She finds Yuki a spare shirt to wear

Chapter originally by rontantes on writing . com

Rachel stepped inside for a few minutes, and Yuki took a moment to examine her ruined shorts. They were already sliding down her legs, even as she just stood there. Yuki awkwardly used one of her hands to hold them in place, attempting to shield her chest with her other arm. There was no way she would be able to do her job with these shorts on! Rachel came out holding a plain white t-shirt.

"Try not to get it wet!" she said, handing it to an extremely grateful Yuki.

Yuki wasted no time pulling the shirt on. It was far better than nothing, but still not exactly ideal wear for a job that virtually ensured she'd end up getting wet. Yuki reluctantly stepped out of the shorts, which had fallen to her ankles when she donned the shirt, and threw them out. The shirt reached down to partially cover her thong, at least. But the bottom part of the tiny outfit covering her crotch was still visible if anyone looked closely.

Trying her best to be careful, Yuki got into a customer's car to do one quick last wipe of the dashboard with a rag. But as she was getting up, the edge of her thong got snagged on the edge of a warped seatbelt buckle. The thin fabric silently snapped apart as Yuki stood up. The young woman, already distracted by the embarrassment of her predicament, didn't even notice as the ruined bikini bottoms slid down her shapely legs before she exited the car. The customer, a gentleman in his 20s with adult dreadlocks slid a dollar bill into Yuki's hand, and quickly slid into the seat of his car.

Oblivious to her womanhood now being on display, Yuki tucked the dollar she was given into a nearby tip jar. Yuki's carefully guarded pink treasure peeked in and out of sight as her shirt moved. It was especially noticeable whenever a breeze blew across the carwash, baring her womanhood for anyone nearby to see.

"Yuki! Will you help us wash the wheels on this monster?" Amy called over to her from behind a large blue hummer.

"No way! If my shirt gets wet it'll be completely see through." Yuki complained. Amy walked around the car, and approached Yuki. The corners of Amy's lips tugged up from her mouth as she noticed Yuki's dilemma.

"If you don't want to wash the car, why don't you get us some coffee from across the street? Here's a Starbucks card someone tipped me with earlier. I want a caramel machiatto. Rachel will want an Americano, and why don't you get something for yourself too?"

Yuki nodded, glad she wouldn't be in danger of getting her shirt wet. She grabbed the card and headed off on her errand. Amy giggled as some of the customers waiting in line watched Yuki walk off, her taught buttocks moving hypnotically in a swaying pattern.