Rather unexpected

As we finished up with soaping the car, we were starting rinsing and after that, turning on the fans to dry it. The fans were much bigger and more powerful than our personal ones. So much so that we had to remotely turn them on at our stations, not so close the general work area, simply to avoid being slammed into a random object or the car itself.

“Careful. You’ve ruined both your tops already, and your shorts and shoes are as good as gone. If you’d obeyed your mom, you would at least had clothes after the work day. Best try not to fuck up any further.” Mindy held my rag behind her to make sure I understood. I just wanted to be done, and if I could help it, never work under a truck again.

“Alright, alright. I get you.” I held my hand out, the other failing to cover my chest. She slowly handed me the wet cloth and headed to the truck.

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Ten minutes or so later, most of the soap was washed off and the car looked 1000% shinier than when it rolled in. Now it was time to dry. I went back to my station. Meanwhile, Mindy seemed to be putting a few last touches on it and soon be at my side. “You done there. I’m ready with the switch.”

“Hold on.” She said nearly in a whisper then gradually loudened her voice. “Don’t turn them on!”

Due to that gradual effect, I heard ‘turn them on’ and gave a slightly puzzled look. Still she looked almost fond and surely would be out of there in time. I pressed a button which made all the huge fans’ propellers whir. She looked up at the noise. Suddenly she tipped over and was getting pushed all around the room. I saw and pressed the button rapidly. Unfortunately they had a cool down to which could be activated or deactivated.

Knowing my click was doing nothing, I dove in to help her out, clearly forgetting both our states of dress, which would also both lessen soon. She gave me a shocked expression on her face. She covered her head, removing her hands from the truck and flying backwards in the deafening blowing. I didn’t hear a ripping or pulling sound but I knew there was something wrong. I saw her sliding out of her ripped, in the upper half, suit without her knowing. The suit was sliding down her legs and beginning to let go of her feet. She couldn’t see or feel anything due to the fans, whereas my vision was a little less than fine, but sense of touch even more impaired.

I managed to grab a separate remote and slowly turn off the fans. We laid on the floor, gasping for air. The man must’ve been asleep. When we came back to sight, we were both nude. Her suit was flattened, strained, and torn to a point of no return. My panties were nowhere. I searched up and down without a single trace to them. We stared at each other as the man paid and left.