Her mom asks her to pick up some supplies

After the afternoon rush of cars passed, the car wash was a lot less busy. After finishing the last car in line for my garage, I wiped the sweat off my forehead and enjoyed the break from manual labor (and strangers watching my totally nude body). I grabbed some water from the cooler in the garage and sat down, thankful for the moment of rest. Five minutes later, my mom walked into the garage, with her signature clipboard in hand. I covered myself up

"Hey Em! How's it going?" my mom asked cheerily. Seriously? How the fuck did she think I was doing? Besides getting Jason's number, this day has been embarrassing as all hell.

"You mean minus the whole working completely naked thing? Great..." I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Oh come on Em, I see the massive stack of tips on the table here, it can't be all bad."

"Well, you try working naked and see how it feels." I shot back. She frowned, but ignored my suggestion.

"Anyway, I came by because we are running low on soap and I need someone to go pick some up from Walmart before we totally run out. Sarah called in sick, so I have Mindy working the register since her garage wasn't busy at all." (Gee, I wonder why) "As you know, I have to stay here to manage the store. So I need you to go pick up the soap right now while we're not busy."

Ugh, I hate making supply runs. But I don't really have a reason to get out of it.

"Fine, just give me a minute to get dressed first." I reluctantly agreed. At least I'll get a break from my nakedness for a little while.

"Okay sweetie" my mom agreed. I made my way back to the main store, ignoring the honks from passing cars witnessing my nudity. I walked into the store, where Mindy was manning the cash register.

"What's shakin' nudie?" Mindy said with a laugh as I walked through the store lobby. I didn't respond, instead flipping her off with the arm that was covering my boobs, exposing my pink nips to her, which quickly hardened from the cool air conditioned store, but at that point I didn't really care. Once inside the locker room, I made my way to my locker, eager to wear clothes again.