The janitor takes out the trash.

Another car slowly rolled by, this time not honking. Mackenzie nervously hopped on her toes, inadvertently shaking her butt at the passerby.

“My bad, sorry,” Mackenzie whispered into Samantha’s ear as she peeked over the blonde’s shoulder.

Mackenzie laid eyes on the janitor from earlier, dragging three giant garbage bags over to the dumpster. Remembering back to when she ran into his cart earlier, Mackenzie blushed, thankful that he somehow hadn’t spotted them yet.

He walked forward away from the door and the duo, dragging two of the bags behind himself. Arriving at his destination, he reached up and flopped the dumpster lid open. It teetered at it’s max height, but fell back down towards him. He hadn’t quite flopped it hard enough.

As the janitor shoved the lid, Mackenzie shoved her fears aside.

Mackenzie hoped he wouldn’t see the barenaked blur zoom by in his peripheral vision, but she threw caution to the wind and made a break for it. She dashed from cover behind Samantha to cover behind three metal Oscar-the-Grouch-style trash cans against the wall.

...Or she would’ve if not for an obvious snag she should’ve foreseen. Halfway to her destination, her hands were pulled back. Mackenzie spun around, remembering Samantha’s hold on her situation. “Eep.” chirped Mackenzie.

Though Samantha wasn’t an immovable object, so when Mackenzie made it to the end of her rope, Samantha held on but got pulled herself as well. She stomped forward a couple steps. Her shoes slamming loudly onto the asphalt.

Again, exactly coinciding with their noise, the janitor loudly flopped the dumpster lid open.

With Samantha’s stumble forward, Mackenzie gained the slack she needed and scurried behind the cans.

Samantha stepped closer and crouched as well, but there wasn’t enough room for both girls behind the cans so she stuck out considerably.

Mackenzie continued hopping on her toes in nervousness while crouched, listening for what the janitor would do next.

“Oh, hello! What are you two doing out here?” said the janitor.

Mackenzie’s hands were shaking. They’d been caught.

“Come on out of there.” the janitor continued.

Mackenzie used her bound hands to cup her boobs, pushing them together. Feelings of pleasure shot through her as she touched her hard nipples. She looked at Samantha, recognizing that these feelings were because of her. Once her top half was sufficiently contained in her cuffed handbra, Mackenzie cringed, closed her eyes, and stood, awaiting her fate.

“I told you two to not come around these parts, get!” said the janitor.

Mackenzie opened her eyes to see the janitor looking the other way and shooing two raccoons down the parking lot. Samantha was still crouched, looking up at Mackenzie with her mouth wide open.

Mackenzie squatted back down behind the cans, blushing furiously. She was absolutely mortified that Samantha had seen her do that.

Samantha scooted in closer, making things very close and personal for the pair. About a quarter of the blonde’s clothed silhouette stuck out the side of their hiding spot.

Peeking over the cans, Mackenzie could see the janitor rub his hands together and grab a giant bag of garbage, heaving it up into the dumpster. Just a few feet ahead, between her hiding spot cans and the janitor’s dumpster, she saw something else. An air conditioned hallway through a propped open door.

With safety tantalizingly close, Mackenzie waited for a chance to bolt through the door.

The janitor turned toward the girls, reaching down and bear hugging another giant bag of garbage. He didn’t see them, but with him facing them, now would be a horrible time to run by.

Worsening the situation, traffic started to pile up at the red light. Two lanes of cars stopped in line. The back of the pack stretched past the hedges, coming to a stop parallel to the cowering couple. Mackenzie was thankful Samantha blocked much of their view, but the naked redhead wished they could sprint inside and out of sight.

Just as she was thinking this, Samantha sidled up closer to the building, revealing a lot of Mackenzie’s naked flesh to the half a dozen cars in direct line of sight. Mackenzie blushed, knowing she had no option but to keep her bound hands over her boobs, keep her legs closed, keep her ass to the wall, and wait for her best opportunity to dash inside.

Mackenzie blushed deeper realizing just how experienced she has become at covering her nudity with her hands. She always seemed to be losing her clothes in all sorts of scenarios, especially the past couple days. She guessed that she probably spent more time blinking than clothed this weekend.

As the janitor reached down for his second bag, Mackenzie was raring to go.

The janitor heaved the second bag up toward the dumpster when disaster struck.

Riiiiiiiip. Sploooooosh.

The plastic of his overstuffed bag tore open. A squelchy splash of gross liquid and garbage splatted across the asphalt.

The janitor sighed and walked toward the door totally defeated. His third large garbage bag sat next to it, and his cart could be seen just inside. He leaned against the dumpster, facing the road. Pulling out and lighting a cigarette, the janitor stood just outside. If the door swung open, it would hit him.

Crap. Can’t I catch a break one of these times? lamented Mackenzie.

“Hey! I like the outfit!” shouted the young man with his window rolled down, not even a dozen feet from the naked and bound redhead, her fully clothed blonde girlfriend, and the demoralized but also fully clothed janitor.

The driver woman slapped the back of passenger man’s head. Mackenzie assumed it was his girlfriend. “Skank!” she yelled out the window before scolding her man.

Samantha flipped her off. Mackenzie’s heart fluttered at Sam coming to her defense.

With the strangers now speaking at a normal volume, it was hard to make out what they said without them shouting out the window. The man could barely be heard saying “C’mon lighten up babe, we should try some kinky stuff like that...”

“What? You guys talking to me?” the janitor halfheartedly asked. With a shrug, he didn’t move from his spot and still puffed his cigarette.

The car riders didn’t hear him and drove off when the light turned green a few moments later. The rest of traffic moved along with them, most of whom were gawking and pointing Mackenzie out to their less observant fellow passengers. One SUV drifted into the adjacent lane, and zipped back to its own lane after being honked at by everyone nearby.

With the herd of ogling travelers driving off, Mackenzie breathed a little easier.

Samantha turned her attention back to Ralph, with Mackenzie hiding behind her. This time the troublemaker thankfully kept her mischievous hands to herself.

“My bad, sorry,” Mackenzie whispered into Samantha’s ear.

Oh really? Your bad, huh? thought Samantha, You’re lucky you’re cute.

Ralph was dragging two of his three bags over to the dumpster, facing away from the pair.

Samantha anxiously stressed over what kind of excuse she could have for parading Mackenzie around naked and tied up out back of their work in broad daylight.

The skin condition thing from earlier doesn't explain us being outside. Locked out doesn't work either because, although Mackenzie doesn't know about my keys, Ralph knows I always have them on me. Some sort of prank doesn't make sense, because again I have the keys. I can't really condone outdoor public nudity off the premises earlier, so a nudism angle doesn't really work. Argh! Samantha's mind explored all the possibilities.

He pushed the dumpster lid open, but it teetered and flopped back down. Ralph hadn’t quite opened it hard enough.

Samantha prepared to speedwalk past him as soon as he lifted the bags. She grasped harder onto the towel as she watched him shove the lid open.

A barenaked blur zoomed by Samantha. Mackenzie was dashing for a hiding spot behind the trash cans against the wall!

Samantha was readying herself to go further down the parking lot past Ralph, and was caught totally by surprise by this sudden action.

Mackenzie got to the end of her rope and whirled back around, hands toward Samantha. “Eep.” chirped Mackenzie.

The surprised Samantha herself was yoinked forward a couple steps. Her shoes slamming loudly onto the asphalt.

Thankfully, Ralph’s dumpster lid covered up the noise.

Mackenzie now had the slack she needed. Her cute perky butt bounced as she scurried behind the cans.

Samantha followed the jiggles, quickly crouching behind the squatted Mackenzie. Samantha grimaced as she stuck out considerably from their small hiding spot.

All worry left her mind as Mackenzie continued hopping on her toes. Her nice round cheeks bobbed up and down as they hid.

“Oh, hello! What are you two doing out here?” said Ralph.

Samantha perked up, painfully dragging her eyes away from the mesmerizing sight before her.

“Come on out of there.” he continued. Who is he talking to? Why is he looking the other way? thought Samantha.

Mackenzie cupped her boobs, turned her head to look at Samantha, bit her lip, turned back around, and stood up.

“I told you two to not come around these parts, get!” said Ralph.

Ralph shooed two raccoons further down the parking lot. Mackenzie looked down at the still crouched Samantha.

Samantha’s mouth hung open, flabbergasted at the lengths her girlfriend was willing to take this hobby.

I don’t know what to make of this girl, thought the perplexed Samantha. Mackenzie squatted back down behind the cans.

Samantha scooted in closer, making things very close and personal for the pair. About a quarter of the blonde’s clothed silhouette stuck out the side of the cans. Samantha was tempted to smack the booty that was so tantalizingly smackable, but ultimately controlled herself.

Ralph rubbed his hands together, and heaved a giant bag of garbage into the dumpster.

Samantha tried to make heads or tails of what was going on in Mackenzie’s head, studying her body language. She was eyeing the open door. Why doesn’t she just run inside? thought Samantha.

Traffic began to pileup at the red light, stretching past the hedges directly into line of sight of the duo. Mackenzie looked at the cars, then lowered her head. Hmm? Disappointed? Why would she be… oh, I get it, thought Samantha.

Samantha sidestepped closer to the building, revealing Mackenzie fully to the line of cars waiting at the red light. The naked redhead blushed furiously and covered up.

Samantha noted how experienced she was at covering herself with her hands, even with her hands bound. Hands crossed cupping her boobs, legs closed tight, ass to the wall.

Samantha’s mind wandered, wondering just how many similar adventures her new girlfriend has already been on. It was Samantha’s turn to blush as her imagination ran wild with Mackenzie’s past adventures. Shopping for groceries but her shopping cart ate her outfit! Setting up a bank account in person but whoops she forgot her clothes! Riding on a hang glider but oops her outfit is snagged at the takeoff point! Swimming with sharks and then boom they ate her wetsuit! Okay, maybe I need to workshop some of these, thought Samantha, smiling to herself.

Mackenzie looked like she was about to bolt inside, as Ralph reached down and heaved his second bag up toward the dumpster.

Riiiiiiiip. Sploooooosh.

The plastic of his overstuffed bag tore open. A squelchy splash of gross liquid and garbage splatted across the asphalt.

Mackenzie lost her chance, but really still could've made it in the commotion. Samantha wondered why she hesitated if she seemed so fixated on the door.

Ralph sighed and walked toward the door totally defeated. His third large garbage bag sat next to it, and his cart could be seen just inside. He leaned against the dumpster, facing the road. Pulling out and lighting a cigarette, Ralph stood just outside. If the door swung open, it would hit him.

I wish it would hit you. I scolded you last week for propping it open, lazy bastard! thought Samantha. She was taken out of boss mode when she heard a heckle coming from the street.

“Hey! I like the outfit!” shouted a young man through his rolled down window, less than a dozen feet from the 2/3 clothed trio.

Samantha was about to whisper her agreement when the driver woman slapped the back of passenger man’s head. “Skank!” she yelled out the window before scolding her man.

Samantha flipped her off. She almost walked closer to have a shouting match with this stranger, but stopped herself last second to stay hidden from Ralph.

With the strangers now speaking at a normal volume, it was hard to make out what they said without them shouting out the window. The man could barely be heard saying “C’mon lighten up babe, we should try some kinky stuff like that...”

Samantha blushed at that. They don't know the half of it, thought Samantha.

“What? You guys talking to me?” Ralph halfheartedly asked. With a shrug, he didn’t move from his spot and still puffed his cigarette.

The car riders didn’t hear him and drove off when the light turned green a few moments later. The rest of traffic moved along with them, most of whom were gawking and pointing Mackenzie out to their less observant fellow passengers. One SUV drifted into the adjacent lane, and zipped back to its own lane after being honked at by everyone nearby.

Damn, this hottie’s out here almost causing accidents. We better get inside before this gets out of hand, thought Samantha.

With the herd of ogling travelers driving off, Samantha remained in defensive boss mode and was ready to get down to business.