The sun was bright over Muckingham and the Ex-Wives Power Washing Van carefully pulled up to the curb of an absolutely filthy playground.
Anna let out a low whistle, peering at the place through the window as she put the car in park. “I guess the Park Warden wasn’t joking about dermatitis,” she said, brows furrowed in alarm.
“How could he have let it get this bad?” Catalina asked.
“Doesn’t matter,” Cathy said, unbuckling her seatbelt and hopping out of the van. “We’re getting paid quite a lot to clean it.”
“I feel like someone should report him,” Jane said thoughtfully, opening the sliding door and stepping out.
Catalina hummed in reply, moving to follow when a pink blur shot out from the van. They all watched as Kit, somehow already clad in her power-washing wetsuit and armed with her gun, scrambled up the playground to the top of the roof, seemingly not caring about the gunk that was no doubt getting all over her.
“She wastes no time,” Anne said, hopping out of the van next. Catalina was quick to follow and opened the trunk of the van. She shimmied into her wetsuit, feeling the heat of the day get trapped in there with her, and sighed. She tugged her gloves on and grabbed her gun, slinging the water pack over her shoulders.
Anne passed by her and shot her a wink as she headed to the playground as well.
Catalina smirked, aimed her nozzle at Anne, and pressed the trigger. Anne yelped, one hand clapping over her ass where Catalina had aimed, and spun around.
“Oops,” Catalina said, innocently twirling her gun.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Catti,” Anne said, firing a jet of water into the center of her chest.
Catalina grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” she replied.
“Can you two stop for five seconds?” Cathy groaned, from where she was double-checking her equipment.
“Someone’s jealous because Kitty’s already up o the roof,” Anne sing-songed, waltzing over.
“I am not,” Cathy replied with a huff.
Anne sniggered but said nothing, and when she was close enough, Catalina reached out and grasped the collar of her wetsuit, tugging her close. Anne went easily, one hand finding Catalina’s hip, and tilted her head. “Hola,” she said with a waggle of her brows.
“Bonjour,” Catalina replied with a smirk before slotting their lips together.
A cold stream of water hit their faces and Catalina ducked away, leaving Anne to take the brunt of the damage. She turned slightly and saw an unamused Cathy staring at them.
“Keep it in your pants, you two,” Cathy said before walking off to join the others already on sight.
“Party pooper!” Anne called. “It’s not my fault you have terrible balance!” Catalina laughed when all she received in response was two middle fingers.
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Anna carefully hooked her legs through the rungs and took aim with the nozzle. She inhaled deeply and pressed the trigger, her arms and wrists already well-practiced in what she wanted to draw. Slowly, the lines began to take shape. This would be her biggest one yet— and hopefully her cleanest.
“Alright up there, love?” Jane called. Anna nodded in response, tongue poking out in concentration. After all, dick pics were an unappreciated art form and deserved to be treated with such respect.
The big one on the floor finished, she looked around and found Cathy heading for the roundabout. Anna quickly took aim and scribbled one right in the center, much to her chagrin.
“Dammit, Anna!” Cathy exclaimed.
Anna merely laughed and tilted her weight so that she swung around and was hanging by her knees. Maybe she could draw another one like this?
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Cathy loved her girlfriend, she really did. She loved the way Kit’s nose would scrunch up when she laughed, or the gleam in her eye that meant that chaos was inbound, or the way she would grab Cathy’s hand just to play with her fingers when she was thinking about something— Cathy loved it all.
But sometimes she wished that Kit would wait just five seconds before scampering up to the highest point on whatever place they were set to clean that day and camp out. Today, Kit had not even waited
Seriously, Cathy thought, as she circled the roundabout once more, moodily erasing Anna’s picture. Why climb the play structure when Cathy was there, ready and more than willing?
Cathy shrieked when she felt a jet of water hit her butt and she spun around, searching for the culprit. Everyone was working on their sections- for the most part- except for one particular person perched on one of the roofs of the playground, her pink power-washing gun held up to her face like a sniper.
“Babe!’ Cathy shouted, feeling her lips twitch into a grin even as she crossed her arms in a show of annoyance.
Kit merely waved in response before firing again, this time hitting her leg. Cathy hopped out of the way and could not stop the laugh from escaping. “Babe, stooop!”
“Oh I see,” Anne called, from where she was wedged under the slide. “When Kitty does it it’s ‘oh em gee, babe stooop, teehee’ but when Catti or I do it it’s ‘I’m going to strangle you two in your fucking sleep!’ I call favoritism, Catherine Parr! Favoritism!”
Cathy merely rolled her eyes and fired a shot at Anne, hitting her square in the face mask.
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Anne swore as she hit her head on the wooden slats above her for the hundredth time. Why did she volunteer to do the underside of the playground? Through the little gaps in the wooden slats, she spotted Catalina’s bright yellow wetsuit and grinned.
Ah yes, now she remembered why.
“Hey baby,” Anne said, sticking her head out from where she was currently working. Catalina looked down in slight surprise. “Come here often?”
“Did you hit your head on the way down from heaven?” Catalina replied, leaning over the bridge and crossing her arms. “Because you look a little dazed at my presence.”
Anne laughed, tucking one hand behind her head. “No, but I’m happy with where I am right now.”
Catalina tilted her head. “Why’s that?”
“I like seeing you on top,” she said, feeling her lips stretch into a cocky grin.
“Well, maybe if you’re lucky—” Catalina cut herself off with a shriek as a jet of water appeared out of nowhere and shot her in the back.
“Less flirting, more power washing, please and thank you!” Anna called, from where she was hanging off the monkey bars.
Anne groaned as Catalina shrugged and continued on with cleaning the bridge.
“Better luck next time, cielita,” she said. Anne merely crawled back under the tower, grumbling about her team being cock blockers all the way.
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“I must say that your dick drawing skills have improved, love,” Jane said, tilting her head and staring at the massive penis Anna had painstakingly drawn on the floor.
Anna hefted her power washer onto her shoulder and popped her other hand onto her hip. “Thank you, liebling,” she said. Jane could hear the self-satisfied tone in her voice and regretfully switched out her nozzle for the biggest one.
“Unfortunately, I have to wash it away,” Jane said, inhaling deeply and allowing her limbs to settle and her mind to focus.
Anna sighed. “I know,” she replied sadly. “This was my best work though.”
“There will be others,” Jane said and pulled the trigger. A wide jet of water flew out and she slowly began washing away Anna’s masterpiece. She moved her arm in long even strokes until there was nothing but a clean patch of floor in the otherwise filthy park. She patted Anna’s shoulder in sympathy.
“I guess I’ll actually start on the monkey bars then,” the German said sadly. Jane smiled, although Anna could not see it behind the mask.
“Don’t be too sad,” Jane said, pulling her in and pressing their cheeks together. The plastic crinkled between them in reply. “It ruins the flow of the water.”
“Right,” Anna muttered. Jane let her go and watched as the German carefully began washing the rungs of the monkey bars.
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From her vantage point on the roof, Kit could see everything.
She could see Cathy bending over to check if she missed any dirt, the blue wetsuit doing wonders for her figure. She could see Anna and Jane discussing Anna’s latest artistic endeavor before Jane methodically sprayed it away. She could see Anne’s legs sticking out from underneath one of the towers as her cousin wrestled with the cargo net. She could see Catalina hosing down the bridge above where Anne was, no doubt throwing the worst pick-up lines imaginable.
Her attention was captured once more as Cathy stood up, arms stretched high over her head. She bent down again and Kit could not resist. She lifted her power washer, took aim, and with the precision of a sniper, hit her mark. Cathy’s surprised yelp echoing across the playground was music to her ears.
“Katherine Howard, you better be cleaning the roof and not just sniping your girlfriend!” Catalina called, hitting the underside of the plastic pyramid she was currently perched on. Kit rolled her eyes but did as she was told, unscrewing the long-distance extension and replacing it with the regular nozzle. Carefully shifting her weight, she began washing away all the gunk that had accumulated on the roof for god knows how long.
“I’m working, don’t worry,” she replied. She peeked over the edge and spotted Catalina’s head. Carefully, she raised her gun and took aim, but before she could shoot, she felt something hit the back of her neck, causing her to slip and crash onto the tower floor with an undignified yelp.
She sprung to her feet, looking wildly around for the culprit and ignoring Catalina’s questioning concern.
“Okay, who did that?” she asked, pointing her power washer at them. “Because this means war!”
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