No, she only makes it worse

"Ben!" Mackenzie said to her manager, making sure to keep her apron pulled down in front of her panties and her left hand over her boob. "Can I take my next break now?"

"Already?" he asked, "You've still got another half hour before it's scheduled."

"I know, but I need to-"

"Sorry Mackenzie, no can do. You'll have to stick to the assigned break time. But cheer up, you're doing great for your first day!" he replied before walking away to talk to someone else. Once again, he hadn't commented on Mackenzie's indecent appearance at all. Just how oblivious was he?

Mackenzie groaned but relented. Now that the rush was over, she could deliver drinks one at a time again. This would leave her other hand free to either cover her exposed breast or hold up her large jeans, but not both. Mackenzie settled for keeping her hand over her breast and continuing to work in just her panties under the apron.

The next half hour went by at a decent pace for the redhead, all things considered. The crowd of onlookers she'd attracted had dwindled to just a few, which Mackenzie took as a good sign. Finally, she was able to take her 15 minute break. She grabbed her jeans and headed back to the employee break room, determined to make her outfit decent again.

She stepped into the deserted room and removed her apron. The first step would be cutting another strip of fabric from the bottom of her t-shirt to use as an impromptu belt again. But, as Mackenzie was carefully cutting through the green fabric, another employee entered the break room.

"Whoa!" he said in surprise at the image of Mackenzie standing there in just panties and half a shirt, left breast on full display. Mackenzie gasped and reflexively jerked in surprise. This sent her scissors going in a more vertical direction, slicing up her half-shirt even further. "You know this isn't really a dressing room, right?" the boy asked awkwardly.

"I-I know!" Mackenzie blushed as she clamped her hands over her chest, "I'm just... fixing something! Okay?"

"Whatever you say," the employee said before turning around and leaving Mackenzie alone again. Mackenzie let out another deep sigh and looked back down at her shirt. There was now a vertical slit running from the bottom all the way up to her right breast!

"Oh, no, no, no!" she muttered at the damage. This shirt was quickly falling to pieces and it was only her first day wearing it! She took advantage of the momentary solitude and finished cutting several strips of fabric from the bottom of the shirt, further exposing her midriff. After tying them together, she had assembled some semblance of a belt. Mackenzie pulled her jeans back on and was happy to find that the belt held together and her pants stayed on her hips. But, before she could even attempt to fix her ripped and half-missing shirt, Ben burst into the room.

"Last rush of the day's starting early!" he said in an urgent tone. "We need you back out there, Mackenzie!" And then he darted out of the room.

"Shit!" Mackenzie hissed as she pulled her apron back on. She'd just have to pray that her apron would function well enough as a top for the last surge of customers.