The rip in Mackenzie's turtleneck widens

It was only when Mackenzie stepped into the steakhouse that she remembered that Corey had kept their dining location a surprise for her. It was a dimly lit, rustic looking place, with plenty of large hunks of wood making up its interior. And given her current state of dress, Mackenzie couldn't have been more thrilled to be in a restaurant that would make it harder for any other dining patrons to get a good look at her nearly exposed lower half. And there were plenty of other customers out to eat that night, it seemed.

As Mackenzie nervously tugged her turtleneck low enough to keep both her front and back covered, she followed Corey over to the host. She didn't even notice the wink the uniformed man shot Corey before leading them both over to a booth in the far back corner of the restaurant. She felt extra apprehensive passing by all the packed tables with every inch of her legs on display, but that apprehension quickly began fading as she scooched into the relative seclusion of the booth seat.

Unfortunately, her turtleneck wasn't long enough to cover her bottom once she was sitting down. The cold leather of the seat briefly made her shiver slightly. After all, her thong didn't do anything to help her bare cheeks from fully meeting the smooth material of the seat. But even that discomfort was quickly passing. Mackenzie also wasted no time in unwrapping her napkin and placing it over her lap, covering the front half of her underwear adequately for the moment.

She sighed, allowing herself to relax only a bit. From the waist up, she looked perfectly decent. And now it would be difficult for anyone else to get more than a look at her bare thigh from the side. The redhead briefly lamented not bringing her purse along too, as she could have set that beside her, and completely shielding her bare skin from view. But she already felt much more covered than she had even a few moments prior.

"This, uh, place looks nice," she said to Corey as they both settled in. In truth, she normally would have described it more accurately as "dingy" but in that moment, she was glad for its atmosphere.

"Mm, yeah," he replied, reaching for one of the placed menus, "a buddy of mine knows the owner here."

Before Mackenzie could think of a polite followup, their waiter arrived to take their drink orders.

"Oh I'm ready to put the whole order in actually," Corey said. "I'll have a coke and the Classic Steakhouse Dinner, medium rare."

"Excellent," the waiter said before turning his attention to Mackenzie, "and for you, miss?"

"Oh, uh," she found herself caught off guard. She hadn't even had a chance to open her menu yet! "Water's fine for me, but I might need a bit more time to pick my food-"

"Oh it's fine, Mackenzie, don't worry about it," Corey interrupted. He addressed the waiter, "She'll have the Classic Steakhouse Dinner too."

And before she could even say a word in response, Corey plucked the menu out of her hands and handed it back to the waiter. He took the menus and departed.

"Corey..." Mackenzie said with a scoff. She wasn't exactly happy that he had just ordered for her like that.

"Sorry if that was abrupt, but it's fine, really," he said, not sounding too sorry. "That's the best bang for your buck on the whole menu. Trust me, I know! You get the full package: wedge salad, baked potatoes, these onion rings that are t-"

Corey suddenly cut himself off, his gaze aimed smack dab at Mackenzie's chest. This sent off alarm bells for the redhead.

"What?" she nervously said, already glancing down at her shirt.

"You've, uh, got a hole in your shirt there," he said, pointing at her left breast.

Sure enough, there was a circular hole, roughly two inches in diameter. Unbeknownst to Mackenzie, it had been the result of her earlier run-in with the bark of a tree by the parking lot.

"Shit!" she hissed, trying to pull the fabric together. Luckily, it was located on the upper part of her boob, so it wasn't about to immediately expose anything critical. But it still filled Mackenzie with dread all the same.

"Hey, hey, Mackenzie, it's fine." Corey offered, trying to calm her down.

"No it's not fine Corey!" she snapped. He looked surprised at her exclamation for a second, then slightly affronted. Mackenzie sighed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap like that. I just... ugh! I wish this wouldn't keep happening! I've got some safety pins in my purse. Maybe I should-"

But she was interrupted again, this time by the waiter arriving with their drinks and salads. Mackenzie kept a hand covering the hole in her shirt and a blush covering her face until the man left.

"Look," Corey said, already digging in on his salad, "why don't we just go get your safety pins after we're done here? Nobody else can even really see you right now but me. ...And I've seen plenty more of you than that," he added with a lecherous wink.

Mackenzie gave a wry chuckle at that comment. He was certainly right about that part at least.

"I guess..." she relented. She reluctantly let go of the hole in her shirt and began eating her salad as well. And, it seemed, Corey was right. From that angle and lighting, no one could even notice that she had a small hole in her shirt! So, Mackenzie let herself relax a bit once again and enjoy the meal with Corey.

The next few courses of their meal all came and went without incident. And, Mackenzie had to admit, the food really was rather good! But, about halfway through her steak, she accidentally knocked her spoon off the table with her elbow.

"Oops!" Mackenzie said, immediately bending down to retrieve it. Then, disaster struck.

The edge of the hole in her turtleneck got caught on the rough wooden table's edge as she bent down. And with a soft SHRIIIP! sound, it was torn much wider. By the time Mackenzie was sitting back up straight, she knew something was wrong by the way Corey's jaw was hanging wide open. She nervously glanced down at her chest and was utterly dismayed to see her entire left breast on display!

Mackenzie gasped and rushed to cover her bosom with both her hands.

"PLEASE tell me this isn't really happening," she said aloud.

"No complaints here," Corey chuckled, recovering a bit of his senses.

"Corey this is not funny!!" Mackenzie whispered, despite no one nearby likely being able to hear her anyway. "I've... I've got safety pins in my purse. I-I can fix this!"

But, of course, her purse was out in Corey's car.

"Corey," she said, leaning in towards him (though making sure not to come in contact with the table again), "I need your help. Can you go get my purse from your car?"

"What? Why don't you get it?" he asked, already spearing another piece of meat with his fork.

"Because my boob's popped out of my shirt!" she hissed, surprised she even needed to state the obvious.

"Ah, alright," Corey said. He wasn't fully following Mackenzie's logic there. After all, why had she torn her shirt like that if she didn't want people to see her exposed? But, then again, he figured this was all part of her act somehow. "I'll go grab it."

Corey stood up and began sliding out of the booth. Mackenzie's mind was still reeling, but she was beginning to regain enough cognitive function to at least plot a few steps ahead. With this big of a hole, she'd likely need to take the shirt off entirely to have even a chance of salvaging it. And even the seclusion of their booth wasn't going to be enough to keep her out of sight if she was wearing nothing but a thong!

"Once you have it," she told him, "meet me in the women's room."

"You got it!" Corey said, excitement immediately returning to his voice. He made for the restaurant's entrance with some genuine energy in his steps. Mackenzie, meanwhile, shuffled off to the back of the restaurant, covering her breast with both hands.

Mackenzie was envisioning using a stall in the restroom to safely remove and repair the shirt. Corey, on the other hand, was envisioning something else going down in the women's room...