Donald Trump

To Mackenzie's horror, the man in the middle of the group was a heavyset fellow in a suit with a long red tie, looking at her with a dumbfounded expression. He was clearly recognizable as none other than Donald Trump. Regardless of her politics, Mackenzie could palpably feel the abject horror of being seen in her birthday suit by such a prominent individual, much less such an individual with such idiosyncrasies about the fairer sex as Donald Trump.

The silence in the room was deafening for the next several seconds. Mackenzie considered getting her towel from the table, but figured it was much too late for that and would only make her situation worse. So, she just stared back at the crowd like a deer in the headlights, forgetting all about her exams for a while.

This continued until Trump pierced the drumhead of tension with a pointed "Whoa! Those tits are yuge, yuuuuuuuge!"

Mackenzie blushed at this suggestion, but silently turned back to her laptop, even without being able to focus on what was on the screen in front of her.

"Mr. Trump, this is a well-known ... character on campus," the dean turned to the guest of honor before glaring back at Mackenzie, a glare she could feel from her peripheral vision, "and she's currently on probation for these activities," he lowered his voice with his withering stare, before turning back to Trump. "Sorry about that, please don't let this distract you from the rest of our fine campus."

"No worries at all," Trump reassured the dean, "I love the freedom you see out here, you couldn't get away with this in Florida with DeSanctimonious!"

"So are you still donating?" the Dean asked him.

"Of course!" Trump exclaimed, "Who wouldn't want to donate to a campus with pretty girls like these! Let's come to the office and discuss everything!"

"Fantastic! Thank you for giving your name to this fine hall!" the dean and others escorted Trump out the lounge and building while Mackenzie cleared her thoughts with Chris.

"Shit, man, I forgot he was coming to campus today," Chris reassured the still-nude redhead, "so that's why everything was so empty."

"I just got seen naked ... by Donald Trump ..." she stuttered, "He'll probably never see me with clothes on. There's no way the media isn't going to cover this."

"I know," Chris said, "and the dean, too. He'll be all over Jack Feldman with this incident. That's really gotta suck, dude."

Mackenzie hadn't even considered that second point, and her heart dropped even further. Sighing, she tried to get back to her exams.