She tries to get Yuki's top out of the vacuum

Originally by PhantomPen and Teraton on writing . com

Yuki opted to stay in her hiding spot behind the car while Rachel approached the faulty vacuum. Hopefully Rachel would be able to open the machine up and recover Yuki's bikini top. Until then, well... at least it was a warm day.

"Okay, let's see what's wrong with you." Rachel muttered, kneeling down to inspect the vacuum.

Rachel flipped the main switch a few times, turning the vacuum on and off. The machine seemed to react just fine, powering up and and down as normal. Perhaps just a fluke? Still, after Yuki's incident, it just might be time to set aside the funds for a replacement. In any case, it was time to try and recover Yuki's top. Grasping the vacuum door firmly, Rachel planted her feet and pulled back. The door, however, refused to yield. Another reason to replace the old machine, it would seem.

Knowing she couldn't let Yuki down so easily, Rachel redoubled her efforts. Gathering up her strength, Rachel planted one foot against the body of the vacuum for extra leverage and yanked back with all her might. Thankfully, the vacuum door gave way; less thankfully, it gave way with a giant cloud of dust and debris that proceeded to unload all over Rachel as she fell on her back from the sudden loss of resistance.

"Rachel!" Yuki cried, scurrying up to her boss, though still keeping herself as hidden and covered as possible. "Are you alright?"

Coughing, Rachel waved away Yuki's help. "I'm fine, Yuki. Nothing some water won't fix. I was planning on changing into a suit and helping you guys in a minute here anyway."

Yuki nodded, accepting her boss's assurance, and a little glad to hear that she'd be joining the workers. "So, what about my top?"

"Your top? Oh, right, uh... let's see here." Rachel said, reaching into the opened vacuum. Feeling around for a moment, her face lit up slightly. "I think I've got it! Ta-da!"

Rachel's triumphant cry was a bit overzealous, however, as the bikini top she extracted was completely destroyed. Yuki's heart sank upon seeing the tattered remains of her top; now nothing more than a few scraps of fabric barely held onto a string. Rachel herself took a second longer to realize the state of the article in her hand.

"Oh. Uh... hm." Rachel scratched her head, looking at the meager wreck of a bikini top held in her hand, as if she was trying to think of how to fix it. Yuki, meanwhile, was only clutching her chest tighter, her head darting around. Unfortunately, it seemed like her coworkers had cleared up their problem with the hose, and were now turning their attention back towards the car.

"Well, this is... something," Rachel said, grabbing Yuki's attention once more. "Honestly, I'm kind of at a loss here... but I'll think of something!" Rachel backpedaled at the horrified look on Yuki's face. "Look, for now, how about we just get you inside, alright? If we can't cover you, we can at least get you out of sight." Yuki nodded in agreement.

"Now," her boss started, peeking around the side of the car, "let's get you in there quietly, right? I don't need rumors spreading that I've got you girls working topless!" Rachel cracked a slight smile, only to lose it when it was clear that her employee didn't find it nearly as funny. "Right, well, anyway... let's try to time this right."

Yuki tensed, ready to dart across to the relative privacy of the indoors.

"Alright, make a run for it... now!" Rachel said, waving her arm as she gave Yuki the word to make her run for the door into the building.

Yuki certainly didn't need any extra encouragement, and the topless girl was dashing away before Rachel had even finished saying "now." While she was sure that the team she was abandoning were probably looking in her direction, curious as to why she seemed to be ditching them, Yuki did take some comfort in the fact that the others teams she passed were busy with their work and didn't seem to notice her running by. All things considered, the run for cover seemed to be going wonderfully.

Of course, that was when things just had to come crashing down. In this case, the thing that came crashing down was Yuki's damaged shorts. Without the button to hold them in place, the shorts slipped down Yuki's legs as she ran. With both arms clamped across her chest to keep her breasts hidden, Yuki was unable to prevent what happened next. As the wrecked shorts slipped past her knees and fell down her slender calves, coming to rest around Yuki's ankles, the embarrassed girl suddenly found herself unable to run.

Indeed, she had been mid-stride when her shorts finished falling, and the sudden restriction of movement sent Yuki speeding towards the ground! Out of instinct, Yuki's arms left their resting place across her chest, reaching out to break her fall. Without her arms to contain them, Yuki's breasts were allowed to hang free, swaying back and forth from the momentum of her fall; anybody looking in Yuki's direction would have been treated to an unobstructed view of her gorgeous breasts. The only thing that might have distracted people from Yuki's ample chest was the other part of her put on display.

Without her shorts to hide her bikini's thong bottom, Yuki's firm rear end was blatantly visible. The only form of cover being the thin strip of material that covered the area between her cheeks. In that moment, Yuki deeply regretted choosing to wear this particular suit, though she regretted buying it even more. The stupid thing had been an impulse buy. Something she'd bought because she thought it looked good, only to realize that she wouldn't be caught dead wearing something so revealing. Of course, here she was, very much alive and wearing it.

Looking around, Yuki tried to assess the situation. Maybe nobody had noticed her fall?