Working on one of the cars

Since Mackenzie now had a second set of hands, she figured they might as well work on one of the two cars she'd been trying to fix. Her motorcycle always felt like a more personal project anyway. So, she led her temporary assistant over to the white four-door sedan sitting at the end of her workshop.

"I see you've chosen pink today," Brandon said, nonchalantly.

"Wh-What do you mean?!" Mackenzie said, startled and assuming Brandon was talking about her choice of underwear. How had he known? Was he somehow watching her before he came in, when her jumpsuit had been falling apart?

In response, Brandon simply pointed down at her feet. Relief washed over the redhead's panicking mind. He'd meant her pink socks, obviously! She'd been walking around without boots for so long she had practically forgotten.

"Oh, right," she said. "Had a bit of an accident with the boots earlier so I've just been working without them."

"And NO," Mackenzie quickly added as Brandon opened his mouth, his eyes lighting up, "I don't need you to buy me a replacement pair."

"A shame," he muttered. "It would've only cost you one dinner with me, y'know."

Mackenzie rolled her eyes, already beginning to regret letting Brandon into her shop. She approached the front of the car and noticed her creeper was still laying underneath the hood of the slightly raised car.

"Hold on," she said, pulling the flat wheeled device out a bit further. As she laid down on her back, Mackenzie said, "Before we start doing the major stuff I just want to make sure my work from the other day is all good to go."

"Room on that thing for one more? I've always wanted to get horizontal with you, gorgeous," Brandon asked with a wink.

"Nope!" Mackenzie chirped with a sarcastic smile. Then, she scooted her horizontal body back underneath the car and out of Brandon's sight. But that was perfectly fine with him. Because Brandon had noticed something that Mackenzie hadn't seemed to. As she was moving into position just a few inches off the ground, one of the pieces of tape on her shoulder has come loose, exposing just a bit more skin.

"This'll, hng, just take a sec!" Mackenzie loudly said from beneath the car, grunting slightly as she made sure a bolt was sufficiently tightened. As she did so, another piece of tape lost its grip and fell away from her jumpsuit, soon followed by one on the side of her torso. The earlier incident with the impact wrench had weakened the tape's already tenuous hold on the jumpsuit's rough material.

Mackenzie obliviously continued rolling around underneath the car, checking fasteners, connections, and bolts to ensure everything was secured. And as she did, further pieces of tape began to separate from the suit. Her outstretched and moving arms only sped up the process, as more and more pieces of cheap duct tape fell away from Mackenzie's shoulders and ribs.

"Hey, what kind of headlights are in this thing?" Brandon idly asked from his position in front of the car. "They look pretty old."

"Hng, I don't know," Mackenzie said, finishing up her final check. Simultaneously, the final strip of tape parted ways with the jumpsuit's shoulders. The front and back halves of the torso of Mackenzie's suit were no longer connected at all! "Just whatever old kind were in it when I got the thing. They work fine so I've never bothered to change them."

"Well it might still be worth getting a high quality pair of them," Brandon said as Mackenzie began scooting herself back out from under the car. The redhead emerged, jumpsuit seemingly unchanged at first glance. Brandon couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment. He'd been hoping all that work underneath the car would have ripped Mackenzie's jumpsuit a little further somehow.

"Brandon," an annoyed Mackenzie said as she sat up, "what would I need a pair of high quality headlights for anywAAAAH!!"

With no tape keeping the torso halves together, as Mackenzie had sat upright, the two halves of her jumpsuit had fallen away, exposing her upper half completely. And Brandon got a front row view of Mackenzie's torso in nothing but a sheer pink bra, complete with dangling broken straps. Her nipples were just barely covered by the bottom opaque half, but the top half was completely sheer. The little bow placed between the cups of the bra completed the wonderfully beautiful picture. Or the horribly embarrasing picture, from Mackenzie's perspective.

Mackenzie hastily grabbed the front half of her jumpsuit, clutching it to her chest for dear life. She was blushing furiously, but didn't let it slow her down as she lurched to her feet and headed straight for the small bathroom in the back corner of the shop. She needed to get out of Brandon's sight as fast as possible. He'd already seen far too much. Her only detour was to grab the roll of duct tape off the nearby counter on the way.

"Damn! Talk about some high quality headlights!" Brandon laughed as he watched Mackenzie run past. From behind, he could see her pale back, bare but for a bra clasp. "You were right Mackenzie! You don't need to change a thing!"

Mackenzie slammed the door shut behind her, too embarrassed to even offer a retort. She couldn't believe Brandon had gotten such a wide open view of her boobs like that! Sure she'd had a bra on, but still! Mackenzie was seriously regretting wearing her pair of sexy date night lingerie to work, even if it had been her only real option left. In fact, she was starting to regret coming to work at all that day!

Should she just call it for the day and head home? But with no working ride and potentially no phone on hand, she might have to depend on Brandon for a ride back. He'd probably do it, but it would be a seriously unpleasant trip. Especially after that little debacle. So maybe it was best to try to get a vehicle working before kicking Brandon out of the shop for good. But before she could even think about potential next moves, Mackenzie was going to have to try to fix her jumpsuit as much as possible. She readied the duct tape.