The hot tub malfunctions, trapping Mackenzie

The dozen college-aged kids spent the next half-hour luxuriating in the hot tub. They'd occasionally hop out to get another drink, hit the bathroom, or even jump into the snow to cool off. But eventually, they began to trickle back into the house, one by one. Or rather, two by two. By this point the pairs had been fairly well established, with a thrilled Mackenzie ending up with Mason and an equally happy Amy ending up with Nate. The only one who seemed displeased with the results of the evening was Jess, who kept casting occasional forlorn looks at Mackenzie instead of the cute guy wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

Eventually, it was down to just Mackenzie and Mason, sitting side by side in the hot tub. He'd taken advantage of the solitude to cop a few gentle feels over Mackenzie's bikini. And Mackenzie wasn't complaining in the slightest. She'd been running her hands all over Mason's chest and abs as well. Basically, Mackenzie was thrilled with how the party was going so far. Though, by this point her head was swimming from the **** and spending so long in the hot tub.

But eventually, Mason took his arms away from Mackenzie's body and moved to stand up. "As much as I'd love to stay here, I've seriously hit my limit." He rose and hoisted himself back onto the deck. "Are you coming in?"

Mackenzie was about to agree, but as she tried to rise from her seated position, she felt something holding her in place. She tried again but found she couldn't move her back away from the jacuzzi's wall!

What the fuck? she cursed internally. Why can't I move?!

"Mackenzie? You okay?" Mason asked upon seeing the worry creep onto her face.

"Oh! Yeah fine! Totally fine!" Mackenzie quickly said, not wanting to reveal that she might have been stuck at the moment. "I just figured I'd stay in for another minute or two. Go ahead, I'll see you inside!"

"Oookay..." he said warily as he dried off with a towel and stepped back inside. Once he was out of sight, Mackenzie began fumbling behind her back, trying to figure out what was holding her in place.

Thanks to a minor malfunction in the older hot tub, the jet directly between Mackenzie's shoulder blades had somehow switched modes and begun draining instead. The powerful suction, which the semi-dazed redhead hadn't noticed until now, was aimed right at her upper back, anchoring her in place!

Oh, come ON! Mackenzie griped. She continued struggling, trying to pull away from the inverted jet. But, even pressing both arms against the wall, she didn't budge. Only now did she begin to regret not asking for Mason's help after all. She had to figure a way out of this!