She aims for a fresh start the next morning

After a bit of thought, Mackenzie opted to just call it a day. The way her luck had been going, she really didn't feel like showing her face (or potentially even more than that) to anyone else that night. She unceremoniously pulled on her pajamas: a comfy t-shirt and some fresh panties. Then, Mackenzie flopped into bed, feeling exhausted from her embarrassing first day on the cruise.

Unfortunately for the redhead, her sleep was not a restful one that night. The humiliating events of the day bled over into her dreams. Any fitful bits of sleep were interrupted by nightmares about being naked in public. Several times, Mackenzie woke up in the middle of the night, only to realize that it had all been an embarrassing dream. And after making sure she was very much still wearing her pajamas, she'd fall back asleep. The pattern repeated throughout the night.

So, the following morning, Mackenzie was quite groggy when a loud knocking echoed from her door.

"Ma'am?" a voice called from the hallway. "I'm from maintenance. You reported a problem with your door lock?"

Mackenzie's first panicked thought was that she'd been caught naked again. But a quick glance down let her know that she was, in fact, not actually naked! She sighed with relief, realizing that it had all been a dream yet again. She hopped out of bed and awkwardly shuffled her way towards the door.

"Coming!" she managed in a croaky voice. "Just one second!"

She yanked the door open to see a maintenance man standing there. His eyes went a little wide at the sight of her, but Mackenzie didn't even notice.

"You have no idea how glad I am to see you," she said, still with a serious case of morning voice. "Seriously!"

"Uh, right. Well," the man awkwardly coughed. "What, um, seems to be the problem with the lock?"

"It doesn't work! No matter how many times I swipe my key card, the darn thing... won't..."

Mackenzie trailed off as a bit more of the fog cleared from her mind. She realized it before she actually looked down, but visually glancing at her lower half solidified it. She was still wearing only the t-shirt and panties she'd gone to bed with. And, while her half-awake mind had deemed that outfit "fully clothed," her fully awake mind begged to differ. Especially since the t-shirt didn't come nearly low enough to obscure her purple striped panties from view.

"Ah heh..." she laughed nervously, now realizing why the maintenance man had been so awkward in his reply. "Let me just, uh, go put on some p-"

But the maintenance man had been doing some realizing of his own. He had overcome his initial shock at finding that the ticketed room's occupant was not only quite a looker, but that she had answered the door only half dressed! An idea struck him as he interrupted her. If he roped her into the repair and didn't give her time to grab any more clothes...

"I'll get on it right away, miss!" he said, loudly dropping his tool bag onto the floor and fishing around in it. "I'm sure that together we'll be able to get this fixed."

"Um, sure," Mackenzie replied, trying to duck back into her room. "I can go, uh, get the key real quick!"

"No need! This will serve for testing the lock out," the man loudly said, sliding a similar looking rectangle of plastic from his belt. "Now, I need you to hold right here if you could."

The man tapped a spot on the metal rectangle below the door handle. Mackenzie hesitated, though. She was trying to think of an excuse to at least go throw some pants on first!

"I..." she trailed off, unsure what to say.

Sure, the maintenance man didn't seem bothered by her lack of pants. But she wasn't exactly thrilled to be standing in the public hallway of the ship like this! But in her moment of indecision, the cruise employee had already whipped out his cordless screwdriver and lined it up with the edge of the mechanism.

"Come on, right here, please!" he urged again, pointing to the spot he wished Mackenzie to hold in place.

Mackenzie let out a small sigh of displeasure, but relented and moved her hand to the indicated spot. She did want her lock fixed, after all. Maybe then she wouldn't have to bump into-

"Mackenzie?" John's now familiar voice came from behind her. "I thought that was you!"

The redhead jumped slightly as she swiveled her head to see John and Rachel emerging from their room next door. Both of their eyes swung downwards to the sight of her panty-clad ass. Rachel's gaze, at least, raised back up to meet Mackenzie's again. John's didn't. Mackenzie moved her free hand down to try and half-heartedly cover her panties.

"Uh, hi there!" she awkwardly chirped. "Finally getting that lock fixed!"

"Caught at an inopportune time, I take it?" Rachel chuckled as she and John approached.

"You could say that!" Mackenzie said, managing a sheepish smile. "But hopefully I won't need to bother you when I'm locked out anymore, at least."

The maintenance man, noticing his lovely assistant was distracted by these two newcomers, decided to capitalize on the opportunity.

"Miss? Hold this, please," he said, handing the electric screwdriver out to her free hand.

"Uh, sure..." she reluctantly accepted, moving her right hand away from her panties to accept the tool.

Mackenzie was slightly bent over, keeping her left hand on the metal device below the door handle. She would have liked to turn her body towards John and Rachel, but that would would've meant bumping her ass into the maintenance man currently crouched to her left. Instead she turned just her head to the right to face them, meaning pretty much the whole hallway could see her ass.

"I'm glad we bumped into you," John said, also seeming to want to keep Mackenzie distracted. "We'll be out of our room most of the morning today, and we wanted to give you a heads up in case you got locked out again."

"But that shouldn't be a problem now if your lock gets fixed," Rachel added.

"Okay, you can let go now," the maintenance man said.

"Uh, right," Mackenzie obliged, releasing her left hand's hold on the device's casing.

But her hand wasn't empty for long, as the employee soon had her holding the removed screws for "safe keeping." After which he immediately requested Mackenzie provide support in another spot. Which was followed by requesting Mackenzie hold the door handle up while he tinkered with something else.

It was a rapidfire series of asks that seemed to keep both her hands busy at all times. Mackenzie had no time to even think about covering her underwear, let alone stepping away to grab some pants! All the while, Rachel tried to keep up a bit of conversation about what they had planned for their day. John mostly just not-so-subtly stared at Mackenzie's legs and ass, despite a few not-so-gentle nudges from his wife.

"Well, I hope you guys have a good time!" Mackenzie said, honestly just hoping for them to leave by that point.

As she said this, the maintenance man handed her the electric screwdriver once again, with Mackenzie reaching across her own body to accept it. This time, however, he had set the tool to stay on, though at its slowest setting. As she took it in her right hand, the metal tip slowly but steadily spun, despite Mackenzie's hand being nowhere near the trigger. And, as she distractedly moved the tool back across her body, things happened exactly as the cruise employee had hoped.

The screwdriver tip got tangled in the loose fabric of Mackenzie's t-shirt. Somewhere around the bottom of the garment, the point ensnared the shirt's fabric and simply kept spinning from there. It began tugging more and more of the shirt towards its tip, creating a seemingly tightening whirlpool of fabric.

"Ah!" Mackenzie exclaimed, belatedly realizing what was happening to her shirt.

The lower half of her shirt was rising and becoming more taut by the second. Already, most of her stomach had been bared to the hallway. The redhead tried to pull the tool away from her shirt, but it was already far too entangled for that to work. She dropped the screws she'd been holding in her left hand, opting to use both hands to try and separate the screwdriver from her top.

Noticing that Mackenzie was seemingly about to have even more wardrobe trouble (and not exactly liking the downright enraptured look in her husband's eyes) Rachel decided it was time for them to make their leave. Immediately.

"Well, we'll leave you both to it then!" the woman abruptly said.

"Huh? We will?" John asked as his wife began dragging him away from the sight of the redhead's apparently shrinking shirt.

"Bye!" was all Mackenzie managed to sputter as she wrestled with the electric tool.

John was able to look over his shoulder just once more as he was forcibly led down the hallway. He had just enough time to see the maintenance man also attempting to separate the screwdriver from the redhead's shirt. And he seemed to be lifting the tool higher and higher in his efforts to do so.

Lucky bastard, John thought as he turned around a corner with his wife, losing sight of the spectacle.