She follows the maid.

Mackenzie's bare feet slapped against the concrete path as she held to large pillow against her naked body with both hands. Her eyes wondered towards her surroundings, on one side the Belleza Revelada Resort Hotel sat on the far side of a field of freshly cut grass and decorative palm trees. On the other sat a wild untamed brush that served as the border between the hotel and ocean. An ocean breeze blow through the brush and blasted Mackenzie's body sending her hair flying and sending a chill down her spine. The sun had fully set, and night had fallen however the light emulating from the hotel as well as small ground lights illuminated Mackenzies way.

"I hope the night at least makes me harder to spot," The Redhead squealed still reeling from her 'show' at the outdoor lounge. She pushed those thoughts away and focused on her current mission, finding that towel toting maid as quickly as possible! Mackenzie had hoped she'd have been just around the corner from the lounge but after running down the main exterior path she had found no one. The hotel grounds were like a maze of pathways separated by fences and decorative bushes zig zagged everywhere leading to barbecue pits, multiple pools and hot tubs, and even a nearby golf course. Yet the maid and her cart were nowhere to be seen. Still Mackenzie refused to give up. She had yet to see a path leading back into the hotel. The maid had to be out here somewhere, and Mackenzie was going to find her!

Mackenzie's search brought her to one side of a large hedge blocking her view. The stood up on her toes, barely able to look over but she managed to see it! A flash of white uniform between the swaying palms in the distance. The maid was pushing her cart down a side path leading off the hotel grounds toward the private beach, her back turned.

"Wait," Mackenzie called trying to get the maids attention but she was too far. The brown skinned woman continued on her way until she was out of sight.

Mackenzie growled in frustration as her toes curled agaisnt the warm concrete. Well at least she knew where the maid was just not how to get there. She examined the hedge, the thick deep wall of leaves and branches looked nearly impassable, at least not without significant...poking. She'd just have to go around. However just as she turned to start running down the length of the wall a sound cut through the night, a sharp, delighted gasp from somewhere behind her.

"Oh my god—is that—?!"

Mackenzie’s stomach lurched. She whipped her head around just enough to catch a flicker of movement near the lounge’s tiki torches, two-woman frozen mid-step, their cocktails glinting under the fairy lights. One pointed. The other laughed. "Nice butt," she said.

Wordlessly Mackenzie spun around grasping her pillow so tightly she feared it would brake in half. She had been caught, again. Well at least this time is was jsit by fellow woman. Mackenzie inhaled, wanting to explain herself , but just then a wolf whistle sliced through the humid night air, sharp and mocking. Her bare feet skidded against the concrete as she pivoted, the pillow slipping just enough to expose a sliver of flushed skin before she yanked it back. Two more figures, these one's men, grinned like sharks spotting chum. She was trapped on both sides.

"Looking for a party, sweetheart?" the man called, his voice dripping with amusement. "God I love this island. The other giggled, phone already half-raised, the glow of the screen reflecting in his wide, gleeful eyes.

Mackenzie didn’t hesitate. She needed to get away and their was only one way. With a **** lunge, she hurled herself sideways into the hedge, the pillow slipping from her grip as thorny branches clawed at her bare skin. Leaves slapped her face, twigs snapping beneath her frantic movements as she **** her way through the dense foliage. The sharp scent of crushed greenery filled her nose, and a stray branch snagged her hair, yanking her head back with a stinging jerk. She gasped but kept pushing, her heart hammering as the muffled shrieks of the onlookers grew louder behind her.

Then—sudden freedom.

Too much freedom.

Mackenzie's arms floated a foot away from her body, fingers grasping at empty air where the pillow should have been. Her face turned crimson as her mouth sat open. It was gone, lost somewhere in the tangle of branches behind her. The realization hit like ice water: she was completely exposed.

Immediately Mackenzie turned around to try and russle through the shrubbery for her cover. Her ONLY cover. She ripped through branches and leafs looking for that distinctive white fabric superimposed against the green. She found nothing, but she heard something.

"What was her problem?" A female voice asked. "If she didn't wanna be gawked at don't go around naked. Am I right?"

"Look she left her pillow behind." Another female voice called.

"Mind if we take that?" One of the drunks asked.

"Heh, think I might help with our sleep."

Mackenzie curled her lips and tried not to scream. She didn't even want to think what those perverts planned to do with her pillow. And she didn't have time to. She was fully naked one again and needed to get catch that maid yesterday. So Mackenzie clamped her arms against her privates once again and sprinted across the grassy field.

A second later she was on the narrow service trail leading to the beach. It was dimly lit by solar lamps that flickering on and off as she passed like playful fireflies. Warm sand squished between her toes as she skidded to a stop, a stark contrast to the cool night air. She quickly jogged to the end of the path hoping to find the

Mackenzie’s pulse roared in her ears as she scanned the path. She saw the maid in the distance swapping old towels from beach chairs with fresh ones from her cart. And between the redhead and her savior were dozens of beachgoers who apparently decided they wanted to do some moon tanning tonight. Mackenzie again had to stymie a scream.

She just stood there. Mackenzie Fairbairn completely naked. The only cover fornher bare skin being more bare skin. She wasn't sure she could do it again. March butt naked past a crowd of people for the tenth time that day. She needed at least something. One module of cover. Just to keep a.few inches of flesh hidden. Was that too much to ask!

Then, almost as an answer to her prayers, she noticed them. A pair of potted palms placed on either end of the trailheads like silent sentinels. They were squat things, with spiky leaves and short trunks. They sat in heavy clay pots that looked almost immovable. Mackenzie was about to find out just how immovable.

***

The maid dutifully swapped out the ebach towels one by one. Quixkly pulling off the old and delicately setting the new. It was meticulously work, it was unthanked work, heck is was likely unnecessary work but it granted her a reasonably paycheck so she didn't complain. The remaining beachgoers, the one's who'd stayed past sundown to drink beer or look at crabs or whatever nonsense foreigners did. They left her alone as always, only bothering her with their wild hooting and holloring now and then. In fact they had just now started a new wave of excited cheers. She wasn't sure what as she was too dedicated to her work to check what had excited them so. In hindsight that was a mistake.

"M-ma'am?" A feminine voice grunted clearly addressing her.

The maid sighed expecting to have to explain to another tourist from a landlocked nation how beaches worked, instead she turned around and saw something odd. Standing before her was a redheaded white woman as naked as the day she was born. Nothing unusual about that here but for soem reason she was grasping on of the hotels decrotive palms agaisnt her body. Its spiky razor leaves stretched out across her chest, which based on the woman's expression must have been quite painful. Her legs were spread out, knees bend, trying to uphold the weight of the clay pot covering her crotch. Her arms were shaking something fierce making it clear she couldn't hold them much longer. The maids suspicions were confirmed when the pot began to slightly fall from her grasp exposing more of the woman's cleavage and insighting a panicked squeal from her.

“Señorita, are you—?” The maid began to ask but she didn’t let him finish. “Towels!” The word burst out of the redhead like a deflating balloon. “I just—please—need towels!” Her face burned hotter than a bonfire.

The potted plant began to slip another inch, the weight was clearly too much for the young woman. The maid blinked at her, a stack of folded linens balanced on her hip. She didn't notice the woman pleadfully eyeballing them. "But señorita," she said slowly, eyeing Mackenzie's ****-grip oththe clay pot, "the whole resort is clothing optional. Why are you—?" She gestured vaguely at the air around them with her free hand.

The Redhead's grip tightened around the base of the pot. She was barely holding on. Words barely trickled out of her mouth between **** grunts. "Because I—that is—" A bead of sweat trickled down her temple as several beachgoers began to circle them some pulling out cameras to take pictures. The maid suddenly remembering not all foreigners saw nudity as something average. "Please," she hissed through clenched teeth, "just the towels."