Maintenance at the Tilt-A-Whirl

"Fantastic job Emily!" Alan enthusiastically said. "Truly, an execrable job on your part cleaning those mirrors!"

Emily paused for a moment. She had thought "execrable" had meant something bad, and most certainly not something worth congratulating. But Mr. Jackson was so much more knowledgeable about all these big words! Surely she was the one who was mistaken.

"Thank you, Mr. Jackson," she beamed, wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead.

"Please, please, call me Alan. Now I've got some business to attend to, so we must unfortunately part ways for now. I've got a few jobs lined up that I know a meretricious young woman like yourself will be able to handle with ease. And first up is helping Gary with some minor maintenance over at the Tilt-A-Whirl. Think you can manage that?"

"I won't let you down, Mr. Jackson!" Emily eagerly replied before turning and hustling towards the ride.

Alan had been about to again insist Emily call him by his first name, but his words died on his lips at the sight of Emily's delightful ass and the tight shorts clinging to it. After watching her go, he turned and headed back towards his office.

"Shit," he muttered as he suddenly realized he couldn't quite remember what "meretricious" really meant. But he shrugged it off, sure that Emily wouldn't know either. God he was glad he hired that girl.

"Hi there, are you Gary?" Emily asked with a beaming smile at the grizzled middle-aged man running the Tilt-A-Whirl.

"No sh-" he began to say before abruptly cutting himself off upon seeing the bombshell of a woman standing next to him. She was absolutely gorgeous! "Sh-sure! I sure am young lady!" Gary was no looker, sure, but you never knew! No reason to be rude to a beauty like her while he still had a chance, at least.

"I'm Emily, a new hire. Mr. Jackson sent me over to help you out with something!" she beamed.

"Did he now..." Gary mused aloud. How that old coot managed to hire so many attractive young women would always be a mystery to him. "Well, then I've got just the job for you!" He reached down between his legs and began rummaging in some sort of toolbox under the seat. He held up a screwdriver and handed it to Emily. "Know how to use one of these?"

"Oh, yes!" she replied, taking the metal tool. "I'm very good at screwing!"

Gary's eyebrows shot up at the comment, but the girl's expression didn't waver from her enthusiastic smile. Hadn't she realized what she'd just said?

"Uh, yes, well," Gary coughed, "Why don't you put those screwing skills to good use? There are a lot of loose screws in Car 3 over there." He pointed to one of the many large half-spherical cars affixed to the rotating track. It had a small sign saying "DO NOT USE" on the front of it. "Just take that sign off and hop inside. It's got eight screws on each side, most of which need tightening."

"Sure thing!" Emily said.

"You can work on screwing them in while people are getting on and off the ride. In between, feel free to enjoy the ride," he winked at her.

Emily made her way over to the car and slid inside. She sat down on the padded bench-like part of the car and lowered the safety bar onto her lap. The seat was wide enough for three or four people, so Emily scooched over to the left side of the car and found the screws on the side of the wall. The blonde got to work, slowly using the screwdriver to tighten them. She'd made it through five of them when she felt the car slowly beginning to move along the track.

"Oh, time to enjoy the ride!" she giggled, holding the screwdriver in one hand and the safety bar in the other. As the ride picked up speed, Emily was tossed to the left and right of the car, sliding along the smooth seat. As the momentum converged, Emily was thrust all the way to the right of the car. "Woooo!" she cheered, enjoying the simple thrill the ride offered. But then, as she was thrust back to the left, Emily felt something disconcerting. Something was tugging on her shorts. Hard.

Emily glanced down and gasped as she saw that her gray shorts had gotten snagged on one of the protruding screws of the car. Before she could even react, the car's momentum thrust Emily hard to the left. The shorts' fabric ripped apart as she slid across the seat, slamming into the left side of the car. When the **** let up and Emily slid back towards the center of the car, she found that the left side of her shorts had gotten snagged too! A matching hole opened up on the left side of her shorts, showing the red panties Emily had opted to wear for her first day on the job.

The process repeated itself as Emily was thrust back and forth, colliding with each end of the car. And each time a little bit more of her shorts were ripped away. Finally, Emily chose to drop the screwdriver and instead grip the bar with both hands. If she pulled as hard as she could, Emily could just barely manage to stay centered enough not to bump into the walls and their greedy screws.

Unfortunately, the damage was already done. Emily's shorts had been ripped clean through on both the left and right hip. As Emily's butt slid back and forth, the front of the shorts flopped down between her legs and she slid right off of the shorts entirely! Her panties were completely exposed! Emily desperately wanted to try to grab the ruined gray garment, but she knew releasing either hand from the bar would result in her colliding with the walls again. She gave a small whimper of disappointment as the rotating car sent the shorts flying out of the car altogether. They disappeared from Emily's sight, presumably lost in the machinery underneath the track.

Finally, the ride began to slow. Emily was more than a little grateful when the safety bar released and she was able to exit the car. She didn't waste any time. Emily began running. She ran past the confused and chuckling ride-goers. She ran past an elated looking Gary. She ran past everyone, covering her panties as best she could with just her hands, blushing all the way.