Mallory’s Car Wash Calamity (Literature)

Mallory 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.

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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.