<div class="floatright">(http://s14.postimg.org/v5utrda69/ni3.png)</div><br/>The bus ride over to Baywash had taken Inez over half an hour. When she had applied for the job she hadn’t calculated in the commute, which was a bit longer than she had imagined. She hopped off the bus and felt the bus drivers eyes still glued to her denim shorts. She glanced over her shoulder and gave the guy a slightly mocking look before crossing the street to her new place of employment. Her current attire consisted of the hotpants the bus driver had been ogling and a sleeveless, form-fitting white top. With the designated parking spaces for the employees still vacant – apart from Big Mike himself – she assumed she was the first to arrive but then found out two of the other girls were already there.  She greeted the pair of them with a nod of the head and a<strong>“hey”</strong>.<br/><br/>She then inquired with her boss,<strong> “Am I running late?”</strong>She checked the time on her cell phone, she was late, but only by a few minutes, which was rather good by her standards. She let the small backpack slide off her shoulders, which mainly held her tiny purple bikini, sunscreen, a bottle of water and some make-up.<br/>