Fixing the carwash

"The carwash is broken again and I really need it to be fixed. I remember you complaining about your pay and stuff, so show me that you can do more than manning the pump and get that thing operational again. I might consider an increase if you're capable of that. And I'll pay you half the cost of an actual mechanic on top!"

"Wow, what an amazing offer!" groaned Amy, "You're still a cheapskate, you know? What would you do without a young woman to exploit?"

"Tsk, tsk. Insatiable, those youngsters. You'll do it or what?"

"Still more money than my normal pay, so of course I'll try to fix that thing! By the way, this measly fan is not adequate for the booth! You need to put a proper A/C in here!"

"Am I an oil baron or something?"

"Howie! That's not a wish, that's a statement of fact! I'll get a stroke if I have to work in this thing any longer!"

And with that, Amy exited her little booth and walked over to the broken car wash, her big, bra-less breasts jiggling and swaying with every step.