Emily disobeys and works in her clothes

I sigh and turn around. It wasn’t even my fault the uniform was missing! I would continue to argue with her about how this isn’t all my fault, but I know she doesn’t want to hear it. I walk out of her office and into the locker room.

“So,” begins Mindy, “what did you mom say? Did she get you a spare uniform?”

I sigh. “Guess what, Mindy? Mom’s making me work NAKED. Fucking naked, Mindy! Naked! I’m not fucking joking! I gotta wash cars in the buff!”

Mindy stares at me for a few seconds, then bursts into laughter. “Oh Em,” she snorts, “I guess you should’ve kept a closer eye on that uniform of yours.”

WHAT? Is she seriously taking my mom’s side on this?

“B-But it isn’t my fault! Somebody stole it! You know what? I bet it was that bitch of a sister. “I told Mom about it, but she didn’t wanna hear it.”

“Well then,” chuckles Mindy, “looks like we’re gonna be seeing a LOT of you today!”

“Ha! Don’t count on it.” I roll my eyes.

“What? What are you onto?” She puts her hands on her hips.

“I’m working in my clothes. There’s nothing stopping me. Unless she sees me, it’ll be a cinch. I just gotta sneak into the garage.”

“I’d obey her if I were you.”

“You’re not the one forced to strip. NUDE.”

“I have no part in this. If you get me in trouble, though, you’ll wish you DIDN’T have a job.”

“Already starting to.”

“Just get to work and hope nothing happens to make your situation worse.” I look peek out the door. I find my mom’s chair empty and the garage silent. I smirk at Mindy and rush into the garage to prepare for work.