She winds up wearing nothing but the visor

"Yeah, a donut. You know, round doughy things? Have a hole in the middle?" the girl in front of the counter snarkily replied.

"Um... w-we're actually out of..." Mackenzie began lying, hoping to find some way she wouldn't have to turn around and step away from the counter.

"I can literally see them right there," the girl said, pointing at the racks full of donuts several feet behind the bottomless redhead.

Mackenzie gulped. Her mind was racing as she tried to come up with some kind of excuse, but she ultimately came up empty. With a weary sigh, she turned to retrieve the customer's donut. The gasps followed almost immediately. The dozens of students on the other side of the counter had all just gotten an eyeful of Mackenzie's exposed ass. She could have tried to cover it, but it wouldn't have mattered for what came next, as she needed both hands to grab and bag the customer's donut. She did, at least, hold the bag in front of her pussy when she turned back around to walk back to the counter.

"Here you go..." she muttered, trying not to sound mortified that she had just let a room full of college students know she was bottomless behind the counter. The girl waggled her eyebrows and smiled lasciviously, but said nothing further as she walked off.

As the surge of customers progressed, there wasn't a single person who didn't order a donut, bagel, or some other type of baked good. Each and every time, Mackenzie was forced to plod over to the shelves behind her, baring her curvy behind for the crowd to see, and retrieve their order. She hoped that Chad or another employee might come over to help her, but no one did.

Mackenzie realized early on that her socks, still slippery from whatever she'd stepped in while losing her panties, needed to be removed. Otherwise she would absolutely end up slipping and falling. She reluctantly did so, leaving her in nothing but the apron tentatively wrapped around her chest and the visor on her head.

While Mackenzie was wallowing in her embarrassment, disaster felt it prudent to befall the eternally luckless redhead once more. A student dropped their ID card on the other side of the counter, where it landed beside Mackenzie's feet. Without even thinking about it, Mackenzie crouched down to pick it up. But, as she rose back up, her apron-turned-tube-top brushed too close to the counter. There, still planted from the SSFC's earlier trick, was the powerful magnet, still stuck to the underside of the counter. The staples in the apron abruptly halted as they came into contact with the magnet, even as Mackenzie's torso still rose. And so, as Mackenzie resumed her standing position, the flimsy excuse for a top was now trapped around her hips.

The crowd went ballistic at the sight of Mackenzie's lovely, round breasts suddenly popping into view. Her rosy pink nipples had been properly stiff for quite some time already, as Mackenzie had been braving the cold air in next to no clothing once again. And now they stood out prominently, for all the world to see, with most lucky patrons capturing the glorious spectacle on video.

"NOOO!" Mackenzie shouted, cupping her breasts and crouching down behind the counter, out of instinct. But this only served to rip through her hastily assembled apron-top, leaving ripped and useless green fabric still dangling from the counter. And so, Mackenzie found herself at her new job, surrounded by ravenous customers, completely naked. Well, except for the visor still on her head. She peeked her deeply red face above the counter, only to find an expectant boy waiting in front of her.

"Well?" he demanded. "Are you going to take my order or what?"

"I... um..." Mackenzie muttered as she hesitantly rose from behind the counter, hands still clutching her voluptuous boobs.

"Two glazed donuts and a large black iced coffee," he said, matter of factly, before adding, "Oh, and I love the changes you made to that boring old uniform."

Mackenzie paused, unsure what to do. And then, to many people's disbelief (not the least of which was her own) Mackenzie shyly said, "O-okay." And then, she turned to grab the boy's donuts. She could hardly believe it, but Mackenzie found herself continuing to perform her job while naked! She wasn't sure if it was her sense of pride, her desperation for the money, or if she was maybe finally becoming accustomed to being exposed in public. Or perhaps some combination of the three. But for the next ten minutes, Mackenzie carried on taking orders, hands constantly shifting to cover whichever part of her body was most in view of her adoring crowd, many of whom began shouting.

"Looking hot as always, streaker!"

"Work it, girl!"

"Damn, when did this cafe start selling buns like those?!"

The humiliation was intense for poor Mackenzie, and that was saying something, considering everything she'd been through the past year and a half! But still, she stuck it out and carried on fulfilling orders. Perhaps that was what was most embarrassing of all. She wasn't even trying to flee, but was carrying on with the job! There were now scores of people crowding around the counter, most with their phones out, and all blatantly ogling her nude form. No matter where she looked, she couldn't escape the leering gaze of someone. How had things managed to go so disastrously again?! Mackenzie had taken this job in the first place to try and get a bit more cash, given how broke she was. But instead of allowing her to buy more clothes, so far this job had only managed to destroy more of her few remaining clothes!

It was when a customer walked up to the counter, phone blatantly pointing right at Mackenzie's bare chest, and asked, "Hey Mackenzie, can you jiggle your tits for me?" that it all became too much for the redhead. As if she finally snapped back to her senses, Mackenzie dropped the bag of bagels she'd been holding, gave a mortified shriek, and bolted for the back exit of the cafe. She managed to find her shoes and coat sitting where she'd left them on her way out, but nothing else.

She could hear Ben shouting behind her, "Mackenzie! Where are you going?! Your shift's not over yet!" but Mackenzie didn't care. She had to get out of there. Even if it meant sprinting across campus bottomless with just her coat hastily pulled on and a visor on her head.