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Mallory’s Car Wash Calamity (Literature)
🕑 Added 2022-02-24 21:31:48 +0000 UTCMallory paused doing up the buttons on her new blouse. She sighed. Without even looking up at her bathroom mirror to check, she could already tell it was too tight, but still she tried. The middle button only just barely reached across her chest, and it felt liable to pop at any moment. She sighed. She just knew this was going to happen, too. ‘Yes,’ she’d insisted, ‘really, a large, extra-large if you have it.’ The manager had just laughed her off and assured her she was fit as a fiddle. Mallory knew they’d meant well, but it wasn’t about her body image… well, not her *whole* body… just her boobs. In terms of height and shoulder and everything she was an easy medium, it was just… well… her stupid big boobs. Her breasts were just so big that without the extra fabric, shirts hugged way too tight or rode up too far. She couldn’t fathom why some girls bragged about having big bazonkers; for Mallory, they were nothing but trouble! It’s one of those things that’s way too embarrassing to say out loud, so all Mallory could do was insist again for her uniform to be in large at LEAST. She could tell from the manager’s face, though, while they were nodding and agreeing, they weren’t going to be giving her anything above medium. Great. As if she needed one more reason to not be excited for today…
After a weeklong spell of moping following her absolutely horrendous day at the petting zoo, Mallory decided it was about time to give a go at a new job. She’d chosen a posting for a car wash attendant because she thought it’d be easy - did they even need humans for those things anymore? - but in the interview she was quickly buried over her head in weird technical terms and an abundance of procedures the position would require. She should have said ‘no,’ every day since the interview she’d kicked herself for not saying ‘no,’ but the manager took a liking to her right away, and though something about their energy creeped her out, Mallory was too nervous to reject the offer. She had absolutely no clue what was expected of her, only that she was absolutely sure she’d mess something up!
And then there was the uniform, which Mallory wasn’t too keen on, even if it did fit - a hot pink button-up blouse and a black pencil skirt ripped right out of the 50s or 60s. Compared to the blouse, the skirt fit like it was supposed to, but Mallory didn’t *like* how it fit. She felt like her legs and butt were wrapped up tight in plastic wrap, and she was very self-conscious about the tight leathery fabric very clearly showing off the exact shape and size of her plump buttocks. It wasn’t even like it was a retro-themed car wash or anything! At least it matched her hip-length purple hair, and could wear sandals instead of anything uncomfortable like heels… In any case, the outfit drew a lot of attention in more ways than one, even without the blouse being obviously too small over Mallory’s greatly-endowed chest. Indeed, the garish material pulled so tight over her boobs, the outline of her bra was impossible to hide, forcing her to reluctantly go without. She wasn’t even at the job yet, and she already burned with embarrassment at having her physique so clearly on display. Her nipples wouldn’t be visible through this, would they? Oh no… what if she got wet?! It was a car wash, of course she would! What if it was the kind of place you hand-washed the cars?! God, she hadn’t thought this through! Mallory groaned and held her head in her hands. Why even both with the blouse at that point? Might as well go in topless! Or screw it, might as well go butt naked at that point! She felt like such an idiot…
Mallory looked up and locked eyes with herself in the mirror. She shakily sighed and tried to stand up a bit taller. You made a commitment, she told herself as she dabbed a tissue under her eyes. You agreed to this, you have to do it. Besides, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe it’d be even easier than she originally thought. It was hard to maintain the optimism, though, with just the one step to leave the bathroom making her clothes pull that little bit tighter around her chest and thighs. After about ten minutes of dragging her feet and arguing pointlessly with herself, Mallory finally got in her car and made the drive over to the wash.
Even though the sky was grey and overcast, there was still a sludgy late-summer humidity in the air that wrapped like a film over Mallory’s body the moment she got out of the car and started her walk through the parking lot, towards the car wash looming large ahead. Already Mallory was fussing with the blouse so as to keep it from sticking to her skin with sweat. She hadn’t even begun her shift, but she was worried she’d already sweat right through her shirt! Not the morale boost she needed going into this…
‘Big Bernie’s Auto Wash’ was renowned in the area, a decades-old landmark of sepia bricks that sprawled over an entire block’s worth of land, with six whole washing lanes set up around the main office, upon which a little neon statue of ‘Bernadette’ herself proudly lifted a splashing bucket. Who’d ever heard of such a big place for washing cars? How much success was there really to get in *just* washing cars? Mallory pondered to herself as she walked. A place dedicated solely to car washing, she was bound to have to hand wash, wasn’t she? The thought had crossed Mallory’s mind before, but it didn’t have the weight then that it did right then.
To Mallory’s *immense* relief, the job would not require her to manually wash any cars - as she’d originally assumed, everything was taken care of by the automatic washers, even the dry cycle. The relief only went so far, however; Mallory would be assigned to two of the six washers to make sure everything continued to run smoothly: topping off the multicolored soaps, keep the exterior clean of any vandalism or gross stuff, making sure the cycles went off in proper order, and, on occasion, going into the washer to pick up the magnets scrubbed off the backs of cars, or to push a brush or roller back into alignment, or just to ensure everything was up to code, the list seemed never-ending! Knowing she would have to go *into* the washers dripping with soap and water was enough to make Mallory blanch, but that under the weight of such a long list of things she had to make sure worked well, her head was spinning! With the heat and the confusion, she was worried she might get lightheaded soon… The only positive thing was with her assigned washers being near the back of the car wash, she could remain out of the way and could get things done without other people interfering or seeing her that much. She did feel a little guilty, though, avoiding her coworkers so pointedly… though not enough to stop avoiding them…
She found herself admiring Judith, a messy-bunned brunette two or three years older than her, who wore her pink blouse unbuttoned with a black cut-off tank and a tight six-pack underneath - Mallory wished she could have that kind of confidence, as she adjusted her blouse to keep her less-toned tummy hidden. She was fine with avoiding Trevor, though, a scrawny toehead a year or two younger with poor self-control of where he was looking whenever Mallory walked by, and the first time she coughed to make him look up, all he did was ask if she was single. It was overwhelming enough having to sort out everything she’d need to do without some kid’s unsolicited attention on her every time she looked up from whatever she was doing! He whistled show-tunes really loudly and over-exclaimed at every funny license plate that went by, but Mallory didn’t give him another moment, trying to orient herself in her work through the nagging worries that she was sweating through her shirt and doing everything wrong. Top off the soaps… is that too much rotation on the brushes? Rinse, soap, rinse… another soap? Was this going right? God, she must look like a frazzled mess, she thought to herself! Hopefully the glass windows along the sides of the wash were so tinted the drivers couldn’t see her… they couldn’t see her, right? What if they did? What were they saying about her? More than once Mallory darted behind a washer to catch her breath and fidget with her blouse to make sure her cleavage stayed concealed. At least she didn’t have to worry about her skirt rolling up… though she still fidgeted with the hem to make double sure nothing would show… next time maybe she’d wear leggings underneath…
Three hours later, it was time for a lunch break. By then, enough of the clouds had parted to let some sun through, which made the heat that little bit worse. As Mallory walked back from her car, she saw Judith and Trevor eating their lunches at a burnished maroon picnic table next to the main office. She hesitated for a moment wondering if she should join them, but a combination of apprehension and the increasingly-sticky heat made her hurry back to her furthest assigned washer, to sit against the most shaded wall and eat her apple butter sandwich in isolation.
Half the sandwich in, though, while Mallory was zoned out mentally skimming over everything she still needed to do, she suddenly jolted to attention when a new shadow fell over her. It was just Judith. “Hey there… Mallory?” After a moment, Mallory nodded. Judith smiled. “Judith. Y’know, you’re welcome to eat at the the table with us. Kinda what it’s there for.”
Mallory suddenly lost all feeling except for the nervous rapid firing of her heart. Was she being pitied, or did Judith think she was a jerk? She could just tell how frizzy her hair looked from rushing, she must look like a sweaty pig… Mallory realized she was taking too long to reply and stammered, “N-no, it’s… I just… I’m almost done anyway.”
“Is it Trevor? It is, isn’t it?” Judith shook her head. “Kid’s a dumbass. He landed a gig as an extra in one of those crappy Bloodening movies, now he acts like he’s the hottest shit.”
The profanity made Mallory blush, which in turn seemed to make Judith smirk, which in turn made Mallory blush more. “I- well… I… it’s- I… umm…” Mallory stumbled over her words and interrupted herself. She was about to say ‘it’s fine,’ but it wasn’t fine. It actually made her quite uncomfortable, but it was the kind the thing she wasn’t sure how to put into words well. Unconsciously, she folded her arms over her chest as she stammered, “I… they… They gave me a shirt that’s a size too small…” Why did she say that? Was that relevant?! Oh God, why was it so hard to THINK right then?!
If Judith noticed her short-circuiting, she didn’t show it. Instead, she chuckled and stooped to lightly punch Mallory’s shoulder. “Ah, come on, you don’t gotta make excuses for yourself. You got goods. So what if you show ‘em off a bit? Your body, do what you want. Him being a creep is his malfunction, not yours.”
Yeah, my body, Mallory thought to herself, my body I’d rather people not leer over. But… something about the way Judith said it still managed to stir something in her. She then realized her gaze had drifted down to her own chest. Quickly, Mallory straightened and looked back up at Judith. “I… I think I’d just rather have a bigger shirt…” She awkwardly chuckled.
Judith smiled back and shrugged. “Suit yourself. Well, if you change your mind for next time, a spot’s saved, and know Trevor knows I’ll beat his ass if he pulls that shit again.” With a wink and a wry smile, Judith waved and walked back the way she’d come. It was hard for Mallory to describe what she felt watching her go. Like… like at least one of the naysaying voices shouting in her head had quieted down at last. Not entirely comfortable again, but… but better. At least a bit. Though she wasn’t thrilled with Judith’s implication that she figured Mallory was trying to show herself off… big boobs really are more trouble than they’re worth…
The second half of Mallory’s shift went much more positively than the first. Once she got to the end of the list of tasks that needed doing, she realized it wasn’t that long, and from there it became much easier to take everything in and organize it all - figuratively but also literally. The stress wasn’t entirely gone, but Mallory felt less doubts and had less ‘too much or too little’ quibbles, and could keep the cycles running at a decent rhythm, i.e. without backing up any ‘traffic.’ She’d never so much as look at the cars actually going through the wash before for fear of how the people might be looking at her, but she began catching glances as they drove off, their cars all sparkly like new, and the drivers were… smiling. And waving! Like… genuinely! Meekly, Mallory started waving back, even waving the next drivers into their respective washers. It felt good to do something that made other people feel good! Being around her coworkers felt more comfortable too! She’d pass Judith every so often on runs to the supply garage behind the office, and every time, she waved and got one in return. And unless he’d gotten more discreet about it, she didn’t notice Trevor constantly ogling her anymore. She thought to herself with a silent laugh that Judith probably got to him. Mallory hoped she wasn’t too harsh… but she also hoped she’d been firm… Bottom line, everything was feeling much better than before!
Almost everything, of course - Mallory had yet to actually go *into* a washer. She’d checked, double-checked, and topped things off what felt like ten times over, but she hadn’t done a single task that required actually going inside. Nothing was breaking or anything, Mallory kept assuring herself, so it’s not like it was super necessary or something she HAD to do right then and there… Of course, for all the panics slowly melting as the day went on, Mallory was never able to fully shake the fear of getting drenched and what might happen to her uniform… but the knowledge she’d have to get it done eventually weighed just as heavy on her mind. It’s not a big deal, she kept telling herself between washes, taking glances down the soap-slick plastic-walled tunnels. It’s not like they’ll be on. Worst case, a couple drips on the shoulder, and what’ll that do? Nothing!
Finally, there came a relatively quiet moment - in that all the customers seemed to be driving up to Judith and Trevor’s washers, not hers - when Mallory decided she wasn’t going to get a better opportunity to get things over with. In and out in a second, and she was clear for the rest of the day! Psyching herself up as she went, Mallory made the jog over to the control panel around the back of the office, hit the buttons to ‘stall’ her washers, then - albeit stopping and starting a few times - carefully walking inside.
It was actually kind of peaceful inside the washer, almost movie-like! The way the sunlight came in white on the rainbow streaks of soap curving on the concrete floor, the gentle echoes of water droplets, with the funky tint of the viewing windows giving a cozy, almost dusky light inside… it wasn’t so bad! And a welcome change of pace from the heat for sure! Still, Mallory didn’t waste time, and, after quickly scanning the array of brushes and rollers waiting in the ceiling, got right to work darting around to pick up all the magnets that had been scrubbed off the cars, everything from college logos to more jokey ones like ‘the closer you are, the slower I drive.’ She worked fast but carefully, all the bending down causing her boobs to threaten jumping out from her blouse and impede her progress, and she still gave a wide berth to where the sudsy droplets were falling from above… It was simple, but weirdly calming work.
Unfortunately, the calm couldn’t last. As Mallory darted around, scooping up the magnets and letting her mind wander a bit more freely, she wandered a bit too close to the window, and the pipes running underneath with hoses jutting out. She picked up one magnet, only to spy another up ahead, but when she took that closer step, her leg stopped, pulled back by her skirt. Mallory froze and immediately looked down. Her skirt was snagged on one of the hose nozzles. Very gently, Mallory tried lifting her leg, only for the leathery fabric to pull tighter. Uh oh…
“Ummm… hello? Someone? Judith?… Trevor?…” she added weakly, desperate for anyone to help her at that point. Groaning, she tried teasing her skirt free again, only to immediately freeze at the sound of fabric coming close to tearing. Sighing, Mallory bent lower and tried to adjust her grip on the magnets in her arms, to get a few fingers free to maybe detach herself without ripping her uniform.
Then out of nowhere, the doors to the washer clashed to the ground.
Mallory shot upright, all the collected magnets falling from her arms like a mess of dead leaves. Wh-what was happening? I-it shouldn’t be… Who did that? A gentle hissing slowly grew louder in the pipes overhead. What?! No, no! She stalled the washers, though!… didn’t she? Nothing should be turning on… but the hissing was too loud… Without waiting another moment, Mallory reached with both hands at the hose to pull her skirt free, when a powerful blast of water crashed down on top of her head!
“PLEH! AHH!” Mallory pushed soaking strands of purple hair out of her face and mouth, as she was buffeted from all directions by torrents of warm water! From behind, from above, right in the chest, the hose right by her thigh that had snagged her skirt, even some of the hoses spraying up from the ground! She was drenched in mere seconds, her pink blouse plastering over her chest!
Blocking her face from the endlessly spewing water and spinning around looking for the which way the door was, Mallory cried out, “S-someone?! Please, turn off the wash- WHOA!” Mallory yelped as another powerful blast from the hose by her thigh sent her stumbling, opening her legs at just the wrong moment over a jet shooting up from the ground and up her skirt! “AHHH!” Mallory jumped as the water hit her right in the crotch and instantly made her all dizzy, more blasts all over her soaked body sending her further off-balance! And underneath the relentless rushes of water, there was another sound Mallory heard still so clearly: the sound of leathery fabric tearing!
RIIIP!
“No!” Mallory quietly panicked! “No no no!” Shielding her face against another barrage of water, Mallory looked down and gasped to see her skirt had been torn all the way off her legs! “EEP!” The tattered black garment hung still snagged on a hose nozzle, which promptly shot out yet another stream that hit Mallory right in the side of her hips! “Agh-!” Another cry for help choked in her throat as she stared down in disbelief! She was in her underwear! Her panties were totally exposed! The frilly white fabric was so soaked it was almost see-through, and so heavy with water that Mallory could feel it sagging down past the tops of her butt cheeks, but she was too dumbstruck about everything happening and getting hit by too many spraying hoses to pull them up! Oh God, if someone saw her like this…
“PLEHTH! AGHHTH!” Another salvo of water sprayed Mallory’s front before a shower of soaps rained from above, snapping her most of the way out of her daze. Nearly blinded and totally disoriented, Mallory staggered backwards, reaching for a wall, but instead backing into something else: one of the rolling brushes which scrubbed the tops of the cars had lowered, and Mallory had backed right into it! “EEP!” Mallory yelped as the spinning brush began rolling along her back! Thick soapy bristles spun at wicked speeds that felt like one continuous pulse against her back, soaking Mallory even more than she already was! “No! Please! AGH!” Mallory tried to run, but couldn’t move with all the water spraying her every which way and holding her in place! Blocking her face, Mallory just tried to brace herself and wait for it to be over, but her problems were only beginning!
Within moments, the roller was forcing Mallory’s blouse downward off her shoulders. With the coldness of her skin, Mallory only realized this when she heard a pop and felt a tug around her chest. She looked down in horror, as she watched a second button fly off her blouse! Practically half her boobs’ worth of cleavage was popping out of the drenched garment, as the roller continually pulled the garment lower and tighter around Mallory’s chest, which was already putting such a strain on it! Within a second, another button popped! Mallory froze, with no idea what to do!
Finally, the last button went flying off the blouse. Another surge of water rushed down over Mallory’s front. In that moment, the garment peeled right off Mallory’s skin, and in the next, Mallory was stupefied to watch as her massive knockers bounced free! “AHHHH!” Mallory screamed and hurriedly grabbed her blouse to pull it back over her exposed chest, holding it tight as another series of hose-blasts drenched her once more, and the roller kept spinning against her back! No, not the shirt! She couldn’t lose that!
One of the smaller rolling brushes used for the sides of cars abruptly sprang off the wall and made Mallory stumble into a wide stance, putting the small roller at just the wrong height between her legs! “BWWOOOOH! Not there!” Mallory involuntarily exclaimed, as the roller spun like wild along her underside, its stiff bristles repeatedly slapping against her scantly-guarded intimate areas! “Ah! OH!” For a moment, the smaller brush lowered away from Mallory’s privates, only to just as quickly shoot back up higher, harder into Mallory’s crotch! “Eep! Aah, don’t- KYAAA!” Mallory bounced up and down as the smaller brush pushed up between her legs over and over, the relentless rubbing and thrumming turning her thoughts to mush and causing her knees to buckle! Mallory kept trying to reach down and keep the spinning bristles away, but every time the roller just shot back up higher! It was like this thing had a mind of its own!
The shock and the reluctant arousal stole away Mallory’s senses, and was more than enough to get her hands to fall from her shirt! Within seconds, the relentless sprays of water and the rolling brush at her back peeled her soaking pink blouse off her prodigious chest once more! Mallory airlessly squealed upon seeing her bare breasts once again flopping out into the open! As Mallory bounced, so too did her milky melons flounce high up and down, blasted side to side by blasts of water much colder than before, slapping against Mallory’s body and sending puffs of suds flying on every embarrassing impact! As Mallory raised her arms against another downpour from above, she stared down in horror as the sudden change to colder water made her pink nipples stiffen and seem to enlarge! Nearly naked and soaking wet on the job… not even her worst nightmares were this horrible! She had to get out before this got even worse! But easier said than done…
Another break in the hoses for a shower of soap, and at last the offending brush retreated back into the wall. Wobbling on jelly legs, Mallory caught what she could of her breath and decided it was her best chance to run! But though she shielded her face with her arms, what suds and water that ran down the sides of her head made it hard to see where exactly in the washer she was, and the dizziness from the embarrassment of being stripped half-naked and her privates getting rubbed that way only made it worse! But she had to try… was she still by the windows? Maybe she could grab a hold of something… but all the soap everywhere, anywhere she tried to step nearly made her slip, until finally she did! “WHOA!” Mallory slid backwards into a rolling brush, only for the rotation to send her toppling forward onto her hands and knees in a splash of soap bubbles, as another deluge soaked her from above!
“Agh! Phtheh! EEK!” Shaking her head and spitting away sudsy strands of purple hair stuck to her face, Mallory squealed as the rolling brush drifted just over her back, its flappy bristles slapping more hair up around her face and rolling the remains of her blouse further up her back. But that wasn’t it: Mallory suddenly became very aware of a pulling sensation around her hips getting stronger by the second. She craned her neck around and gasped upon finding out what it was: the back of her panties had caught on the roller, which was pulling them further and further up!
“Ahh… ahhhhhHHHH!” Mallory’s squeaks of discomfort abruptly sharpened as the roller pulled her undies higher, sopping wet cotton digging hard up her crotch and butt in the most atomic-feeling wedgie Mallory had her gotten in her life! “AHHHH!” Mallory’s voice shot up several octaves as the pull against her privates became tighter and tighter, until her hips were lifted so high her legs left the ground! Mallory’s ankles unconsciously crossed and uncrossed, her sandals slipping clean off her feet, as her undies became a thread sawing between her butt cheeks and utterly paralyzing her private parts! “Ooph! Noooo-OW! Stop!!!” Out of instinct, she fought to remain on the ground, but that only made the pulling worse as she fought against it! Up and down her hips bounced, as fresh layers of soap were drizzled across her body, forming suds and spilling heaps of frothing bubbles from the friction along her bared behind! Before long, most of the hoses reactivated as well, streams of water raining down from above and shooting out at her sides. Mallory’s moans got louder, as streams of water began striking her squarely in the private parts! It was like her brain was on overload!
“No!… OH… oh no…” Her hands flew back and forth between the ground and futilely attempting to defend her beleaguered crotch, causing her to constantly slip and send suds flying! “S-… someone…” The pulling and the spraying, all these sensations assaulting her privates… Mallory so dizzy, aching, and out of breath, she couldn’t even cry out for help anymore! All she could do was gurgle in discomfort as her undies continued to stretch and tug harder and harder…
Another deluge of water and the sound of gears churning cut through the fog in Mallory’s overstimulated brain. Suddenly, the force of the roller that had snared her in her horrible wedgie peaked in an incredible upwards jerking that pulled Mallory clean off all-fours and to a shaky standing position. Confused and feeling some relief in her sensitive spots, Mallory quickly reached back to free her mangled undies, but the moment she did, the roller lurched and began pushing her forward! “Whoa! WHOA!” The roller caught Mallory by the small of her back and practically carried her forward, until coming to a crashing stop!
Slightly dazed, it took Mallory a second to regain her senses and piece the situation together. She tried to move but couldn’t. She was wedged tight, still getting inundated with water with the roller at her back pinning her against a wall. Wait, not a wall… a window…
Mallory went totally stiff. She was pressed up against the viewing window of the washer!
With her face shoved against the window, Mallory could only gasp and burn red with embarrassment, as she helplessly watched shapes moving on the other side of the glass, obscured by soap and the constant streams of water hitting her from all directions!! Her massive bare breasts flattened against the glass, as she tried in vain to move her arms down from over her head and adjust even just a bit of her sundered shirt for some cover, to no avail! Distressfully, Mallory watched the shapes out stop moving as much as they’d been a second ago! Could… could they see her? Her boobs, were they stopping and looking at them?! Mallory wanted to scream! No! Don’t look at my boobs!!!
From bad to worse: as Mallory could very intimately feel, her underwear was being stretched past its limits. Behind the whirring of the roller and the endless splashing of water, Mallory could hear as clearly as she felt the fabric thinning and thinning, until it couldn’t stretch anymore!
RIP!
If Mallory’s face could have turned any redder, it did as she felt her undies finally tear and the fabric was ripped clean off her body. Any relief Mallory might have felt with her undies no longer pulling at her privates evaporated in less than a second, overpowered by total humiliation. Just like that, Mallory’s entire naked front was pushed against the window, her boobs and pussy, EVERYTHING on display for anyone to see! It almost felt like the roller kept pushing her harder against the window, arching her back until her bare crotch was also flat against the window, like it wanted to make sure not a single inch of her remained hidden! Mallory couldn’t believe it! Her naked body, where everyone could see?!
The moment the roller finally relented, Mallory immediately pushed herself off the glass and turned to run away… only for a spray of water hitting her in the face to stun her long enough for a second roller to catch her across the stomach and push her against the window again, this time backside-first! Struck dumb with total humiliation, Mallory’s own squeaks were drowned out by those of her ample ass-cheeks sliding up and down the soapy glass! Mallory wanted to cry! Anyone out there could see her butt, her every inch of her whole naked butt! This couldn’t be happening! How could this have gone so wrong?!
Finally, the rinse cycle stopped, and the roller withdrew to its place in the ceiling, releasing Mallory, who promptly sank to her knees with her arms hugged tight around her chest, shivering from the cold and from the humiliation. The overwhelming horror and mortification, Mallory couldn’t even put it into coherent thoughts! Not only was she naked in a public place, but each of her private parts, her boobs, her crotch, her butt, all had been put on such explicit display! It felt like there wasn’t a single secret thing about her body left! The petting zoo had been embarrassing, but this… Mallory could only pray like crazy that the people out there hadn’t seen that much…
A sudden sound stole all her attention, a sound she’d been hoping to hear for what felt like forever: the doors to the washer clunking to life before slowly creaking upwards! Sunlight grew taller ahead, bathing Mallory in the promise of an escape! Soap still stinging her eyes, Mallory scrambled to her feet and raced towards the light…
…only to get blown back on her butt by the most powerful blast of air she’d ever felt!
“AHHHHH!” Mallory screamed as the dry cycle hit her on all sides with gusts of air! She shielded her face with one hand and secured her boobs with the other as suds flew off her glistening body and her purple hair whipping in all directions! More blasts rocked her chest and blew hair over her face, when suddenly a vent beneath her unleashed a prolonged blow-dry right beneath her crotch! “OH!” That hot gust on top of the how raw she still felt down there… was it hot, or was that her?… oh God… Either way, Mallory totally collapsed with a sensation like static electricity sparking through her entire body! With all her senses gone totally blank and hands fervently guarding her intimate areas, the powerful gusts blew Mallory’s knockers every which way, up and down, side to side, so forcefully it only added to the humiliating sensations overfilling the poor girl! Within moments, the remains of her blouse were blown clean off her body, out of reach before she could even register it peeling off her shoulders, leaving her quivering, hopelessly aroused, and without a stitch on her forcibly-dried body!
Finally, the nightmare ended. The dry cycle concluded, and an infuriatingly chipper bell signaled the end of a successful wash. Many moments passed in which all Mallory could manage was to pant away the shuddery feelings, before she regained enough of herself to slowly crawl out of the washer and into the sunlight.
Blinking against the soap and sun, Mallory sat pawing at her eyes with the backs of her hands, brushing away more than a few tears too. How horrible! What an awful, awful day! But it was over, and she was safe, that’s what mattered… but… wait…
Everything felt like one big horrible dream, happening so slowly, hoping it won’t but knowing it will the whole time. Mallory looked up slowly, praying she wouldn’t see them but of course there they were. Though their shadows were blurry in her eyes, there was no mistaking the shapes of Judith and Trevor looming above her… and behind her… Mallory turned around, horrified at the sight of a long line of cars backed up at the front of her washer, and all the drivers staring at her while she sat there... totally NAKED!!!
It was too much for Mallory to take in! All these strangers seeing her… her butt, her boobs, all her secret places… the warmth between her legs that wasn’t fading… Quickly, Mallory glanced sidelong at the washer window, and it felt like her heart outright stopped beating. The tint to the windows wasn’t that strong after all. Left behind on the glass, Mallory could very clearly make out imprints made in soap, suds collected where her boobs had been smushed and a couple round spaces just beneath where her butt had been. Everything that had happened… everyone saw… Mallory’s mouth dropped open in a silent scream, without the air to make a single sound! She couldn’t breathe! She thought she might pass out! Maybe even die on the spot! Naked in broad daylight, bothered beyond belief, in front of all these strangers…
A darker shadow stretched over Mallory. Mallory made out Judith standing over her, a hand raised to poorly conceal a smirk. “Okay,” she said, “this… this is not what I meant about showing off a bit.”
Humiliation scorched Mallory’s face even redder and dulled out all sounds except for the pounding of blood in her temples. Trevor said something, but all Mallory caught was ‘wax job,’ which was enough to make her squeeze her arms around her breasts harder and run off on shaky, buckling legs and with tears in her eyes, against a chorus of confused catcalls and blaring car horns.
—
Mallory thought with the whole incident undoubtedly spread around online and her refusal to answer the multitude of calls from Big Bernie’s, her resignation would be obvious. Apparently it wasn’t, however, as the entire following day, Mallory’s phone practically exploded with voicemails and missed calls. Finally, on the sixth call within the hour, Mallory answered, bracing for her official dismissal notice. That didn’t happen.
Apparently, exaggerated rumors were already spreading far and wide that attendants at Big Bernie’s did the job while ‘in the nude,’ which was bringing influxes of customers the likes of which had never been seen before. The manager was hoping Mallory could pick up a shift that afternoon.
Mallory wasn’t the kind of person who hung up on people, but she could not end that call fast enough.
Another failed job, another week or so spent moping in bed, Mallory distressing over how many people probably thought of her as a pervert then, but also over her own aimlessness. Was she just doomed? Doomed to ruin everything she touched? No matter what she tried, was she just destined to get more and more humiliated? How many people would she embarrass herself in front of next time? All her years of life, nothing so bad had ever happened to her, not like these past few jobs, but now it’s like she couldn’t escape! It didn’t seem fair… Why couldn’t she, for once, do something right?!
Eventually, with a weary sigh, Mallory forced herself out of bed and went downstairs to reluctantly search for more summer job opportunities. There were so many options… so many ways for her to mess up more things and be humiliated again… but they couldn’t all end up the same way. Some of the ones she came across, there was no way they could turn out with the same ending. One of these was bound to work out, right? But it was with a fair amount of dread Mallory made her next selection, even though the place seemed pretty small and unknown. If there was one lesson she’d picked up lately, though, it was to never be sure what might happen next.
Comments
Also, screw Trevor and the manager at the car wash. They're assholes.
Andre
This story and the last one with the barn makes me think these are set before her encounter with Candice which I think is a pretty neat detail
Is the ending meant to be a lead in to the story where she meets Candice?
Brian Welch
This was great, but I have to ask, can you do a meet the characters
Rolbyrollins
maybe one where she can work with candice
