She learns a lesson in the art of car washing

Mindy follows me in her own uniform, holding a rag and towel. I pour some soap in a bucket of water. I turn on the radio and fans. Not too soon after, a blue truck rolls in and a man steps out of the truck. “Can I help you?”

“Yes,” he begins, “I’ll need a car wash, but I’ve also had some problems with the undercarriage. I know you can help with the first one, but do you do checkups or repairs?”

“There isn’t anything official, but if you want, I did specialize in that area for a good year or two. I could just as easily look at it while Mindy here starts the washing, then join her after?”

“That would be great, thank you.” He says. I smile and nod. I gather some tools and a rag.

“Did you get all that?” I ask my coworker.

“You’ll look at his undercarriage, check things up, while I start things off, then join me when you’re finished. Yep.” I nod and slide under the big truck. There is some oil dripping from a pipe and some of the underbelly looks beaten up. There are dents and in some places, broken metal. Not to mention, a couple loose bolts.

I slide back out and signal for him to roll down the window. “Do you do off-roading or reckless driving of any kind?”

“I suppose both, is there a problem?”

“Nothing I can’t fix shortly.” I lay back down on the grill-like floor. As I swing under, I feel a slight pull, but knowing his door and window were closed, I ignore it and carry on. I grab a wrench and twist a few things tighter as well as push a few metal pieces that were jutting out back into place. I slide, from my point of view, upwards and feel a resistance in my motion. I grab the pipes underneath and pull myself further to see where the source is. This time, nothing happens.

I look down myself to locate what it was the first time. I see my legs bared and my shorts hanging from a hooked metal. I try to maneuver my legs back in, to not alarm the lazily working Mindy. The frustration kicks in and I eventually **** my legs down. The vibration hits the shorts, and they slip. I clasp my legs together too late. They fall through the drainage. After a short panic, I attempt to resume my work, but again find myself less able to move. I grunt and check down my body again, looking past the panties and pale legs.

Only then did I find my feet stuck in the grill. Being stuck under the truck, I can’t use my arms. So I instead tug further. I feel my right foot pry out and try to use it on my left. As I finally have both feet out of their shoes, said shoes slip through the gaps and slash down. The sound draws the attention of Mindy. “You alright down there?”

“Yep. Coming up now.” She slides me out from under and gasps.

“Oh no you didn’t. I told you something could happen. And it would be my fault!”

“Just hand me a rag.”

“Hold on! Have you not seen yourself? Your shirt!” I look to see me shirt almost completely drenched in oil. The one thing I didn’t notice. “You gotta take that off. Just hope it hasn’t reached your bra too much.” I remove my shirt and throw it on the workbench.

“Fuck. You’re kidding me.” My white bra has turned almost fully black on the front. “What do I do?”

Mindy laughs “The only logical thing. Remove it dumbass, if that stuff settles on you, that’s some bad fucking news.”

“Shit.” I unclasp it and throw it by me shirt. I’m barely in a better spot than I was in mom’s idea.