A Woman at the Front of the Line

John left his car and went to the store where you pay for the wash. There was a long line inside of the people whose cars formed their own line outside. John happened to notice there was a woman standing at the front of the line looking rather impatient. He approached her getting some stares from the other people in line. “You were holding my spot here at the front.” He said casually a quick haze crossing her face. “Of course I fucking have prick, I’ve been waiting for you to get here for over an hour!” She shouted grabbing John and pulling him into the front before moving herself to the back of the line.

Just as the lady moved to the back a clerk came out from the back. “Alright thank you for waiting so patiently sir. All I need is your payment method and your car keys.” The clerk extended his hand out waiting. “Ok, here’s my keys and this wash is the highest tier and free because I waited right?” John handed over the key. The clerk shook his head like he was clearing it. He looked back at John and nodded his head. “Of course, for your patience it is on the house the whole deep clean. Please return in about an hour and it should be done.” The clerk then handed him a receipt and John stepped away.

Before John left however, he spotted a couple arguing in the line. The woman had a dark chocolate skin tone with a pert mid-sized ass. Her breasts only seemed to be b-cups and her face wasn’t bad. If she had a little work done she would be a bigger looker than she already is. She seemed to be yelling at her muscular boyfriend for not scheduling a car wash earlier. The boyfriend just seemed to be taking it. John decided they could be a fun duo to mess with.