The protection lasts only one hour

"One hour, why?"

"Molly!" Mackenzie whispered as Rachel tugged the shirt against the redhead's resistance, "We took 45 minutes to get to the gym, and another 10 to park."

With that, Rachel pulled Mackenzie's shirt up and off her, wiping her face with it and throwing it to the ground.

"Rachel! Stop doing this!" Mackenzie pleaded, knowing that it would be useless.

"Awww, what's the matter, Mack? Did Marianne give you that outfit? You know, because you can't keep any clothes yourself!" Rachel unbuttoned Mackenzie's jean shorts and hooked her thumbs in the waistband, making extra sure to get her panties in with the mix. With a yank, she pulled everything - panties, shorts, socks, and sneakers - clean off, leaving the redhead in just her bra. As an extra show of dominance, Rachel wiped her legs and the inside of her shirt with the garments, putting them in the waistband of her own shorts as a trophy.

"Rachel! I need those clothes!"

"I need them, too," Rachel countered, "to wipe off my sweat."

Molly looked on hopelessly, until she realized that she had more protection in her back pocket. Whipping it out in just the nick of time, she dipped her finger in it and rubbed the symbol on Mackenzie's torso again, narrowly missing Rachel's arms as she lunged forward to grab Mackenzie's bra. The bra in her hand, Rachel was just about to pull back when Molly finished applying more protection.

Rachel stopped dead in her tracks, looking at her nearly-nude counterpart, her hand grabbing the front of her bra, and the scene she had just caused. The crowd, too, turned its attention towards the scene unfolding before them.

"Hey, what the fuck?" a voice called.

"Ayo, did you just take that lady's clothes off?" another chimed in as Rachel could only hem and haw with a stammer.