Taking orders

Mackenzie was to be in charge of manning one of the two cash registers for her second shift. She'd have to take the customers' orders, accept their payment (usually just swiping their student IDs to charge their meal plans), and bag up any donuts or bagels they wanted. All the drinks and sandwiches would be handled by other workers. During the inevitable rushes Mackenzie would be joined by a coworker on the second register. So, with a small line of students already waiting, Mackenzie got to work.

She'd already taken a few orders when she got her first request for a donut, so Mackenzie did as she'd been trained. She turned around to the racks of various donuts and bagels behind her, picked out the correct kind, and put it in a small paper bag before handing it to the customer. She did this several times before a very particular customer stepped up to the counter.

If Mackenzie had been paying closer attention, she might have noticed the small red wristband on the boy's wrist. A wristband with the letters 'SSFC' engraved on it. But, focusing on her duties, Mackenzie didn't even see it. She instead turned around to procure the bagel the boy had requested. And while her back was turned, the boy struck. He leaned across the counter and quickly pressed something to the underside of the counter. After pressing the small block against the wood for a moment, the adhesive took. So as he pulled his hand back, the small mysterious block stayed perfectly in place. It rested under the lip of the counter, a mere inch in front of Mackenzie's waist. The redhead handed over the bag and the boy's receipt, none the wiser of what had just transpired.

It wasn't until the next boy wearing an identical wristband stepped up to order a few minutes later that the next phase of their plan began. When handing over his student ID, he fumbled it, dropping it on his side of the counter. Mackenzie waited, but the boy made no move to pick the card up. She sighed, internally griping about how entitled certain customers seemed to be, but leaned forward to pick it up. And that's when she pressed the front of her jeans squarely into the small hidden block under the counter.

The powerful magnet that the boys had stuck there eagerly grabbed at the metal clasp of Mackenzie's belt, exactly as they'd anticipated. Mackenzie stood up and processed the order, unaware of the trap she'd fallen into. Because, when she turned around to retrieve the donut the boy had ordered, she felt a sudden and strong resistance to her movement. She was perplexed for a moment, but was aware that the rush was beginning and she didn't have time to waste. So, Mackenzie tried pulling away from the counter, harder this time. And she succeeded, not noticing that she had once again also succeeded in breaking the crucial front of the belt she was wearing. The metal bar had snapped off, clinging to the powerful magnet and leaving Mackenzie's belt unfastenable. And her pants, therefore unwearable. By the time Mackenzie was handing back the donut and receipt, she felt the all too familiar sensation of her pants slipping down her legs.

SHIT! Not again!! she cursed as she bent down to pull her pants back up. But just a few seconds into taking her next order it happened again; her pants dropped to her ankles, exposing the purple panties she'd been wearing underneath. Thankfully, it was a little harder for those on the customer side of the counter to see them with the cash register in the way. But less thankfully, she was now standing right next to a male coworker! And he had clearly taken notice of Mackenzie's wardrobe malfunction, given his side-eye stares.

And so, for the next twenty minutes, Mackenzie found herself futilely picking up her pants between every order, only to have them drop back to the floor again a few seconds later. Even worse was when she was **** to pick up a donut or bagel for the customer. Then Mackenzie had to turn around and use both hands to retrieve the baked good and set it in a bag. While the cash register might have hidden her underwear while she was taking orders, when she was picking out baked goods there was nothing at all to shield her magnificent, panty-clad ass from the view of those in line. And so it was little surprise when more and more students began deciding that they, too, desired a donut that afternoon. Towards the end of the rush, Mackenzie found herself turning around and putting her ass on display nearly every single order. By then she'd finally given up on even bothering with the pants, having taken them off and set them under the counter, as if heeding the advice of Emily yesterday.

Great, and I thought I was done flashing my underwear to people today, Mackenzie morosely thought. Guess it's gonna be another long shift.

But Mackenzie had no idea just how embarrassing of a shift it was going to be for her.