’ How did he see her? worried Samantha, Ralph wasn’t at the morning meeting. They weren’t introduced earlier, so how do I play this? The whole skin condition thing doesn't really explain us being outside and her being all tied up like this!

Samantha watched Mackenzie shrink down in her spot. The naked redhead squeezed her boobs with their oh so hard nipples, shivered, and furrowed her eyebrows with her eyes closed. At least she’s enjoying herself.

Mackenzie opened her eyes, locking them with Samantha’s. Mack looked worried and conflicted. She gave her best puppy dog eyes, begging for… something. Samantha wasn’t quite sure if she wanted this prolonged or an escape. Mackenzie’s acting is just a little too good.

Samantha decided to stop treading the line, and just stick to one option. She gulped and prepared herself for the consequences of prolonging this exposure. Her heart beat a million miles a minute.

“M-Mack,” Samantha squeaked, a deep blush on her face.

Oh, god. What am I gonna do? thought Samantha, looking down at the strip of towel in her hand.

Ralph grunted while bending over to pick up some more garbage. As he tossed it into the dumpster, he said, “Huh, my sister used to have a Mac, too. Small world. They’d get into all sorts of trouble together.”

Samantha pulled slightly at the thin strip of towel. Not enough to move Mackenzie, but just to look at it and motion towards it. Samantha looked up and down the naked body before her. Mackenzie could do nothing as Samantha drank in every inch of her body.

“Yeah, I think I can relate,” said Samantha, smirking and almost purring out her statement.

Grabbing more garbage, he had only a few more pieces of loose trash to grab. The wet splash part of his mess was still spread across the asphalt, but a large portion of the job was almost done.

“So, did you have a breeder for her or what?” asked Ralph.

Breeder? Ralph you pervert, what the hell? thought Samantha. Why did we hire you again?

His question hung in the air in silence for a few long seconds. Samantha imagined some very inappropriate scenes involving Mackenzie and her “breeder”.

Ralph picked up the last few pieces of garbage. As he stood up, he craned his neck as if to try and look around Mackenzie’s precious hiding spot. Still standing about a dozen feet away, he walked over to the dumpster and slam dunked the last of the loose trash.

Samantha was about to interrogate him over this, when he spoke up.

“Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. What breed is she?” Ralph asked.

The ladies seemed to both have a realization at the same time. The strip of towel trailing from Samantha’s hand to behind the trashcans looked a lot like a dog leash. And that would explain what Samantha was doing out here.

Samantha breathed easily, knowing he hadn’t seen her very human, very sexy “dog” yet, and that Ralph wasn’t revealing some kind of weird hidden fetish of his. Samantha wondered where she would take this, if Mackenzie’s less weird and less hidden fetish would soon be revealed.

Both Mackenzie’s fate and her leash were very much in Samantha’s hands.