Vanessa has company in the ladies toilets

As much as Vanessa hated to do this and believed it was beneath her, she was a wealthy CEO after all, she didn't see how she had much choice. With a dramatic sigh she took the cleaning supplies her parole officer had brought with her and entered the sour smelling public toilets.

Watkins just smiled and watched her go. She could inspect Vanessa's work after she was finished. There was no reason for her to enter the rank building just yet.

Deciding to start with the ladies facilities first, Vanessa entered and found them to be just as awful as the smell had indicated. She held her nose as she took in the fouled toilets, the filthy sinks, the floor that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years and the overflowing trashcan. She stomped her high heel clad foot in frustration. This was ridiculous. It was like cruel and unusual punishment to make a woman like her do disgusting labor like this.

She was considering confronting her parole officer or maybe calling her lawyer when the door to the toilets opened. In came three young women in leather jackets, torn jeans and boots. They looked like local hoodlums so Vanessa thought it best to ignore them and at least pretend to be cleaning.

She grabbed some paper towels and began wiping the mirror above the sink. It was fairly greasy and she wasn't doing a very good job of it. She could hear them walking around behind her, talking about her and wondering what she was doing there. She was still rather ineffectually smearing grease all over the mirror when one of them came up right behind her.

"What are you doing, bitch?" she demanded to know.

"I'm just doing some cleaning," Vanessa replied as lightly as she could. She didn't want to explain about her community service or that this was a neighborhood she would have normally never been caught dead in.

The girls seemed to think her answer was pretty funny and laughed. Then the same one who had first confronted her, the one with the bandana, decided to be helpful, "Hey, that's nice of you," she said, "But really you're doing a shit job of it, it's like you've never done a ounce of real work in your life. Is that how it is, rich lady?"

Vanessa didn't know how to respond. She didn't want to argue and she didn't want to admit they were right about her. She just kind of shrugged, "I don't know, I'm just doing my best," and kept wiping.

"Well then," Bandana continued as she walked around Vanessa caressing her ass as she did, "Why don't you let us show you how it's done?" then to her friends she added, "Right girls? We should show this uptown girl the right way to take care of this shit, right?" the two other girls agreed wholeheartedly and soon all three of them were surrounding Vanessa.

The fallen CEO wasn't sure where this was going, but the wicked gleam in Bandana's eyes told her she wasn't going to like it.