She winds up in just the apron

Mackenzie returned to work at the front counter, back to delivering drinks. Unfortunately, she was once again **** to drop them off two at a time, thanks to Emily's impressive speed. That meant both her hands were occupied, allowing Mackenzie's left breast to slip out from the apron constantly. While this made Mackenzie blush each time she loudly called out an order number, it was much appreciated by those waiting to get their drinks and food. Getting a free view of half of Mackenzie's bountiful and bouncing chest as she ran to and fro certainly made the time fly by!

After a few minutes of thinking the whole situation couldn't possibly be any more embarrassing, Mackenzie suddenly noticed a slackness around her waist. And a split second later her jeans shot towards the ground for what felt like the thousandth time that day, baring her white panties to her small crowd once again. Her improvised belt had broken again! Mackenzie dropped the drinks on the counter and hurriedly pulled her pants back up before she returned to Emily's station.

"I saw that," Emily said, glancing over at Mackenzie's iron grip on the pants.

"Saw what?" Mackenzie asked, failing to keep the nervousness out of her voice. She grabbed the two waiting drinks and turned to head back to the pickup counter, but Emily grabbed the back of Mackenzie's shirt. The redhead was tugged to a stop, but not before the vertical tear in the front of her shirt widened. It now ran from the bottom, up over her right breast, and even higher, only stopping at the shirt's collar.

"Off with em," Emily demanded.

"Wait, Emily please," Mackenzie said. But before she could protest further Emily had already whipped around and settled into a crouch. She grabbed both hips of the pants and began to pull, but Mackenzie clenched her legs together tightly. "Stop! Let me keep them on!"

"You know they're not gonna stay up," Emily said, tightening her grip on the jeans. "So just! Let! Go!"

With one final yank, Emily succeeded in wrenching them free and the pants plummeted to the ground. But Emily had been a bit too overzealous with her mission, because she had accidentally hooked her fingers into Mackenzie's panties as well. As Emily tugged the jeans off her ankles, Mackenzie was **** to step out of them, lest she lose her balance. As she stumbled free, she brushed her right sleeve against the same nearby machine as earlier. The edge of her sleeve caught, just for the briefest of moments, on the metal edge. But it was long enough. The tear widened, completely bisecting the shirt. With its collar torn, the green garment split apart and slid down Mackenzie's right arm, pooling at her bent elbow.

"And while you're at it," Emily said, speedily taking notice of Mackenzie's ruined shirt, "get this out of the way too." She swiftly snatched the scrap of fabric and deftly slid it off Mackenzie's arm entirely. "It'll only keep getting snagged on things." Emily added the shirt to Mackenzie's jeans, panties, and shoes, which she had shoved into a corner.

In a matter of seconds, Mackenzie had been stripped of virtually everything she was wearing! The only things left on her body were the apron, visor, and her socks! And the apron certainly didn't quite cover everything. It was slightly too long to shield her pussy from view. And while it could keep her breasts barely covered, the slightest movement sent them tumbling out to the sides.

"E-EMILY!" Mackenzie stammered, trying in vain to tug the apron low enough to cover her womanhood.

"Hurry up!" was Emily's only reply as she shoved two more drinks into Mackenzie's hands.

Unsure what else to do, Mackenzie fell back into work-mode. She carried the drinks over, only to see more than thirty people gathered around and waiting for her appearance. She blushed, dropped the drinks off, and hurried back, unwittingly giving the customers a view of her curvaceous ass too. And Mackenzie repeated the process. Again and again and again. She kept delivering the drinks and exposing herself for the next twenty minutes, blushing furiously the entire time. This time, the crowd didn't diminish. Even after people received their orders, they had plenty of incentive to stick around for the show.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the flow of customers began to slow, and Mackenzie took the opportunity to duck out of sight for good. She ran to the corner where her clothes sat, ready to pull them back on. But Ben happened to be passing by then and Mackenzie was quick to grab his attention.

"Ben!" she exclaimed, still clad in nothing but an apron. "Can I head home now?"

"What? You've still got another half hour left in your shift, Mackenzie," he replied.

"Please?! In case you haven't noticed, it's kind of an emergency!"

"Well... alright. Seeing as it's your first day and you've handled yourself so well so far, I can make an exception. Things are quieting down now anyway."

"Oh, thank you!" Mackenzie cried. In that moment she felt like she could've hugged the man, but she fought that impulse. Instead she hastily began pulling her clothes back on. Or what remained of them, at least. Her panties, pants, and shoes all went on fine (though she still had to hold the pants up), but her shirt was another story. It was a small, unwearable piece of green fabric now, leaving Mackenzie with just her apron as a top. If she cradled her chest with one arm she could barely keep her breasts inside it as she moved. Barely. And it did nothing to cover her back, leaving a large amount of pale skin on display.

As Mackenzie ducked out of the employee exit, preparing to retreat to her dorm room as swiftly as possible, Ben called out to her: "See you on Wednesday!"