She's naked for most of it, and her towel takes some damage

After stocking the first massage room with 5 clean and nicely folded towels, Mackenzie was ready to dart over to the second room. She briefly considered donning one of the remaining towels before continuing on with her first task of the day, but ultimately decided against it. The 10 rooms she had to stock were all just a few feet apart from each other, and Mackenzie could hear Samantha still leading the meeting. For some reason, Mackenzie couldn't help but recall something Samantha had called her last night, when they'd been showering together. She'd called her brave... The memory spurred her on.

With a resigned sigh, she stepped back out into the main hallway of the spa, holding the half-filled basket. It only took the naked redhead a few seconds to zip over to the second room and duck inside. The employees probably could have briefly seen her from afar if they were looking, but their view wouldn't compare with the one Mackenzie had given them just a minute prior. She repeated the towel dispensing procedure and readied herself for a return to the basement.

She dashed out of sight of the spa's gathered employees and ditched the laundry basket at the foot of the stairs. Finally, the naked woman began to free her towel from the wooden railing that had ensnared it a few minutes earlier. Unfortunately, it didn't give the fabric up without a price. The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the small stairway as Mackenzie yanked the scant fabric free. The redhead was extremely disheartened to see that a strip of fabric had ripped clear free from the bottom of the towel!

With a disappointed whine, Mackenzie put the towel back into place on her naked body. Most of the towel was now nearly a foot shorter, which meant a very crucial area of Mackenzie's body was no longer going to be covered by it! Or, at least, that would have been true, if not for one edge of the towel that had survived the tear.

Now, Mackenzie's towel only came down to the top of her hips, except for a three-inch long strip that still came down to her thighs. In effect, if she positioned it just right, Mackenzie could still have that three-inch wide strip of fabric dangle right in front of her pussy to keep it obscured. But it was impossible to keep it perfectly in place if she was moving. And there was nothing she could do to cover her ass.

More than a bit dejected, the redhead got to work folding 10 more towels. Mackenzie figured her best option was to finish stocking the remaining towels, and then (assuming there was at least one other towel remaining) switching to wearing that one. She carried the full basket upstairs again, taking extra care not to get her towel snagged on the railing again. It was tricky in the tight confines and carrying the bulky basket, but she just managed it, proceeding to stock rooms 3 and 4.

Her third time going upstairs, she wasn't so lucky. Once again the towel got snagged on the railing, leading to Mackenzie stocking rooms 5 and 6 nude again. Freeing the towel lead to it ripping even shorter, though the three-inch wide strip miraculously survived again. Trip 4 found Mackenzie stocking rooms 7 and 8 unscathed. But her final ascent ripped the towel from her body once again. And so, Mackenzie stocked rooms 9 and 10 nude, officially bringing the majority of her time on towel stocking duty to Unclothed Status.

By the time she freed her towel for the third time (and heard the ensuing ripping sound yet again), Mackenzie heard the dispersing voices of the employees. She figured that Samantha had finally finished her staff meeting, which was perfect timing since she could go meet up with her in her office to ask about what to do next. What wasn't perfect was the fact that Mackenzie's towel had been reduced by a ridiculous amount.

By that point, Mackenzie's towel was nothing more than a long, thin "L" in shape. If she wrapped it around her body, it covered her breasts completely, but left her stomach and below bared. Except, again, for a long three-inch strip of fabric that dangled straight down from the corner of the towel, all the way to her thighs. If she positioned it just right, it could still obscure Mackenzie's pussy from view (even if it covered nothing else). But that modesty quickly disappeared if Mackenzie moved around even slightly.

The redhead was tempted to return to the basement and grab another towel to adequately cover herself. But her desire not to bump into any employees overrode that urge. So instead, the barely decent Mackenzie made a break for Samantha's office. Not bothering to knock, Mackenzie yanked the door open and slipped inside. She was pleased to see Samantha was alone inside, sitting at her desk and writing something.