Getting Mackenzie bottomless

Willow was thinking about how she could still seem like she was helping Mackenzie while slowly stripping her when Chris got her attention from across the room. Her caught Willow's eye, pointed at an imaginary watch on his wrist, and raised his eyebrows. Willow knew exactly what he was asking. How long until showtime? Willow gulped, fully remembering just how shitty of a friend she was being to poor Mackenzie. But she couldn't turn back now! That would only get them both kicked out of the party. So, Willow took a deep breath and held up three fingers. Three minutes til showtime. Chris gave an eager smile as he nodded, then he went to go let the right people know. And Willow turned back to the conversation with Mackenzie.

Luckily, the four guys (it seemed like more people were joining their conversation by the second now) offered Mackenzie and Willow fresh drinks. Willow knew her next chance was rapidly approaching. In addition to Mackenzie becoming tipsier by the minute, now one of her hands would be otherwise occupied. Soon, her window appeared. The "skirt" had dipped low enough that Mackenzie would soon readjust it. So, Willow leapt into action.

"Now, MACKENSHIE HERE, knowsa thing'r two 'bout that!" she randomly interjected, slurring her words a bit. But as she did so, she leaned heavily on Mackenzie, grabbing her free arm and jostling her. That sent the "skirt" slipping from her hips and sliding down her legs. Once again, Mackenzie's bare pussy was exposed for all those nearby to see (plus a not unwelcome view of her ass for the rest of the room).

"Fuck! Willow!!" Mackenzie angrily shouted as she bent over to grab her fallen clothing. The bottomless redhead set down her drink, gripped the skirt, and began to rise. That was when Willow stepped squarely on the black fabric. Thanks to her dulled reaction time, Mackenzie didn't have time to notice Willow's foot before she was frantically yanking the garment up with embarrassed fervor. A loud SHRRIIIIIIPPP! resounded for those close enough to hear it. And suddenly Mackenzie was holding half of her improvised skirt in one hand, with the other half laying at her feet.

"Oh shit I'm sorry!" Willow loudly said as she subtly kicked the other half of the fabric away from Mackenzie's feet. "Let me help fix it! I can-"

"NO!" Mackenzie shouted, backing away and clutching the scrap of fabric over her pussy. "Just stop! You're making everything worse!" The redhead pulled the witch hat off her head and held it over her bare ass.

"Mackenzie, I-" Willow said as she stepped closer.

"JUST STOP IT WILLOW!" she shouted, and in so doing gaining the attention of virtually everyone at the party. To those who had been waiting for a performance by the Shy Streaker, this sure seemed like the signal that it was beginning. Phones began appearing out of pockets and purses.

The bottomless redhead was standing in the middle of the room, clutching a scrap of fabric over her womanhood and comically holding her witch hat in front of her ass. Other than a deep blush, the only things she was truly wearing were her corset, heels, and stockings.

Willow hesitated, debating if she should keep going or not. Chris would undoubtedly not be satisfied if Mackenzie was anything less than completely naked. But she was genuinely starting to feel bad about tormenting her friend like this. But then again, if she stopped now then all of Mackenzie's previous exposures that night would be for nothing!

Mackenzie began turning around, likely to flee the crowded room and seek a more secluded spot. It was now or never for Willow.