Wash. Rinse. Shine. Repeat.

“You can start with washing the car. Granted, I won’t be able to drive it for some time, but Arthur needs it for the weekend. Plus, the neighbours are starting to complain.”

“Of course, right away mister Bernard.” Loraine felt somewhat relieved at the task. It didn’t sound as demeaning as she had feared…

…Until she actually saw the car. Dust and grime covered every single inch of the car to the point she wasn’t even sure which colour the vehicle was. “Just… how did it get this filthy?!” Loraine said shocked, almost dropping her water bucket.

“Yeah, that one’s on me. Sorry.” Said Arthur insincerely, setting up a lawn chair. “I always take this shortcut through the forest and there are always a few puddles.”

“A few puddles?! The car is absolutely caked in mud!”

“Which is why I am glad that I am not washing the car. Now get busy, missy.”

Loraine growled, putting the sponge in the water and started scrubbing. She soon discovered just how hard the filth actually was, forcing her to use a lot of strength. And that in turn caused her to moan from exertion.

“Khhhrn, come on! Get off!”

“Keep moaning like that, and I will.” Jested Arthur.

Loraine sighed as she advanced to Arthur. “Christ, does everything have to be sexual with you guys?!”

“Oh please, you must have just as many filthy thoughts as the rest of us. In fact, I’ll bet you think of even more fantasies now that you are forever naked.”

“Hah, you wish!” Said Loraine indignant. “I keep my mind in my head, and not the gutter.”

“Really?” Said Arthur skeptically. “Challenge accepted.”

“What was that?”

“Never you mind, now get back to cleaning!” Loraine rolled her eyes as she continued, while Arthur grabbed his phone and sent a few texts.

Twenty minutes later and Loraine was finally finished, the (apparently blue) car shining in the sun and the woman drenched in water and soap. “At last, I-“

“HONK HONK!”

Loraine was startled by the loud sound of a red motorcycle that parked nearby. “Ey, Arthur. This the chick you were talking about?” The driver of the bike shouted.

“No, I was talking about the other naked chick broke my dad’s leg and is now our servant. Of course this is the girl, genius.” Laughed Arthur.

“Asshole.” The other guy laughed in the response, as he stepped off and walked over to Loraine. “Name’s Gabriel, but you can call me Gabe.” He said as he grabbed her hand and tried to kiss it.

Loraine quickly pulled her hand away. “I’ll call you an ambulance if you try that again!”

Arthur interjected. “Now now, Loraine. Be nice. After all, you’ll be…”