An intermediate yoga class

Mackenzie hustled her way to the front desk, noticing that she was drawing a significant amount of attention from the gym clientele. Men and women alike were having their games drawn over to Mackenzie's dated and skimpy attire. The old leotard her boss had provided felt even tighter on her body than when she'd put it on, and similarly now felt like it covered far less than it had in the relative privacy of his office. She hoped the old thing wouldn't start ripping on her.

"Hey Ali!" Mackenzie blurted out as she practically rammed into the counter. The sooner she found out when her next class was, the sooner she could go hide out in the employee's changing room. There she'd have at least SOME privacy. "When's m-"

"One sec!" the girl behind the front desk said in a cheerful tone as she finished jotting something down. Mackenzie couldn't help but squirm slightly as she leaned over the counter slightly.

"Whoa dude! Check it!" she heard a man not so subtly whisper from behind her to a friend of his. Mackenzie knew exactly what he was pointing to without having to do much as glance behind her. The leotard covered less of her ass than most of her underwear did. The redhead hastily moved her hands down to cover her mostly-exposed curvy butt, all while staring at intently as possible at Ali's face.

"...Ali?" she asked, trying her best to sound patient, but failing slightly.

"Aaaaaaand there!" the dark-haired girl said as she set down her pen. "Now, what can I do f-"

Ali paused for a solid few moments as she took in what she could see of Mackenzie's outfit.

"Uhhh, what's with the getup, Mackenzie?"

"Believe me," she said emphatically, "it's not by choice. I just wanted to ask when and what my next class is."

"Well, I like it! It's so.. retro!" she excitedly said before glancing down at her computer. "Oh, I emailed the schedule to you a little while ago. Sorry about the mix-up before!"

"Thanks, but I, uh, kind of had my phone stolen during my first class," Mackenzie was finding it harder to tune out the growing murmurs from the small crowd behind her. "Can you just tell me the class?"

"Oh that's awful!" Ali said. "I'll make sure to keep an eye out and let you know if anyone turns in a phone."

Why did everyone keep assuming that a phone thief would turn said stolen phone into the place's lost and found? As far as Mackenzie figured, her phone, keys, and bag were all long gone by that point.

"Uh huh, thanks," she dully said, trying to ignore the slowly growing sounds from her gawkers. "The class, Ali?"

"Oh, right!" She glanced at her computer again for a moment before saying, "Intermediate yoga in room 107. It goes 9:20 to 10:10."

"Yoga again?" Mackenzie said aloud, before saying, "Wait, what time is it now?"

"It'ssss 9:18," Ali said after a quick glance at her desktop. "Oh, better hurry!"

"Thanks again, Ali" Mackenzie said through gritted teeth. She turned away and began briskly walking down the hallway, figuring she'd have just enough time to get to the room in time.

In an effort to ignore the people she passed, Mackenzie let her mind wander slightly. Back to back yoga classes. When was the last time she'd had that happen? She wasn't complaining, given that she genuinely loved yoga. But it did feel a bit... coincidental? Well, at least this time she was dressed for the role (if a bit comically). The tight garment would be ideal for carrying out the various needed poses she was soon to be demonstrating.

At that moment, Mackenzie thought she heard a soft ripping sound come from the leotard somewhere. She froze and looked down at it, but didn't see any tears anywhere on the garment. Mackenzie gulped and resumed a slower walking pace. Given that this was literally the only thing she was wearing and that it was now feeling like the tightest thing she'd ever worn, maybe it was better to play it safe with her movements for now. If she did that, then surely it could hold up the rest of the day for her. ...Right?