She's able to retape it, but her bra is a lost cause

Mackenzie looked at herself in the mirror, shoulders bare and torso only covered by the fabric she was clutching to her chest. She really really regretted not keeping at least one spare uniform in the shop. She usually did just that, but her idea to deep clean all of her suits had meant that wasn't the case today. When she'd donned this jumpsuit that morning, she'd known it was from far dependable. But she still couldn't believe quite how much of an understatement that had turned out to be! It felt like the old garment had been splitting apart nearly non-stop all day. And now, for what felt like the twentieth time, Mackenzie was going to have to attempt to salvage it with (what was now quite evidently cheap and unreliable) duct tape.

Mackenzie let go of the jumpsuit, just to see how bad the damage truly was, and still couldn't help but give a small gasp as the entire navy-blue suit swiftly slid down her body and pooled around her ankles. The redhead couldn't help but blush at the sight of herself standing there in nothing but some sexy pink lingerie! She crouched down and scooped the jumpsuit back up, careful not to damage it any further. The bottom half of the suit was still (mostly) intact, after all. It was only the top half that had been split down both sides.

As she was attempting to pull the back half up to her shoulders, however, Mackenzie heard a very soft popping sound and felt a strange sensation around her chest. The mechanic wondered for a moment what it could have been, before hearing a soft tink! She glanced down at the floor, noticing a tiny curved piece of metal between her feet. For a moment, the redhead was perplexed, but then it dawned on her. One of the hooks of her bra had just snapped completely free! Somewhere between the damage the bra had taken earlier and its current lack of shoulder straps, the old undergarment was breaking apart. Apparently, it could no longer do its job of supporting Mackenzie's impressive bust.

Mackenzie let go of the jumpsuit, worry flaring up in her mind all over again, and turned her back to the mirror. She could immediately see that the clasp was broken and barely holding together. Even as her wide, fearful eyes gazed over her shoulder at her pale reflection, another hook popped free from the bra, joining its sibling on the bathroom floor. Mackenzie reached behind her, intent on carefully unfastening the garment. She tried to be gentle, but as soon as her fingers had closed around each side of the clasp, the final hook snapped free as well. Her bra was completely ruined. Mackenzie groaned and reluctantly shrugged out of the broken undergarment. Was there any way in hell she could salvage this with duct tape? She doubted it. Even if the duct tape was more reliable, it still would have been a tough job affixing everything in place while she was actively wearing the bra. She'd need an extra set of hands for that, and she wasn't about to ask Brandon to do anything of the kind.

Her thoughts were interrupted by three loud knocks on the bathroom door.

"Mackenzie? Need an extra hand in there, gorgeous?" Brandon's voice called, suggestively.

Mackenzie, suddenly very conscious of the fact that she was standing on the other side of the door in nothing but some sheer panties, panicked.

"D-DON'T COME IN!" she yelled, quickly clapping the cups of the bra over her exposed breasts. The bathroom door didn't have a lock on it. It was in the back of the shop for employee use only. And Mackenzie was, well, the only employee after all. Her eyes shot to the doorknob. The redhead's panicked mind was sure it would begin turning at any moment, leading Brandon to an even more revealing look at her pale skin. But the doorknob didn't move. A few seconds of silence slowly ground by.

"Don't worry, I'm not," Brandon said, sounding a bit more serious than before. "I just wanted to ask if you needed help."

"No!" Mackenzie said, still a bit loud. She tried to return her voice to a normal decibel. "I-I'm fine Brandon. I just have to tape the suit up a bit more. I'll be out in a few minutes."

"Alright," Brandon said after another brief pause. "I'll be out here if you need me." His footsteps echoed through the shop as he walked away from the door.

Mackenzie let out a huge breath of relief. That could have gone a lot worse. Not wanting to give Brandon enough time to rethink his decision, Mackenzie swiftly got to work retaping the jumpsuit. First, her bra was unceremoniously chucked into the small cabinet under the sink. She didn't want to just throw it out, in case Brandon used the bathroom himself later. Then, Mackenzie got ripping and taping.

It took her the better part of five minutes, but Mackenzie was able to get the torso back in something resembling working shape. She had double taped both shoulders, in addition to retaping the sides as well. She even managed to tape over a few gaps in other parts of the suit (namely a few spots around her hips). The uniform was now covered in comical amounts of duct tape, but it was at least whole again. After checking every inch of the jumpsuit over twice, Mackenzie nodded to herself. It was as good as it was going to get.

Now came the tougher decision. What was her wisest next move? With Brandon's help she could potentially get a car ready, rather than her motorcycle. Or she could just kick Brandon out and keep working solo. Probably the smart move if she wanted to avoid further revealing mishaps, given that she no longer trusted the tape at all. Then again, she really wanted to get home as soon as possible. Maybe she had to just bite the bullet and ask him for a ride home...

Mackenzie took a deep breath and summoned as much confidence as she could muster. Then, Mackenzie stepped back out into the workshop.