2)Bikini Carwash?

*I've decided to make this a shared story, so the events of Glynda's story to a cosplay convention happened the previous day before this one. Any and all future stories will have a number indicator to distinguish in what order. I'll also be making small updates to include references to the last story in this one.*

Glynda frowned as she looked at the half scribble address James had given her. '343 Baxter St'. She wasn't familiar with this area of Vale, in fact this might've been the furthest she'd traveled outside of Beacon in awhile.

What made it worse was that she had no idea what shop she was even looking for, James had said the business was a high traffic area for consumers, before he could elaborate he was called away. With only the address she continued searching. '333, 334 Baxter Street'. She was getting close.

What was worse was that since this was supposed to be an undercover assignment she had no idea what to dress in. She decided to wear black jeans with her black boots, a long sleeved blue shirt, and had let her hair down as normally she kept it up. She had to admit glancing at herself in the mirror while leaving she looked fantastic and like a new woman. Plus it was better than wearing an outfit that was two sizes too small for her.

She inwardly sighed, truth was after the embarrassment of yesterdays undercover task Glynda wasn't keen on accepting another. But since she was able to secure the documents indicating where the White Fang was operating, James had insisted she do this. So putting her job as a Huntress before her pride she accepted.

'342 and 343!' Glynda's eyes lite up as she found finally found the right address, she glanced down at the store and she had to hold her surprise at what she saw. It was a large parking lot, cars were parked all along the area, but what made Glynda's face blush was that there were woman, mainly in their 20's dressed in the smallest swimsuit she'd ever seen, covered in water and soap suds and washing cars.

This had to be a mistake, there was no way Ironwood would send her to work a job this humiliating!...AGAIN! Maybe she got the wrong address? She looked around to find someone to help, she finally spotted one of the workers crouched down and filling a bucket. She felt her cheeks tinge pink as the woman had half her ass cheeks hanging, what was the point in the bathing suit if it didn't cover the entire rear?

She nervously walked closer, mindful to avoid the puddles.

"Excuse me?" She asked, trying to hide how awkward she felt. The woman stood up and turned around a big smile on her face. 'Oh Dust, there's even less covering her front! You can practically see her nipp-' Nope she needed to focus.

"Hi I'm Amy, How can I help you?" The younger woman asked, if she was embarrassed by how much cleavage she was showing she didn't show it.

Glynda cleared her throat and pulled out the paper, showing it to her. Avoiding looking anywhere near the women's open cleavage. "I'm looking for this address do you know where it is?"

"Its right here silly!" She responded. Glynda could feel her hand clenched, did Ironwood actually expect her to put on that tiny excuse of a work uniform and **** herself to wash cars!?

"Are you here to wash your car?" The women oblivious to Glynda's anger asked.

"No!" She said a little too loudly.

"Oh" The women said frowning, it was then her eyes landed on Glynda's chest. "OH! You're here to apply!"

'Nope, nope, I did not agree to this!' She seethed, she so desperately wanted to say no, but her pride was stopping her. She gave James her word that she would do this. Besides, he took his job very seriously, if he believed there was White Fang involvement then surely was terrorist involvement here...No matter how shocking it looked.

"Yes....I...am" Glynda said, each word making her feel sick.

"Okay, normally college girls apply, but I think I can make an exception for a woman your age." She responded.

Woman of her age? She was still a vibrant, strong, independent woman of the young age of 41! But she couldn't lose her temper, no matter how much she wanted to scold the the dolt.

"Thank you." She bit back, agitation clearly evident towards the offender.

"You're welcome, no matter how old you are men would always appreciate you washing their car. In fact someone even prefer a woman with a lot of experience." Glynda couldn't tell if Amy was insulting her or complimenting her, regardless it didn't lessen the anger that was building towards her.

"Now come this way and I'll give you your uniform." Amy motioned for her to follow. Glynda just prayed to any god that listened that her 'uniform' was decent to wear.

Glynda tapped her foot as she watched Amy rummage through a big duffle bag. The longer she searched the more unnerved Glynda started to feel, was she actually going to through with this? Set her aside her dignity and to do a demeaning job and purposely let numerous men stare at her like a common street whore?

She sighed as she remembered how much James stressed this was an important assignment. Despite her hesitation she knew being a Huntress mean't putting herself in the line of duty, and as she watched two young women spraying each other with a hose in front of group of men, she reluctantly admitted that yes, this counted as her duty.

"Here it is!" Amy exclaimed, breaking Glynda's train of thought.