Clean slate

Dylan stormed through the alleyway and out of sight from the onlookers. This was bad, not only was she still naked and filthy, but now her hands were firmly cuffed behind her, meaning she couldn’t do anything to cover herself up!

Fortune was seemingly looking down on her, as Dylan stumbled upon some kind of mechanics place. At least, she assumed it was. Due to a broken street light, she could only make out the half of the sign that said “Car.” No matter, there’d surely be a tool kit of some kind.

With the coast clear, Dylan made her way inside the building. It appeared to have been closed for the night, as evidenced by the pitch black darkness that Dylan now stumbled in. As she fumbled with her cuffed hands for any kind of light switch, Dylan made note of the overwhelming chemical aroma.

As she felt her way around, she eventually hit a switch, which activated the lights in a nearby room. Dylan stepped in, and the door locked behind her. The floor beneath her feet lurched forward, causing Dylan to lose her balance. She fell flat on her butt as she took in her surroundings. She was sat on a conveyor belt, one that would passing by a series of machines.

It suddenly dawned on Dylan that she was not in a mechanic’s, but had in fact entered a car wash. The realisation hit her the second a row of water jets hit her from above. She squealed as her bare skin rose in goosebumps, and writhed on the conveyor floor, too overwhelmed to get onto her feet. The sensations abruptly stopped, and Dylan sat back up, only to gasp loudly as the water jets beneath her hit her most… sensitive areas, prompting her to leap onto her feet.

As Dylan’s senses returned, she hopped over the tire cleaners, and ducked underneath the scrubbers. But in her haste, she unwittingly charged into the rotating dryers. Her body was spun around - overwhelmed by the brushes whirling against her skin and intimates - before being spat out on the other side.

Dylan caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror. While her hair was now a frizzy mess, the car wash had erased all trace of the gas station dumpster and blue syrup, and she was finally dry to boot. Even her handcuffs gleamed with a new shine. Wait, her handcuffs! She still had to remove them!

Well that would have to wait, because the sound of an approaching police car snaps her back into reality. Someone must’ve reported the break in. Not wanting a repeat of last time, Dylan snuck out of the car wash, and ran down the street in her (now clean) birthday suit.