Her bikini bottoms rip apart

Chapter originally by Teraton and Voltros on writing . com

The group had gotten well into the swing of things when Sandy clapped Yuki on the back and handed her a sponge.

"Hey, Yuki, mind handling the tires?" she asked, "We're almost out of soap, I need to go grab some more."

"Sure thing!" Yuki had been working for so long without problem that the clinging sensation of her suit was nothing more than an afterthought in the back of her mind. On the plus side, Yuki was no longer uncomfortable, having acclimated to both the suit digging into her skin, and the feeling of wearing so little. On the minus side (or plus for everyone but Yuki), she had forgotten quite how much she was showing. So, when she bent over to clean the tires rims, about half of her bottom was bared above the suit. The half that stayed in the suit was less covered than it should have been, the fabric of the suit wedged tightly between Yuki's cheeks.

All in all, Yuki, and everyone looking at the lady's less-covered-hindquarters, were a lot more surprised than they should have been when the flimsy swimwear gave up the ghost. With a sudden snap, Yuki felt an immense pressure released from her lower-half. Seeing her partial nudity reflected through the soapy tire rim, Yuki could only react fast enough to close her legs, catching the garment at her knees. Her balance lost, Yuki pitched forward, one hand slapping loudly against the cars hood as she caught herself. The end result; Yuki had a lot of attention drawn to her as she was bent forward with a scrap of cloth between her knees, effectively mooning most of the carwash.

Yuki was frozen in that position for a few seconds, red-faced and bare-cheeked, until Jen came to her rescue. Positioning herself behind Yuki, Jen's own somewhat-wide frame was shielding Yuki's ass from view as Jen reached over and helped her to a standing position.

"Alright, everybody, nothing to see here!" Jen called over her shoulder, before lowering her volume as she turned back to Yuki. "Come on, Yuki, get up..." Yuki finally snapped out of the shock of initial embarrassment, dropping her sponge and picking up the front of her broken bottoms, her other hand doing the same to the back as Jen shuffled her along to the other side of the car, where people couldn't quite get a good look.

"Geeze, Yuki," Jen started, "it's amazing that suit lasted as long as it did".

Yuki shuddered. "I can't believe everyone saw my ass just hanging out like that."

Jen seemed to be blushing as hard as Yuki was. "Yeah, well... could've been worse. You could've been facing the other way!" Yuki shook her head, but sighed. She was still shaken, but Jen was right in a way, and the small comfort was helping her think more clearly.

"I guess I'm going to have to get my clothes back from Rachel. I can't work like this, but..." Yuki frowned, "I can't really work in my normal clothes either."

"I can help!" came a voice from behind Yuki, startling her into dropping the back of her suit. This let Sandy, the source of the voice in question get a nice view, but Sandy was nice enough to just snicker a little before letting it slide as Yuki readjusted herself. "I wore a pair of jean shorts over my suit when I drove in today. I don't care if they get wet or anything."

"Thanks," Yuki said, not quite meeting the other girl's eyes after flashing her, "I'll keep that in mind." On the one hand, getting those shorts mean that she wouldn't be bothering Rachel, and that she could keep working without fear of ruining her own clothes. On the other hand, Yuki was yearning to just get dressed at this point. She was holding her bottoms up on both sides, the broken straps hanging uselessly and leaving her sides completely bare. Not only could she not work like this, but Yuki no longer trusted her top to stay intact! Even if it meant working the register inside, Yuki sort of just wanted to get her clothes from Rachel's office and redress.

Sandy returned and handed Yuki the jean shorts. Yuki quickly slipped them on, only to discover something quite unnerving.

"Um Sandy," Yuki said. "These shorts feel really... loose."

"Well of course they are," Sandy replied. "We're not exactly the same size."

"But these are really loose! I'm just worried they might end up... sliding down."

"Well you can always give them back," Sandy scoffed. Yuki reflexively took a step back ,as if she thought Sandy was going to rip them off her body.

"No, no! No they're fine. I'll just have to be careful, I guess." Sandy smiled at Yuki before turning and heading back to work.