A bikini and short-shorts

Chapter originally by PhantomPen and Teraton on writing . com

Yuki was a modest girl by nature, but the heat wave made such a thing secondary to comfort. Rather than her usual work uniform, Yuki had opted for her favorite bikini and a pair of short-shorts instead. Yuki certainly wasn't ashamed of her body; she knew she had a pleasing figure. She just preferred to cover up, and the occasional look from passersby wasn't entirely unwelcome. So long as her privates were kept private, Yuki was happy with a bit of showing off.

It seemed to be a relatively busy day, with several cars lined up and waiting to be tended to. Knowing that it wouldn't do to keep her coworkers waiting, Yuki quickly clocked in and ran out to join one of the smaller cleaning crews. Yuki's arrival was met with appreciative looks from Jen, Mary, and Kacey, who had already been working on the vehicle when Yuki arrived.

"Hey Yuki, good to see ya." Mary said. "We really needed another set of hands here. We're already taking care of a few things, do you think you could grab the vacuum and start cleaning the interior?"

"Sure thing!" Yuki replied. Mary gave her an appreciative grin, nudging the vacuum over to her, before she went back to scrubbing the hood of the car.

As she opened the door to the backseat, vacuum nozzle in hand, Yuki was met with a complete and utter mess. Evidently, whoever owned the car had kids, because the floor of the car was littered with crumbs, bits of dropped pretzels, Goldfish crackers, and even a long forgotten lollipop stuck fast to the car's carpeting.

"Uugh..." Yuki groaned. Bracing herself, she got to work, running the nozzle over and over the floor of the car. As bad as it looked, she got through most of it without problem. In no time at all, she was having to lean across the car to reach; she would have happily switched to the other side if the doorway wasn't being used by Kacey to reach the car's roof. Thankfully, the vacuum had picked up most of the mess, but still, with just her bikini top on, more skin was touching the car's carpeting than Yuki would have liked.

She had just about finished when, suddenly, the vacuum stopped working. It took Yuki a second to realize what had happened. Pulling the nozzle up from the floor of the car, she didn't see anything wrong with it. She shook it around a bit, hoping to clear any obstruction in the tube. But still, it didn't start up again. Yuki smacked the side of the nozzle, but still got no response from the machine. She picked herself up off the car's backseat, turning to look at the vacuum itself. It was still switched on, and nobody was standing on the tube. Looking over at the outlet, she saw it was still plugged in as well.

So why did it stop...? Yuki wondered. She turned it over, shaking it a few more times, without any luck. Turning it around in her hands, she inspected every inch of it, not finding anything to indicate why it would stop working.

Yuki, so focused on the problem at hand, had the nozzle pointed directly towards her chest when disaster struck.