Finally someone here to help

A tired and disapproving "Hey!" startled Candace. She opened her eyes to see a stern-faced woman in a hairnet and a stained apron standing beside her.

“Come with me,” the woman commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. “You’re making a mess.”

Candace, her body still sticky with mashed potatoes and gravy, with chocolate milk everywhere else, could only nod meekly. She stood up, acutely aware of the stares from the surrounding students, their faces a mix of amusement, pity, and a morbid fascination. She looked back at the nerd who had unfortunately just made her day even worse. That concern had turned into a regretful stare.

The woman, muttering under her breath about "college kids these days" and "the indignity of it all," led Candace through a swinging door and into the bustling chaos of the dining hall kitchen. The air was thick with the smells of frying food and industrial-strength cleaning products.

“Stand right there,” the woman instructed, pointing towards a large, stainless-steel sink. “And don’t move.”

Candace obeyed. She slowly got acquainted with the heat of the kitchen. She watched as the woman filled the sink with hot water and squirted a decent amount of dish soap into the swirling depths.

“This is gonna be cold,” the woman warned, her voice annoyed with Candace, “but we gotta get this mess off you. Clarence, help me out here!”

Candace braced herself, not just for the cold water but also for the introduction of yet another party to help her "shower". She felt the rough dishcloth against her skin as the woman washed her down. culinary **** was scrubbed away. The hands didn't mind taking care of her chest or behind or any other part of her. But at least they felt like they didn't linger longer than they should.

An amused Clarence, and another guy who decided to be so gracious to help out, paused in their tasks to come over and help wash the helpless nymph. The hairnet lady sprayed the culinary **** off of her like she was a pig, while the two guys used the soapy water to manually clean her body.

Candace stood there, her arms held awkwardly away from her body, her nakedness exposed to the prying eyes of strangers, her fate seemingly dictated by the whims of this woman with a removable faucet and a seemingly endless supply of soap. "Joey, I didn't ask you to join in. Don't let the mystery meat patties burn." Part of her wanted to wash herself but this was their equipment and they knew what they were doing to get her out as soon as possible.

It was a bizarre, surreal experience, a baptism by dish soap in the heart of a college dining hall. Clarence was the one to pat Candace dry with a rough towel, and he took the opportunity to make some comments as he reached around to dry her butt off. "You know, you're lucky to be naked right now. Spilling all that food on your clothes is way harder to clean off. You couldn't just do it here. Part of the reason is we'd have to get you in your underwear. Ain't that funny?" He chuckled to himself as Candace felt his hands squeeze her butt, which she supposed was necessary.

"Um, can I-," Candace attempted to make her move for the towel once Clarence was done but he threw it right into the soapy water.

"Alright, you can go out right this way."