They stay together and end up behind a souvenir shop

An embarrassing few minutes later of fleeing and being groped later, all three nude women were nestled out of sight from the crowds of people attending the park. Following Mackenzie's lead, they had managed to duck behind a small building selling souvenirs. There was about a two foot gap between the back of the building and the tall hedges denoting the edge of the park. In that small space the three of them tried to regroup. The haunted house had stripped the group of everything they'd come with, except for Mackenzie's socks and shoes.

"Well," Mackenzie said, breathing heavily and peering around the edge of the building, "I think we're safely out of sight."

"For now..." Willow muttered. While it was unlikely, there was nothing actually stopping curious parkgoers from wandering behind the building, just as the naked women had. Willow was about to complain further when her eyes were once again drawn to Mackenzie's spectacular ass, which was completely uncovered for the moment.

"We need to think of a way out of this!" Marianne whined, panic creeping into her voice. She had a hand modestly positioned over her pussy and one arm feebly attempting to contain her voluptuous chest. "Oh, this is so humiliating!"

"Look," Mackenzie said, turning to face her friends, also keeping her arms sheepishly draped over her otherwise exposed body. "We just need to find something to wear, right? Then we can leave with no problems."

"Except how are we gonna get home?" Willow interjected, "Marianne drove us here and, unless she's hiding her car keys really well, I'd say those are gone now."

"I-I lost my purse somewhere in the haunted house," the brunette said with a blush. "I don't have my keys or my phone!"

"Well, either way!" Mackenzie said, not wanting to think about how truly screwed they were. "The first step is getting something to wear so we can at least walk around the damn park."

The other two ladies didn't object to that notion at all. All three waited for someone to chime in next, but there was only the distant clamor of the crowds.

"So, uh..." Marianne said, "Any ideas?"

"Beats me," Willow said as she leaned back against the tall hedges. She immediately stiffened and jumped back forward. The hedges were apparently too prickly for bare skin. She tenderly rubbed her backside, leaving the rest of her body free to be seen. "Mackenzie, you're the expert at this."

"I'd hardly say I'm an 'expert' at it," Mackenzie said with a bristle. But she couldn't deny what Willow meant. With a sigh, she said, "Well since we've got no money and no phones to call anyone else, I'd say we have two real options, barring finding some completely abandoned clothing. We either steal something to wear or we ask someone who seems trustworthy for help."

Both of the other women gulped at those prospects. Neither seemed too appealing. Although, they were right behind a small store that was, presumably, selling amusement park t-shirts.