No, don't ditch it!

Amy shook her head. No way would she bare herself while working. However uncomfortable the situation got, she would keep her dignity intact! She scratched her boobs some more and cursed herself for choosing the wrong underwear. This specific set of **** devices would definitely find its way into the garbage bin as soon as she made it home.

Sweat was running down her neck as she looked at the pitiful little fan that blew the hot air against her glistening body. If only Old Howie would be a bit more generous about work place equipment. She decided to give her boss an earful about her working conditions as soon as he showed up.

An expensive looking roadster skidded to a stop in front of the pump and two male beach bunnies got out, gesticulating wildly.

"What the hell? How did those surfer boys end up here?" Amy wondered, scratching her sweaty boobs.