By: JacksUniverseJSU
Coastal Town, Harbour City
Pacifica State
Betty Winter, a beautiful and succulent young woman slept peacefully on top of her bed naked, snoring loudly while making an echo occur across her enclosed bedroom. She lied down on her side with one hand placed on her pillow and the other resting next to her exposed boobs. Her blonde hair behind her was undone and her legs down below rested on top of each other.
Regardless of the noise coming from her phone nearby, Betty still continued to rest undisturbed. Soon enough after half a minute later, she would finally get the unexpected wake-up call she needed. Out from the tight confines of her smooth, apple-butt came a big, stinky fart which caused the room around her to become enveloped in a rancid cloud. The snoring Betty swallowed up the stink, making her wake up and cough heavily on the sheets. The taste she felt enter her mouth was like a combination of rotten eggs and ripe pickles. It was enough to make her feel like vomiting, but thankfully she was able to resist the urge before it happened. While not the wakeup call she expected, it was enough to encourage the nude blonde to get up off the bed and look at the clock on her dresser. She rubbed her eyes constantly, wiping out the dirt from her eye-sockets so she had a clear image of what time the device showed her. It read 8:10 AM.
Betty groaned in frustration upon seeing the time. She had originally set the clock to ring at 6:30 so she could be ready to go to work, but it appeared that there was a hiccup on the device that stopped it from ringing on the given time. Damn it! I'm gonna be late again! She thought to herself as she yawned and walked over to her drawers to put on a pair of fresh white panties before heading over to a closet to put on some clothes, putting on her bra, her tank top and short shorts, slipping them on her perfect sexy figure.
Once she was dressed, she picked up her purse full of the bare essentials needed for her day at work, grabbed her cap on the small drawer next to her bed and then proceeded to head down stairs, grab an apple and exit the door. Since the ongoing recession had forced her to stop using her car because of the outrageous petrol prices, Betty decided to use her skateboard to travel to work instead. Once on, she scooted the wooden deck down her driveway and then turned left on the side-walk as she soared along the streets to her destination. Betty travelled from her home in Coastal Town all the way towards uptown Harbour City, crossing over a bridge, taking a shortcut through a large drainage system, through a park and then down a hill towards the downtown area. After about thirteen minutes of light travel down her route and Betty had finally reached her place of work, a carwash. Betty directed her skateboard off the road, did an ollie over the drain of a sidewalk and headed onto the premises.
As she skated her way across the lot, she noticed her two friends and co-workers were already there waiting for her. They were Rebecca “Becky” Brannon, a woman with dark skin, black dreadlocks and yellow eyes and Marla Moon, a Korean woman with brown eyes and short black hair shaven on one side. Becky was wearing a revealing green and yellow top and short shorts while Marla was dressed in a short black tee and light blue tattered jeans. They rejoiced when they saw Betty as she pulled up on her skateboard and kicked it up into her hand.
“Morning ladies. Whats up?” She greeted them.
“We've been waiting here for you, that's what’s up.” Marla replied to her.
“What happened girl? Did you get a hangover again or something?” said Becky after her.
“No! Of course not!” Betty said defensively. “The damn alarm clock in my room didn't go off and I overslept.”
“Again? Why do you even bother with that piece of crap clock?” Marla asked.
“If I had it my way, I'd chuck that thing out already. But I can't buy a new one right now, since the prices are increasing like crazy by the day.”
“I suppose you just can't get Jack or a technician to fix it instead?” Marla replied.
“I don't know, Jack only really fixes computers. Clocks aren't really his thing. I could try finding a technician in town, but I'm a little concerned that they might be as expensive as buying a new clock. I'm a little scared to spend anything while this recession continues.”
“I'm with you on that one.” Becky replied. “I haven't been able to afford proper hair products for a month. I wanted to get my hair straight for a date last week, but all I can do is keep my hair in dreads for now. Which is a shame, since my boyfriend loves it when I have straight hair.”
“But doesn't Brad love your natural hair?” Betty asked.
“Yeah, he does. But it's just something I love doing for him when we go out together that's all.”
“Lucky for me, I don't really need to do all that stuff much.” said Marla. “My hair is usually pristine all year round. Probably 'cause I wash my hair every day without shampoo.”
“And because you have short hair.” Becky said to her.
“Yeah, maybe that too. I always find long hair difficult to maintain and of course it's expensive. That's why I like keeping my hair short on one side and shaved on the other. Olivia is the same as me, she often keeps her hair at chin length.”
“At least you and your girlfriend don't need to visit a hair dresser every now and then like me and Becs have to.” Betty said to Marla.
“I practically am her hairdresser now.” Marla replied. “It sucks so much that this fucking recession blew my chances of keeping my old job at the beauty salon. And now here I am working my ass off at this godforsaken business just to help her pay the bills.”
“Isn't she out working too? Don't she still have her job as a teacher at the kindergarten?” Becky asked.
“Yeah, she does. But even with her reasonable wages, paying off the rent at our flat is just insane!” Marla said with frustration.
“Oh, that's terrible. I hope you two can pull through this.” Betty said concerningly.
“I doubt it. But I'm praying that me and her don't end up homeless.”
“Me and Betty worry the same.” Becky said. “If that happens, you two could always stay with me and Brad.”
“Or with me.” Betty butted in, slightly annoying Becky. “I'd be happy to support you until you can find a new home.”
“That's very kind of you guys really, but I might consider those options unless we ACTUALLY get to that stage.” Marla said.
“Hopefully you'll both pull through. This recession can't last forever you know?” Said Becky. “The sooner all this shit’s over, I’m going back to Stripping at the Strip Club!”
“Just think. At least we're not working at the circus cleaning elephants! Like Katy did that one time remember?” Betty joked.
“Oh! You mean like, when her ass got outsmarted by an Elephant?” Becky asked next to her. “Who then placed a firehose in her undies and blew them up?! That shit was crazy!”
All the girls laughed together around Becky’s last sentence. Unfortunately, this moment was about to be short lived, as their manager appeared out of the carwash. She was a moderately broad, but beautiful woman in her late 30's. She had black hair, light tan skin and brown eyes. She was dressed in a reddish pink shirt with a yellow flower livery, blue pants and red sandals. Betty was the first to notice their manager, causing her to urge her workmates to stop their laughing. All the girls turned their attention to their manager as she began walking up to them.
“Well, you girls seem quite cherry this morning.” She said to them in a seemingly kind voice.
“Kahu? Oh, we're just laughing at a joke that Betty was telling us.” Marla replied nervously.
“I heard it all. Especially the part about how you'd all loathe to wash elephants.”
“Well, you know elephants. They stinky as a motherfucker!” Becky said, trying to sound jovial.
“Yes, they are aren't they. I should know, I used to work at that circus myself back when I was your age. Regardless, I still named my business in honour of my previous job. Oh sure, it sucked, but it shaped me, gave me a purpose in life.”
“Uh... That's great and all, but I'm guessing you're not here to tell us your life story or anything?” Said Betty nervously as well.
“No. I came here because I have some bad news. The car wash is out of order.” Kahu said.
“Out of order?!” All the girls said.
“What happened?” Becky asked.
“Not entirely sure yet. But it better not have anything to do with you three sluts.” Kahu rudely responded. “All I know is, with the machines inside the wash playing up, it looks like you dumb little bitches are gonna have to do the job the old fashion way.”
The girls looked at Kahu with disgust as she put her hands inside her pants and started to fiddle around in there. After having to endure this torment for nearly a minute, she eventually clasped and pulled out a handful of rags and presented them to her employees. The girls looked at the cloths with disgust, immediately they could smell the foul odour from the rags, of which was already causing a group of flies to gathering over them. The cause of this odour likely occurred from being inside Kahu's knickers, for a long period it seemed. They tried their hardest not to cringe at the repulsive rags, least they face their harsh employer’s wrath. Despite this, the three of them could sense where Kahu's conversation was going.
“You... want us to wipe?” a disturbed Marla said.
“With those?” Betty replied after her, still trying not to look disgusted.
“Of course I do. With the wash broken down, you three are going to have to wash the cars by hand.” Kahu said, smirking cynically.
“But, can't we use any other rags besides these ones?” Becky asked intuitively.
“Nope. These are the only three I have around here. The other ones somehow accidently got destroyed maliciously.”
“I'm beginning to smell a pattern of bullshit here.” Marla quietly whispered into Betty's ear. Betty slightly nodded in response.
“Now then. Enough fucking around, all of you.” Kahu ordered, urging the girls to grab one stinky rag each from her hand. Afterwards, with a diva attitude, she waved off her employees with one hand. “You ladies know your duties. I expect you all to put in your best effort today. Because HERE at the Pink Elephant Car Wash: We Clean To Succeed!” After giving them her lecture, Kahu walked away and headed towards her office. Leaving her miserable employees to their work. As they walked on and without Kahu to tell them off, Betty, Marla and Becky quietly whined to themselves in frustration. They were already yelling and cursing inside their head over the new role they were being forced to play today.
“Can you believe this shit?” Marla said alongside her friends.
“Yeah! I can't believe that stuck-up bitch has to make us wash cars by ourselves, with just these dirty THINGS!!” Betty said, holding one of the rags that Kahu forced her to grab earlier.
“Ew! This Motherfucker's smellier than my baby sister’s diapers!” Irked Becky, covering her nose after having smelled the rag up close.
“I'm guessing that’s the one closest to her arse.” Betty replied after her. “Ugh! And I thought Jack was dirty but this...”
“Let’s just bear through this for now. Least we get Kahu on our asses.” Said Marla, pointing her thumb at Kahu's office.
“True that.” Betty agreed. “But First things first, we should get these filthy fuckers washed before we start with the day.” Afterwards, the girls then headed around the back to prepare for the working day ahead of them.
******
Two hours later, after having to spend the first hour of their time trying to sanitise the dirty wash rags, Betty, Becky and Marla were now hard at work cleaning the cars out on the lot. All three of them were dressed in their swimwear with Betty in her cheetah print bikini, Becky in her lime green thong bikini and Marla in her black bodysuit. They were all busy washing a 2018 Chevrolet Camaro, with Betty kneeling on the top of it, polishing the roof while the others both washed and scrubbed the hood below. Despite their early gripes with their boss, the girls’ moods had been lifted slightly, thanks in part to one of the girls bringing over a portable blue-tooth speaker for them to play all their music while they worked. Even so, they all had each other for company and for them at least, they were doing this thankless job on a nice, warm sunny day and not in the rain.
“Hey. Do you girls think this Camero is actually Bumblebee in disguise, spying on us?” Betty joked while still wiping the roof, giggling to herself.
“Probably. Either that or he's been locked in stasis by Michael Bay.” Marla replied scrubbing one of the headlights.
“Well, if it is Bumbles in disguise, I hope he doesn't mind me doing this!” Becky replied afterwards, as she quickly got up on the hood of the Camero and put her ass up against the wet window and began rubbing her bikini butt along the glass in a kinky fashion, leaving a trail of foam and sweat. Afterwards, Becky let off a big quick fart on the window, fogging up the window outside slightly from the heat of it. Both Betty and Marla laughed loudly in response at Becky's dirty joke. They tried not to laugh too hard, or otherwise Kahu might think they're having too much fun.
“Oh, that's sure to get him to transform for sure!” Replied Betty. “Especially if he has a human fart fetish!”
“Oh and Bee? If you are in there. Please transform yourself into a hunk!” Becky said kinkily on the hood, hugging herself sensually, making her friends laugh out loud again.
“Whelp, seems like our little Autobot's too shy to make your request, Becks!” Said Marla. “Maybe he's still dating that screaming guy.”
“Hold on. You mean Shia Labeouf?” Betty asked Marla.
“Who else? Guy screams like a whole fucking lot in those movies!”
“No shit. Even Jack told me once that he and his buddies left the theatre back in 2011 while watching, what was it? Dark of the Moon, I think? He said to me once that they couldn't stand this dude's constant yelling.”
“Now you know why I don't watch Hollywood movies. Too loud and stupid for me. Korean movies in my country are better.”
“Don't forget Uganda movies.” Becky said cutting in on the conversation, sliding off the hood of the car back to solid ground.
“Yeah, they're kinda alright I guess. No offense to the special effects or anything, just that Video Joker guy keeps talking way TOO much.” Marla replied, washing across the carburettor of the vehicle.
“The VJ is what sells it though. But everyone’s a critic.”
“I hardly watch any movies now since Disney owns practically everything in Hollywood these days. Most of their latest movie’s suck.” Said Betty, getting off the roof. “I mainly watch period dramas and reality shows on Netflix.”
“And Squid Game too?” Asked Marla.
“Yeah I watched that once, though I kinda find it a bit gruesome if I'm being honest.”
“I think for me.” Said Becky as she cleaned the glass. “I mainly watch Anime more than any live-action stuff nowadays.”
Within the end of Becky's last sentence, the Camero was now fully washed, polished and cleaned from top to bottom. All three of the girls packed up their things and moved on to the next car, an all-new orange Penus Hanz. All three of them dabbed their sponges into the pail and then lined up along the left side of the vehicle and started scrubbing.
“Y'know, I'm starting to think our boss staged this whole thing.” Marla replied as she washed the lower half of the car. “She probably hates us even more now after arriving half a day late a while ago. After we all had that major hangover that one time? And this thing with the Wash breaking down and these shitty rags are her way of getting back at us”
“That or maybe fate is deciding to be a dick to us today.” Betty Replied, wiping down the side of the bonnet.
“Kahu sure is acting like she's motherfuckin' fate. I don't know about you girls, but if this Hoe is gonna do unholy shit like this again, then this bitch is gonna have my resignation!” Becky said in the middle, replying with aggressive swag.
“Same here. I'd rather go and work at a nursing home than having to do this crappy job.” Said Betty again. “And even then, what is Kahu's problem entirely? Just because it's a recession, doesn't mean she has to treat us like slaves and such.”
“I feel like she hates us because we're all cute and sexy babes and she's like a divorced, late thirty’s chick with clinical obesity and is probably jealous of us. No offense intended of course.” Marla replied cautiously while scrubbing underneath the back mudguard.
“You’re lucky my grandma isn’t around to hear you say that. Since she’s fat herself!” Becky replied, still in the middle scrubbing the windows. “'Cause she'd be kicking up a real storm around here worse than our boss!”
While the girls were all busy talking, a stranger pulled up into their lot on a Moped Motorcycle and parked next to them. The girls looked over and saw it was a delivery man from the local bakery. Upon the removal of his helmet, he appeared to be a handsome Indian man with dark skin and curly black hair. Betty and Becky swooned over him upon seeing his face. Though they were quick to swat away their feelings for him, in respect for their fully committed relationships to their boyfriends. Having no issue with this, due to her being a lesbian, Marla instead took the lead and approached the Delivery Man to see why he was here.
“I have a delivery order for a Ms Kahu Clothier?” He asked holding up a paper bag with food inside. Before she made a reply, Marla had quickly thought up of a clever and dirty idea in the back of her head, one that would surely involve the girls getting back at their hated employer. Smiling slightly with malicious delight, Marla grabbed the bag and spoke. “Yep! That's me. I'm ‘Kahu’.”
“That will be 14 dollars please.” The delivery man replied with Marla quickly grabbing her wallet out the back of her swimsuit, pulling out the amount required inside and handed it to him. With all that settled, she thanked the delivery man and let him be on his way. Once he left the area on his moped, Marla walked back over to Betty and Becky.
“What was all that about?” Becky asked her.
“He was here to deliver Kahu's lunch. I bought it off him before she could.”
“Why the hell did you buy Kahu's lunch for?” Betty asked, cringing slightly.
“Well. Since that bitch has got us working our “asses” off like this, I thought we'd get ourselves a little payback. By spoiling her meal.”
“How exactly?” Betty asked, still confused.
“Well. Simply. Like this!”
Marla opened the paper bag, quickly turned around and placed the mouth of the bag over her buttocks. And with one quick push, she let off a light, stinky fart into it, slightly making the bag inflate inside. Marla grinned as she handed the bag to Betty next.
“OH! I see now. Why didn't we think of that?” She said in surprise.
“Give it your raunchiest gas, Betty!” Marla replied, encouraging her.
Betty winked and then put the bag behind her thicc booty, pulling it up hard against her cheetah bikini and she pushed as hard as she could, letting off a louder, more stinkier fart into it. Her fart also made the bag inflate a little more, making somewhat a small sized balloon. Betty groaned and bit her lips with ecstasy upon releasing her fart while the other girls next to her laughed and clapped in amusement over her in response. Once finished, Betty closed the bag and moved it away from her butt.
“Alright Blondie, I get to blast this motherfucker next!” Becky said, snatching the bag from Betty's hand and then pressing it up into the backside of her green bikini. “Ok, give me a moment to process this big boy, ladies.” she said, breathing in and out constantly. Betty and Marla could slightly hear Becky's stomach begin to grumble. After a short ten second delay, Becky closed her eyes and lightly let off a slow, but louder, longer fart into the bag. Her continuous flatulence was like an air-pump, slowly increasing the ballooning bag further and further out from its base. Betty and Marla next to her covered their mouths in astonishment as they watched. Just when it appeared that Becky had stopped, she immediately began releasing more bursts of farts. The building pressure and intensity of her latest farts were enough to make Becky cringe heavily on her face. Soon enough, Becky had run out of gas as her farting slowly ceased into a small brap. Afterwards, she quickly closed the bag, preventing some of her and her friends combined fart gas from escaping. The bag still appeared to be half inflated like a balloon, but so long as it was less suspicious to their managers eyes, nothing could go wrong.
Though before she chose to give it back to Marla, Becky was curious to know if all their farts were fully trapped inside. “Hey girls, should I take a quick whiff just in case?” She asked the others.
“Yeah, open it up slightly and we'll all check.” Marla said in response as she Becky and Betty all grouped up alongside each other, looking inward towards the bag. They were all a little wary to open it up and smell the foul stench inside, but their curiosity eventually won them over and in one small tug, they slightly opened the bag and took a brief sniff from it.
“EWW!!” they all cried in disgust upon catching a whiff of the strong, unholy smell. It was so revolting, that it made all of them gag, making them take a few steps back from each other.
“Oh fuck!” Betty cried, vomiting slightly on the concrete. “It smells like an elephants butt!”
“The devil’s ass more like it, ugh God!” Marla exclaimed, trying to stop herself from puking too. Now knowing the scent of their combined toxins, Becky quickly closed the bag again and held it behind her back, giving herself and the others time to breath some fresh air again. After a while, the girls soon recovered and regrouped.
“Ok!” Marla said holding her hands against her breasts, trying to sound positive to the others. “Now we know that our butts worked their magic, I'm gonna hand this in to our manager quick sharp!” Without delay, Becky handed Marla the fart-infested food bag and watched her friend walk towards the entrance of their managers office. Marla eventually turned her walk into a sneak, raising her arms up at level and tip-toeing slowly within a few metres of the entrance. Betty and Becky tried their hardest not to laugh while watching Marla deliver their Special Bag Full of Farts, awaiting to be consumed by their terrible manager.
Marla stopped at the door, placed the bag on the ground and then gave a light knock at the door. She could hear Kahu inside getting her big butt off her chair and began to stomp towards the door. Panicking slightly, Marla sprinted away and regrouped with the rest of the girls, just in time before Kahu opened the door. The girls quickly pretended to be back at work washing cars as they saw their hated boss exit her office, looking around and wondering who knocked at her door. After several seconds, the big woman looked down and saw a brown bag on the steps, next to her right foot. Kahu could see that it was the muffin she had ordered and picked it up off the ground, holding it in one hand. The girls tried their best to suppress their laughter, but their tendency for snickering could not be helped. Their manager’s ears caught the sound of it, making her turn her sight towards the girls. All three of them quickly ceased their snickering, freezing in place as the cold, cynical glare of their boss forced them into dead silence.
“What are you three whores snickering about?” Kahu asked bitterly.
“Um… nothing?” Betty replied in-between the hood of a car, looking over her butt nervously.
“Just another “joke” we were laughing too.” Marla also replied worryingly.
“Oh. So, getting extra hours for slacking off is funny to you girls? No? Well then shut up and get the fuck back to work! I’m gonna have a muffin break!” Yelled Kahu as she stormed back into her office, eagerly excited to consume her contaminated meal. The girls sighed to themselves in relief.
“Damn! For a moment, I thought that bitch was gonna find out about our dirty little prank!” Said Becky, whipping her forehead of sweat.
“Good thing Ms Kahu has more ass and less brains than us bimbos!” Betty replied, slapping her booty.
“Now all we gotta do now is wait and watch the magic happen!” Marla replied right of Betty, looking towards Kahu’s office for signs of disturbance. The rest of the girls turned and looked in the same direction, with all three of them resting against the Camero. Betty sat up and laid her buns on top of the hood with her arms resting behind her. Her friends climbed on as well, sitting next to her on both sides. They kept their eyes on Kahu’s Office for almost a minute, not taking their eyes off it for a single moment. So far, nothing. Not a single sound or a commotion.
“Uh… nothing’s happening.” Becky said with growing disappointment.
“Does it usually take our boss that long to eat a muffin?” Asked Betty in the middle.
“Shhhhh!” Marla replied, telling the others to be quiet so she could listen.
The girls watched and waited for another minute from where they were idling. But still, nothing was happening. The girls disappointment and frustration began to grow.
“Whelp. I guess the bitch must’ve caught onto ou--" said Marla before--
Suddenly, the door to the office opened violently with a distressed Kahu stepping outside, holding her mouth and stomach. Before the girls could react, they watched as their squirming manager instantly threw up on the concrete, letting out a large amount of yellow vomit all over the concrete, including the steps in front of her. Betty, Becky and Marla irked in shock, with all of them holding each other as they watched the disturbing scene unfold for ten seconds. Afterwards, Kahu stopped vomiting endlessly, slowly walking out weakly from her office down the steps and onto the pavement. The girls watched their boss wearily as she started walking slowly across the yard, disorientated and looking completely like shit. Her face was green, her eyeballs red and her entire shirt was covered in vomit.
Just when the girls thought that Kahu was done vomiting, they reacted in more shock and awe as the latter started to puke even more on the concrete, continuing to do so for more than half a minute non-stop. Kahu looked like she was regurgitating a waterfall, letting out another massive stream of sick onto the concrete and forming a massive puddle on the ground before her, ruining more of her clothes in the process. The girls continued to hold each other, their eyes and mouths widening in complete shock. Never had they ever seen someone throw up in such large quantities, or make such a huge mess on the ground. As Kahu was nearing the end of her endless puking, the once rude and domineering boss slowly collapsed into the ground, chucking out some final liquid from her mouth before she passed out on the ground, lying in her own sick. Betty, Becky and Marla didn’t move a muscle for the next minute afterwards. The trio were still frozen in shock and utmost disgust at what had just occurred. All of them were breathing heavily as they continued looking blankly at Kahu’s unconscious body. Their minds racing and trying to comprehend the scene before them.
“Well… uh…” Betty said anxiously while the others let go of her soft skin. “I… uh… guess that’s that then eh-heh!”
“I think we might have overcooked that muffin! Damn! Who knew our combined farts could make a girl…” Becky replied holding her mouth, feeling like she was about to throw up herself.
“Yeah… that was uh… something!” Marla replied. “But at least we made Kahu have a taste of her own medicine. Maybe a LITTLE too much.”
“Shouldn’t we uh… call an ambulance or something? Just in case she might…” replied Betty worryingly.
“I’ll call one right now on my cell.” Said Marla as she reached into the back of her swimsuit and pulled out her smartphone, dialling Emergency services.
“I don’t know about you girls, but I’m getting dressed and getting my ass the hell out of here!” Said Becky, trying to avert her eyes away from the scene before she vomited herself. Becky, followed by Betty began walking away from the scene together, going around to the back as they started to remove their bikini tops, exposing their large breasts. Marla soon followed after she had finished calling the hospital, telling them that Kahu had suffered a nasty “accident” relating to food poisoning, making sure NOT to point out the direct cause of it. And with that, all three girls spent the next ten minutes dressing up into their original civilian clothes and afterwards they collected their things and left the car wash as quick and as inconspicuous as possible.
As the trio stepped onto a sidewalk, they heard and saw an ambulance drive by them, turning into their place of work. They turned around and stopped for a moment as they watched the vehicle turn around and stop in front of the incapacitated Kahu. Immediately, they saw a couple of Paramedics step out and race towards her. They looked on at her unconscious body in disgust, holding their mouths as they carefully began to pull her sick-covered body out of the vomit and onto the stretcher. The Paramedics then pulled her up off the ground, letting the wheels underneath the stretcher expand below as they began wheeling her into the back of the Ambulance. The three girls eventually got sick and tired of watching, turning around and continuing on their way. The Ambulance rolled on passed them again, blaring its sirens at the same time while on its journey to the nearest hospital.
“I’m totally gonna quit after seeing this shit.” Said Becky as she watched the Ambulance take a left on an intersection. “Especially after watching our boss puke her guts out like THAT!”
“Seconded!” Betty replied, next to her. “I don’t wanna be around if and when Kahu figures out who “spiked” her muffin!”
“She’ll tan our asses for sure! Well maybe not me, but you two definitely!” Becky replied in jest, trying to soften the mood.
“Yeeeeah...” Marla replied, alongside Betty and Becky, continuing along down the sidewalk with them. “Maybe we’ll just get a job at the Pooters Restaurant instead! I heard they’re hiring.”