Amy has a towel for Mackenzie to wear

But a blessed moment later, the door reopened. Amy grabbed the pizzas from the redhead's hands and thrust a towel into them instead. Mackenzie hastily began wrapping the towel around her cold, pale skin. She was dimly aware that Amy was shouting something at the delivery man, who had still been recording the spectacle on his phone, but couldn't bring her mind to focus on what she was saying. Soon enough the man quickly walked back to his car and Amy turned back to her friend.

"Sorry about that, Kenz," Amy said as she ushered the naked girl inside, still chuckling slightly. "You caught me by surprise there and I figured you didn't want anyone else seeing you like that. How'd you end up naked anyway?"

"L-l-long story," Mackenzie mumbled through chattering teeth. As she stepped inside she noticed two things. First, the warmth of the hallway felt amazing. And second, the other ten people attending the party all had their eyes on her. Apparently everyone had been more than a little hungry, because the doorbell ringing had gotten everyone's undivided attention. And now that attention naturally switched to the shapely young woman wearing nothing but a beach towel.

"Alright, pizza's here!" Amy shouted, sounding more than a little **** herself. Thankfully for Mackenzie, most of the partygoers followed Amy and the small stack of cardboard boxes into the kitchen.

"Hey, why were you at the front door all of a sudden?" asked a perplexed Mason as he stepped up to Mackenzie.

"B-b-back d-door was l-locked," Mackenzie replied as she headed for the living room, making a beeline for the fireplace.

"Really?" he replied a little skeptically. He glanced over at the sliding glass door but noticed it was unlocked. Either Mackenzie's lying, he thought, or someone must have played a prank on her. Maybe one of her friends? "Well damn. Must've sucked to be standing outside in nothing but a wet swimsuit."

"Oh, r-right," Mackenzie said, instinctively clutching her towel a little more tightly to her body. Thanks to Amy's quick thinking Mason and the others would all have assumed Mackenzie was still wearing her bikini. Although, if any of them looked more closely they might notice she no longer had straps on her shoulders. But, given everyone's drunken states that wasn't too likely. For now, Mackenzie felt no need to let anyone else know she was, in fact, naked under the towel. Instead she plopped down next to the roaring fire, giving a big sigh of relief as the heat washed over her.

She spent the next ten minutes there, occasionally chatting with Mason and eating some of the freshly delivered pizza. Finally, Mackenzie felt warm enough to step away from the hearth. Everyone had seemingly changed back into the clothes they had been wearing earlier, and Mackenzie intended to do the same.

"I'll be right back," she said to Mason, who gave a brief nod in return as he finished off his third slice of pizza. Mackenzie slowly made her way upstairs, careful to keep a hand on her towel. The **** was beginning to have quite an effect on her and she needed to keep her other hand on the railing for balance. Hopefully the pizza she'd just eaten would help with that. But for now, Mackenzie was more than clear-headed enough to know that spending the rest of the evening in just a towel was a recipe for disaster.

She opened the door to Amy's room and walked over to the bed where she'd left her dress and leggings. But there was nothing there. Mackenzie's clothes were gone!

No, no, no! she worried to herself as she began looking around and under the bed. Where could they have gone? Did someone take them?!

After a minute of fruitless searching, Mackenzie figured her best bet would be to ask Amy if she knew where her clothes were. Even if she didn't know, Amy might be able to lend Mackenzie something to wear in the meantime. The redhead left the room and got ready to head back downstairs.