Yellow Tier might be a problem

Mackenzie hurried upstairs towards her bedroom, cradling her chest a bit to keep any bouncing to a minimum. She strode into her room a moment later, noticing that her bedside clock flipped from 11:59 to 12:00. It was already noon!

"What a way to start the day..." she muttered to herself as she headed straight for her dresser.

For being her first foray into the world of non-nocturnal outdoor nudity, things had gone far from swimmingly! Mackenzie's heart felt like it was still racing more than usual as she recalled how it had felt upon realizing she'd locked herself outside stark naked.

"Maybe I should cool it on the nude backyard escapades," she mused, opening her underwear drawer. "That was insane."

Although, she couldn't help but admit to herself, things hadn't really gone disastrously either. She had made it back inside unseen by anyone after all, albeit with an extremely close call nearly involving the police! So perhaps she didn't need to stop the activity completely...

"Well, no more day time adventures, for sure! I'll happily take that catastrophe as a sign to keep to the cover of darkness," she declared, picking up a pair of light blue panties. "And to be 100% sure I put that damn key back before next time!"

Just before the nubile redhead could step into her fresh underwear, though, her home phone rang again. It startled her still frazzled nerves and she nearly stumbled ass-backwards onto her bed. But, Mackenzie managed to catch her fall, though dropped the panties in the process.

"What now?" she groaned.

Mackenzie still felt a bit paranoid about the whole home security situation, so she decided not to even chance missing the incoming phone call. She hurried back downstairs, not daring to spare even the few seconds to grab the fallen underwear. As she once again cradled her impressive bust for her speedy descent, she silently prayed for the call to be spam or a telemarketer. Her pulse quickened when she saw the name on her caller ID.

"ENFORCEDULTIMATEDEFE" it read before getting cut off on the small screen. Mackenzie couldn't remember the company's full name, but she knew it was them. Some stupidly overly long name with stylized capitalization.

What on earth did they want with her now? Was this something to do with her house still being on Yellow Tier? Mackenzie really didn't want to risk any more problems from the security company, so she grabbed the phone as quickly as possible.

"Yes! H-hello?" she **** out, her voice faltering slightly.

"Hello ma'am, this is Caroline with Enforced Ultimate Defense and IT Systems. Would you mind giving me your name, please?" said the polite female voice on the other end of the line.

"M-Mackenzie! I mean, my name is Mackenzie Fairbairn!" she amended after clearing her throat. "Still, um, all good here!"

"Okay Miss Fairbairn, and can I have your passcode, please?"

Mackenzie gulped, nerves already ramping back up. Glancing down at her naked body as she stood on the cold tile floor of her kitchen didn't exactly ease her concerns. She absently crossed her free arm across her chest, despite being the sole occupant of the house.

"I, uh, no. I still don't know it. I-I just told the other guy a few minutes ago, I don't remember it," Mackenzie said, getting more apprehensive by the second."I'm sure I wrote it down though, I just need a little time to go find it! So, uh, no need to call the cops, right?"

Mackenzie had meant the last part as a joke, but her pulse quickened even further as the woman continued.

"That remains to be seen. Miss Fairbairn, are you aware your residence is still in Yellow Tier? That means every fifteen minutes you'll receive a call from us, and if we cannot confirm your identity, then you will be switched to Red Tier and the authorities will be contacted immediately."

The redhead gripped the counter a bit more tightly, once again nervous that police would be arriving any minute. At least this time her bare ass wasn't hanging out her bathroom window.

"It's me, I swear!" she blurted out. "Wait every fifteen minutes? For how long?"

"Until you can provide your security passcode for us. Doing so will immediately switch you back to Green Tier," the employee said. "Until that time, you'll need to correctly answer a security question to verify your identity for each call. Are you ready?"

"Yes," she replied with a gulp, once again glancing down at her own naked form.

Mackenzie couldn't help but hold her breath as she waited for the question. The pressure of the imminent police presence if she answered incorrectly didn't help her nerves. In fact, she realized, it might make sense to be as decent as possible by the time the call came to a close either way. Still holding the phone to her ear, Mackenzie turned to head for her bedroom again.

"Which-Oh!" the employee cleared her throat and began again. "Which pair of panties are your favorite?"

That stopped the nude beauty dead in her tracks, one foot on the first step.

"I-I'm sorry? What?!"

"These are user written questions, miss. You decided to make this one of your security questions. Now, if you don't mind answering the question: Which pair of panties are your favorite?"

"I... I don't, um... Is this a prank?" Mackenzie asked, stepping away from the stairs, now thoroughly distracted.

"I assure you, Miss Fairbairn, it is not a prank. Please answer the question or I will be **** to contact the authorities."

Mackenzie's mind raced as she ambled back towards her kitchen. Why on earth had she picked that as a security question?! She couldn't even remember selecting any questions for the home security company in the first place!

"I um..." she muttered, absentmindedly sitting down at her kitchen table.

"Mackenzie, please. I realize this might be an unconventional security question, but I really do need an answer from you..."

"Well," she began, hardly able to believe she was about to say this to a stranger over the phone, "um, probably this black and purple striped pair."

"Okay, and can you be just a bit more specific, please? The answer includes a little more."

Mackenzie sighed, figuring she knew what else she needed to describe.

"They, um, have a little bow on the front too..." she said, her voice quiet.

"Thank you, Miss Fairbairn, your identity is confirmed. Please feel free to contact us with your security passcode at any time to switch your status to Green Tier. Otherwise, you'll be contacted at 12:15 for your next Yellow Tier identity confirmation. Have a nice day and thanks for choosing Enforced Systems!"

"You too," she replied on autopilot before hanging up.

The bare woman stood up, numbly placing the phone back in its cradle. Just how in the hell had her security question been something... like that?! It was a personal question that only she knew the answer to, sure, but why in the hell had she picked that as something for the security company to know?

As she thought about it, Mackenzie realized she couldn't actually remember setting up any security questions at all. But it's not like someone else could have known her favorite pair of underwear, let alone set up a security question about them, either! So how on earth...

"I need to find that passcode. NOW," she said, heading for the desk in the living room.

One of the desk drawers had a large assortment of Mackenzie's important documents. She assumed she must've put the passcode in there somewhere, along with the user manual for the security company if she had to guess.

"I must've written it down," she muttered to herself as she pulled open the large drawer of files and papers. "There's no way I wouldn't have! ...Right?"

She had only just started leafing through the stack when a loud clattering noise echoed from across the street. Her head snapped up, and Mackenzie was immediately reminded of the landscaping crew working on the house across the street. She could clearly see them working through the window right next to her. And, even worse, one of the men seemed to be looking in her direction! She couldn't be positive he had noticed her, but Mackenzie gasped and crouched down below the window as quickly as she could just in case.

"Clothes!" she squeaked, hands flying up to cover her tits as she stayed out of sight. "Maybe I should get some clothes on first!"

Mackenzie gazed over at the stairs, **** to head up to her bedroom and finally put some proper clothing on. After all, she had a full fifteen minutes until the next security call. Surely finding the passcode could wait just a little bit, right?