She loses the underwear

Mackenzie stood there, dressed in just a button-up shirt, praying that no one would walk by while she waited for Ryan. And sure enough, at that moment one of the theater doors banged open and a stream of people began pouring out of a movie that had just finished.

"Shit!" Mackenzie hissed as she looked around for a place to hide. She tried the handle of a nearby door, and found it unlocked. The shirt-clad girl yanked it open and dashed inside the dim room, apparently a small janitor's closet. In her hurry, she crashed into a janitor's cart and went tumbling to the ground, her hip aching. Mackenzie quickly rose back to her feet and pulled the door shut behind her as fast as she could. She even locked the knob for good measure.

The redhead gave a sigh of relief as she realized she was safely out of sight from the oncoming crowd. That relief was short lived, however, as a sudden soft but unmistakable SCHRIIP sound echoed through the small room. As Mackenzie felt the soft rustle of fabric sliding down her legs, she didn't even need to look down to know that her pilfered panties had ripped. They had likely torn slightly due to her hip catching on a sharp edge of the cart in her tumble. And the rip worked its way along the tight fabric from there until the entire side of the panties were torn through.

Mackenzie gave a weary sigh as she lowered her head to stare at the ruined black fabric around her ankles. Just as she was trying to imagine how to ride home with Ryan in just a shirt and no panties, she heard a muffled voice on the other side of the door.

"Can't believe I've gotta be the one to clean that mess up..." The doorknob jostled as someone tried to open the door. "Who the hell locked this?!"

Oh shit! Mackenzie thought, I've gotta hide!

But the room was so small there was nowhere for the bottomless girl to hide! Nowhere except maybe under the shelf of cleaning supplies...

Mackenzie wasted no time in dropping to the floor and looking under the shelves. There was a very small gap below the bottom shelf, but she was just able to fit into it. As the sound of a key sliding into a keyhole emanated from the door, Mackenzie began sliding herself out of sight. It felt dangerously slow, but she was able to drag herself fully underneath the shelves. The bottom shelf pressed into her as she felt her torso sliding across the dusty and dirty tile floor. One tile's corner was sticking up slightly and it scratched uncomfortably against Mackenzie's chest. She didn't realize it yet, but it had just torn through the front of Mackenzie's stolen bra.

The door opened and Mackenzie could see a pair of shoes enter the room. The janitor cart began rolling out of the room when the shoes paused. "What's this?" the man asked before bending down to pick up the ruined black panties that had fallen off Mackenzie's feet in her haste. He chucked them in the cart's trash as he closed the door behind him.

Mackenzie waited a few seconds before beginning to slide forward again. Ryan was likely out of the bathroom by now and she wanted to get the hell out of dodge! The tile's corner dug into her body as she slid over it. Mackenzie grimaced but **** herself to keep going as the pointy tip dragged along her sternum and down her stomach. Unbeknownst to her, the sharp edge of the tile was snapping each button of Mackenzie's borrow shirt, one by one. Mackenzie emerged and rose to her feet, shirt now missing all its buttons, before quickly exiting the janitor's closet.

She saw Ryan standing there and felt relief wash over her. But that relief vanished as Ryan got a familiar startled yet awed expression on his face and his eyes darted downwards. "Uh... Mackenzie..." he said.

Dreading what she'd see, Mackenzie glanced down at herself and, with no small amount of surprise and horror, found that the shirt she was wearing gaped wide open, exposing a three inch strip of pale skin all the way down her body. Mackenzie's pussy was completely visible and Ryan was staring right at it!

Mackenzie let out a noise between a squeak and a whimper as she scrambled to close the shirt and regain a bit of her modesty. Ryan had seen her most intimate spot! And he was far from the only one tonight. As one final form of indignity, Mackenzie's sudden motion had sent the torn and loosened bra wobbling and the clasp quickly came loose from the slack. The two separate bra halves slid off Mackenzie's stooped shoulders and pooled around her elbows, virtually useless now.

"Lets, uh, get you home." Ryan said as he tentatively led Mackenzie toward the exit. Mackenzie, with her face almost as red as her hair, nodded furiously. She let Ryan lead her along while she clutched her shirt closed with both hands. Even with her hand clamping the garment together at the bottom, each step came dangerously close to revealing her pussy to the world since the shirt was barely long enough to cover her womanhood.

Luckily, the crowd was completely gone, and only a few people took notice of Mackenzie's underdressed state as Ryan protectively led her out of the mall. On the way Mackenzie stopped and threw the two broken bra halves into a trash can, useless as they were now.

The brisk night air was especially chilling for Mackenzie as the two walked to Ryan's car. Mackenzie didn't even notice the small thread that fell out of the passenger door when she opened it. The same thread that had started her night off so poorly to begin with. Mackenzie carefully sat down, making sure she was as covered as possible given the circumstances. She kept her head down in shame and embarrassment as Ryan started the car and began the ride home.