Her belt breaks

Mackenzie was rapidly walking back and forth between the drinks Emily was making and the pickup counter where she was rattling off order numbers. She'd been getting in the groove and the two girls found themselves keeping up with the increased drink demand, if only barely. After calling out "Number 207!" twice, Mackenzie leaned over the counter and placed the cappuccino on the small nearby tray. If no one picked up their drink, that's where the employees were supposed to leave it. But when she did so, disaster struck.

In leaning forward, Mackenzie had placed too much weight on the front of her cheaply made belt. She had unintentionally positioned herself in just the right (or, perhaps more accurately, wrong) position for the counter's edge to snap the metal prong of her belt. The small metal piece broke in two, no longer positioned securely to the frame of the belt buckle. As Mackenzie walked back to grab another drink from Emily, her belt began rapidly loosening. And on her trip back over to the pickup counter, her jeans began sagging.

As Mackenzie called out, "Number 208!" her jeans slipped off her hips entirely, baring her white panties to the waiting crowd. The counter was just low enough for them to see most of the redhead's exposed underwear. Mackenzie stifled an embarrassed squeal and quickly crouched down to grab her pants. She pulled them back up to a decent position before handing the coffee to a customer and ducking back slightly out of sight.

"Oh, no, no, NO!" she whispered to herself as she realized her broken belt was now completely worthless. The overly wide jeans now posed a serious issue for the redhead.

"Hey, new girl!" Emily said, gesturing at three completed and waiting drinks. "Hurry up!"

Mackenzie grabbed one drink her left hand and clutched her jeans for dear life in her right hand. She bustled back and forth between the two stations as fast as she could, but she still couldn't quite keep up with Emily's impressive drink-making pace.

"What are you doing?!" Emily said, "Just grab two at once!"

"I can't!" Mackenzie said, now nearly jogging the five foot trip each time.

"Falling behind, girls!" Ben said as he strode by. "Pick up the pace!"

"You sure as hell can!" Emily said to her. "I'm not getting in trouble for your laziness."

"But-"

"Just DO IT!" she said, nearly yelling.

Mackenzie gulped, then reluctantly pulled her hand free from her jeans. She hastily grabbed a drink in each hand and headed for the pickup counter. But those few feet of travel were enough. At the very moment she arrived, her jeans hit her ankles.

"Numbers 225 and 226!" she called. The responses of the waiting customers seemed absolutely sluggish compared to the hectic work pace Mackenzie was experiencing. But only a few seconds later the drinks had been retrieved and Mackenzie's hands were free again. She quickly pulled her pants back up and held them in place while she returned to Emily's position. Then, she grabbed two drinks again and repeated the process.

And so Mackenzie had her new rhythm. Each time she'd make it to the pickup counter just in time for her jeans to fall. She'd hand off the drinks, then she'd hold her pants up until she got two more drinks and repeated the process. After a few times the crowd began to take notice that the girl serving drinks seemed to be having some sort of trouble with her pants. Each and every time she appeared, Mackenzie's underwear would be on display for the small crowd of customers.

Just as she was hoping her situation wouldn't get any more embarrassing, Mackenzie heard the words she'd been dreading. A voice loudly declared, "Whoa! That's the Shy Streaker!"

"You're right!" someone else added as Mackenzie appeared again. "That's why she's not wearing pants!"

"I AM wearing pants!" she loudly replied as she ducked under the counter to pull them up again. "And I am NOT a str-" Mackenzie's reply was cut off by another ripping sound as she rose. Her nametag had gotten caught under the lip of the counter as she straightened and her shirt tore once again. This time the hole was more substantial. It didn't reveal anything obscene, but a large portion of Mackenzie's upper breast could now be seen on her left side. She blushed, but didn't comment further. Mackenzie opted instead to slink back behind the machines and to try repinning her shirt together.

"Dude, I don't think she's wearing a bra either!" a new voice added.

"Hell, I'm sticking around after I get my drink. I've never seen one of her stunts in person before!"

"I'll text Mark and tell him to get his ass over here."

Much to her dismay, Mackenzie heard every word the excited crowd was saying. She managed to pin most of the newly torn fabric back in place, though it left the original smaller hole completely open. Then, with little other choice, Mackenzie went back to delivering drink orders, her panties continually being bared to her fellow students.

But before too much longer, the rush dwindled and died out. Soon there cafe had its normal and manageable number of customers once more. Although, there seemed to be more students than usual congregating near the pickup counter. Mackenzie let out a deep sigh of relief now that she could deliver the drinks one at a time again, and therefore keep her pants held up.

"Nice job, Mackenzie!" Ben happily said as he gave her a light slap on the back. It seemed he either hadn't noticed Mackenzie's semi-pantsless state during the rush or he simply hadn't mind. "Go ahead and take your 15 minute break."

Mackenzie eagerly accepted the chance to duck away from the front counter. Still clutching her pants for dear life, the redheaded barista made her way towards the employee break room. She needed to find something to either fix her belt or at least help keep her jeans in place!