She uses the bottom of her shirt as a belt

Mackenzie gazed around the break room. There wasn't much to it. A few tables surrounding by a dozen or so chairs, and a small sink and counter in the corner. Mackenzie wandered across the empty room and pulled open the single drawer next to the sink. The redhead wasn't sure what she was even looking for, but she knew she hadn't found it. Inside were a few utensils, pens, and a pair of scissors.

After wracking her brain for several minutes, an idea occurred to Mackenzie. She grabbed the old scissors, sat down on a chair, and untied her apron. Then she carefully aligned the scissors with the bottom of her shirt. If Mackenzie could cut off a strip of the green fabric, maybe she could use that to hold her pants up! After a minute of careful snipping, Mackenzie's shirt was an inch shorter and she held a strip of fabric in her hands. She threaded it through the belt loops of her jeans and tied the two ends together in a tentative knot. After standing up and moving around, the "belt" seemed to hold together, because Mackenzie's pants stayed on her hips!

A few minutes later Mackenzie's break ended and she headed back out to resume making drinks. Her makeshift belt seemed to hold up okay as she walked back and forth to the counter. But then, just a few minutes before the 2 o'clock rush was about to begin, disaster struck again.

As Mackenzie turned and began heading for the pickup counter, her metal nametag caught on the edge of the drink machines again. There was a quick SHRIP and the sensation of a slight tug, but nothing more to alert Mackenzie to her newest misfortune. She glanced down as she arrived at the counter and was shocked into silence. The left side of her shirt had torn again, once again widening the hole from earlier. Now it was wide enough to allow Mackenzie's breast to be seen in its entirety.

The nearby students waiting for their drinks gasped as they were treated to the sight of one of Mackenzie's amazing boobs. She awkwardly clapped her free hand over the freed breast and softly called out the drink order before placing it in the nearby tray and hustling out of sight.

"Oh god please no!" Mackenzie whined as she began trying to pin her torn shirt back together.

"Next rush is coming up," Emily said as she returned. "Oh yeah, I wouldn't pin that right to your shirt. These things are cheap as fuck. The practically rip if you sneeze too hard."

"Thanks..." Mackenzie muttered, noticing that Emily's nametag was instead pinned to her apron. It sure would've been good advice to hear at the start of her shift. Mackenzie partially succeeded in obscuring her boob from sight, although the hole still bared the upper left part of her chest.

As the line began swarming, the two girls then resumed their earlier roles; Emily made the drinks and Mackenzie delivered them two at a time. Things continued to move along fine, right up until the thin strip of fabric around Mackenzie's waist ripped. Her belt was once again ruined and her jeans slowly began slipping.

"Number 456 and 4-SHIT!" Mackenzie exclaimed when her pants dropped, inadvertently drawing even more attention to herself. She set the two drinks on the counter, not even bothering to wait for their recipients, and pulled her pants back up. It looked like Mackenzie was going to be flashing her underwear again during the rush.

She grabbed the next two drinks and turned around quickly, ready to speed back to the pickup counter. But then Emily grabbed the back of Mackenzie's shirt, halting the girl in her footsteps.

"Uh uh," she said while shaking her head. "We're not doing this pants drop routine again." Even as she spoke Mackenzie's pants fell to the floor again.

"Emily! What are you doing?!" Mackenzie asked.

"I'm not gonna have you tripping over yourself and spilling drinks and slowing us down again." The brunette crouched down and grabbed the piled up pants. "Step out of them."

"What? I'm not going to-"

"STEP. OUT. OF. THEM." Emily said in a commanding tone. Mackenzie hesitated for a moment before complying. She pulled her feet out of the baggy garment while Emily held the jeans in place. Then, she folded them up and placed them in a nearby corner. "There. Now you can prance around without your pants and not slow us down."

"I don't want to walk around without my pants!" Mackenzie whined, but Emily was already focused on making more drinks. And so, Mackenzie began delivering the drink orders without any pants on at all. Her apron partially hid her white panties from view, but every time the redhead turned around her adoring audience got a lovely glimpse at her curvy ass. And her audience was growing by the minute.