Mackenzie's pants are stuck

While Mackenzie was still trying to recover from her encounter with her boss Mr. Bishop, she heard some chatter from down the hall. Someone else was coming this way and Mackenzie needed to be gone before they got here. She tried to take a step back but was meet with resistance. The redhead looked down and was shocked to see her pants had gotten clipped in the elevator around her left ankle. She couldn't move or even turn around so anyone walking by would see the giant hole in her pants with her panties sticking out.

"Oh crap," Mackenzie said turning towards the direction of approaching footsteps. She started tugging her left leg. Desperately trying to dislodge her pants but no matter how hard she pulled they remained firmly in place.

"You could at least rip." Mackenzie whispered. "Or are you only breakable in embarrassing places. I need a new boutique."

As Mackenzie's escape attempts failed she heard the footsteps and chatter grow louder. This was the floor she worked on. They were people she knew. This was the last place she would ever want to get caught in. Mackenzie began frantically hitting to elevator call button. Hanging onto the vague hope Mr. Bishop and Ms. Knight had already gotten off and the elevator could have it back it time. But she knew that was impossible.

Mackenzie looked down the hall again she saw the shadows of approaching figures. She was out of time. Out of options. Save one.

"I can't believe I'm about to do this," Mackenzie squealed as she reached down and began to fiddle with her belt.

***

"God, I need a raise." The tired businessman grumbled.

"You always need a raise." His blonde businesswoman friend laughed.

"I'm serious with all hours I'm putting in. I deserve a pay hike. Don't you think I deserve a raise?"

"Phillip, you're only putting in all those hours because you can't finish your work on time. If anything, you will be lucky to get through this year without a deduction."

"Yeah, well it's that new girl's fault. I'll tell you Sarah she's getting so much done on her own suddenly they expect us to keep up. Bitch."

"Hey!?" Sarah said lightly punching her friend in the arm. "Don't curse someone out just for being good at their job. That Mackenzie is a nice girl. Not to mention easy on the eyes."

"You got me there," he sighs. "Still, I'd like to see little miss perfect employee on the receiving end of it. Just once can't she get caught with her pants do- WHOA!"

"Whoa, Phillip are you alright." Sarah said helping her coworker keep his balance after he nearly fell over.

"I'm good, I'm good," Phillip reassured her as he got back on her feet. "But, jeez, what was that?"

The pair of businesspeople looked down and saw a pair of black pants sprawled on the floor. They had one leg sandwiched in the elevator while the other had Phillip's foot half wedged into it.

"What the crude?" Sarah questioned as Phillip unstuck his foot and reached down to pick the pants up, managing to free them from the elevator by just pulling on the door to provide give. He held them up where Sarah and he could properly examine them.

"This is from a female pantsuit right? Looks pretty pricey." Phillip observed having some familiarity with this kinda things from past office romances.

"Yeah, but they're ripped." Sarah nodded pulling open the open rearend. "One of the executives probably had an accident. Sent them to be thrown out with the trash and they got lost in transit. Heck, with what they get paid this was probably one of her cheaper pairs not worth mending. Shame."

"The belts still attached." Phillip replied holding up the buckle.

"God what a waste. A total waste." Sarah said shaking her head in disapproval. Phillip watched on and realized where this might be going.

"You wanna take them don't you?" Phillip said with a sly smile.

"What no," Sarah said defensively. "I mean they are around my size and I could easily fix this rip with my mothers sowing kit. You know with my skills you wouldn't even know they were damaged by the time I was through with them."

"Impressive." Phillip smirked, "They'd probably go great with that blazer you were wearing the other day."

"It would, wouldn't it." She smiled.

"And reusing fabrics supports the company's green initiatives."

"It does, doesn't it. And we don't wanna make the company look bad, do we."

Without another word Sarah, smiling ear to ear lifted the pants out of Phillip's hands and flung them over her shoulder before marching back to her desk. Phillip simply laughed and followed behind her feeling a little better about himself after such a silly interaction.

***

Mackenzie pressed her ear against the door of the supply closet and listened to what she assumed were footsteps walking away. This was a plan she almost immediately regretted. Pulling off her pants and hiding in a closet so she wasn't seen was a **** move. She could have just pressed her back against an elevator door although after her fellow employees stopped to chat at that very spot, hiding may have turned out to be the best option even if it left her exposed for a few minutes. The pantless redhead listened to a muffled conversation through the door, ignorant of what was being said and just praying they would leave soon. Eventually everything went quiet, and Mackenzie cracked the door assuming the cost was clear.

"Alright," Mackenize said finally swinging the door open and revealing her exposed legs with a plump folder covering her crotch. "Now I just have to grab my pants and quickly get back to my office."

She jogged back to the elevator as quickly as possible so she could grab her pants, slip them on and get back to her office. Sadly, that wasn't going to happen.

"No," Mackenize gasped, her reddening as she searched around the hall for her wayward trousers to no avail. "No no no no NO!"

Mackenzie span around in frantic circles hoping she had missed something that her pants was just balled up in some corner somewhere. But there was nothing. Her pants were gone, likely swiped by those passing coworkers, and now the junior executive was stuck at work in her underwear. If anyone saw her, the recently promoted Ms. Fairbairn was done for. She took a deep breath trying to calm down.

"Alright Fairbairn, you can handle this." Mackenzie told herself. "This is exactly why you stored all.those extra skirts in the back of your filing cabinet." She scutched up against a wall trying to remain discreet. The hall wouldn't remain empty forever. "I don't know this floor as well as my old one, but if I'm careful I should be fine, right?"