Her boss has a proposal for her

Mackenzie didn't have a lot of time. The clock read 9:01 and if she remembered right, there was a class held in the room at 9:15. Which meant the early arrivers could begin showing up in the next few minutes. The nude beauty had spent the past 10 minutes racking her brain, trying to figure out some kind of solution. But she had come up empty. She'd simply have to brave the hallway naked. With any luck she'd run into one of her fellow trainers and hope they'd be willing to lend her something to wear.

And so, after opening the door and peeking around the frame, Mackenzie readied herself for a sprint towards the female employee locker room. But before she could take a single step, a deep voice boomed to her left.

"Mackenzie! There you are!" She turned and saw her boss, Stefan, a tall and burly man, walking toward her in a seemingly good mood. "I have been looking all over for you! We need to have a chat," he said in his slightly accented voice.

"Uh, Stefan, now's not really a good time..." Mackenzie said, still peering around the doorframe with most of her body out of sight. "I'm... well..."

"Nude?" he asked, causing her to blush again. "Well, this is perfect! It's precisely what I want to talk to you about. Now come with me."

And with that, Stefan scooped his hand around Mackenzie's shoulders and ushered her into the hallway. Shocked, she quickly adjusted her arms to once again cover herself while Stefan trotted her past the various gym patrons and employees.

"ST-STEFAN!" Mackenzie cried as nearby people began noticing her. "Everyone can see me!"

"Ah, what has happened to the brave woman who just taught a class in such a state? And has chosen to remain nude afterwards!"

"It's not by choice!!" Mackenzie whined, flushing more deeply as a group of attractive young men all gawked at her. "Those jerks taking the class stole all my clothes!"

"Come, let us talk inside," he said, ushering Mackenzie into his office. The naked redhead didn't need any further prompting. She ducked inside and Stefan closed the door behind them. "Please, have a seat."

"I don't need a seat!" Mackenzie continued, stamping a foot while still covering herself with just her hands. "I need something to wear!"

Stefan looked at her for a moment, then gave a soft, tired sigh.

"Why must Americans be so uptight about nudity? And I thought perhaps you were different, Mackenzie," he solemnly shook his head but began digging through a pile of old boxes in the corner of the office. "I think I have some old uniforms here you can use."

A minute later, Stefan had produced a bright blue leotard with wavy yellow lines on its front. Mackenzie eagerly pulled it on. The garment was a bit small on her, and felt uncomfortably tight for the most part. But, after a few seconds, she was able to properly position it and cover everything that needed covering.

Calling the leotard "retro" would have been an understatement. It looked like something straight out of the '80s! What Mackenzie had taken for random lines were actually cursive yellow letters spelling out "Pump It Up! Burn It Up!" on its front. Not to mention, the exercise garment was clearly designed to be worn over some kind of tights. It felt similar to a one-piece swimsuit, but with less coverage. It was rather... skinny in the front, but downright revealing in the back, covering almost none of Mackenzie's ass. But the redhead figured beggars couldn't be choosers. So, she finally sat down and thanked her boss for the spare clothing.

"It's no problem. You can hand it back at the end of the day," he said, before immediately moving on to the topic he clearly had on his mind. "Mackenzie, I must tell you, everyone loved your class today. I have never heard so much positive feedback!"

Mackenzie's semi-forgotten embarrassment returned in full ****. She blushed and looked down at her bare feet.

"I never thought anyone employed here would be brave enough to host such a class nude," her boss continued. "I must say, I am very impressed."

"Like I said," Mackenzie replied, "it wasn't by choice! My clothes just kept getting taken away from me and... and disappearing! The people must have been taking them and hiding them somewhere."

"Come, come," Stefan waved a hand dismissively. "You can dispense with the excuses. You are not in trouble. Quite the opposite, in fact. I wished to see if you would be interested in leading more nude yoga classes in the future."

"I... You... What?!" Mackenzie was completely taken aback. "No! Of course not! Have you heard a word I've been saying?! I didn't want to teach that class naked! I don't want to teach any classes naked!" Now it was Stefan's turn to seem taken aback.

"I don't understand. You did not enjoy it?"

Mackenzie paused for a moment. Her mind reflexively went back to the last twenty minutes of the class, where she had lost herself to the relaxing flow of nakedly performing the poses. She had felt peaceful. Calm. Free. Then her mind snapped back to the present.

"N-no!" she blushed. "I didn't enjoy it at all! I'm never doing that again!"

"Ah... I see..." Stefan said, sounding more than a little disappointed. "Well, it is your decision to make, after all. Perhaps you should think it over. You can let me know later on what you decide, yes?"

"There's nothing to think over," Mackenzie stoically proclaimed. "Now, about my stolen things..."

Stefan seemed quite sullen as Mackenzie began detailing everything that had been stolen from her, but he dutifully wrote it all down. All of her clothes, of course, were gone. But so, too, were her phone, keys, purse, bag, and yoga mat.

"I will let the staff know to keep an eye out for these things. But perhaps, in the meantime, you should check the lost and found."

Mackenzie suppressed a sigh. Her things hadn't been lost or misplaced. They'd been stolen. Why would anyone turn something they'd just taken in to the lost and found? She nodded to her boss anyway, then exited his office.

She'd gotten a little used to the leotard while talking with Stefan, but the minute Mackenzie stepped back out into the bustling hallway, she felt embarrassed all over again. She did look more than a little ridiculous in the old-school outfit, after all. With a slight blush on her face, she made her way back towards the front of the building, heading for the front desk. She had to go find out when her next class was and just what kind of class she'd be leading.