Going back to my teenage days at Koons Ford in Falls Church VA........
In the service department, there was a dispatch tower that overlooked the shop. I also did some time in there after school. An intercom was mounted above the desk, connected to the service lane and every other stall had a station. Mechanics would call up for example "Would you please page Bob Vanover (shop forman) to stall 13? And then the fun began, the page would go out, Bob Vavover would come out of his office and the look on his face was, "What the hell does he want now"?
At some point the shop hired an apprentice that was in trade school. Not just any apprentice. This was a woman, usually had on one piece coveralls with the front zipped open just enough. We found out that she also stripped part time at Iciabods across the road. Now when a page went out for the shop foreman or service manager to the stall where she was assisting, the gut was sucked in, comb through the hair, tie straightened etc.
Eventually the wives found out and the shit hit the fan. Perry, one of the mechanics came up to the tower to use the phone and call his wife. "Honey, a few of the guys are going out for a beer after work and I......Now don't yell, but, but" You could hear her chewing his ass out, "I know where you are headed, you are going to see that wench strip"!!!