Brianna gets competitive

"Wow! Fifty bucks!" Steph giggles as you show your friends the bill. "Way to go Lisa!"

"Anyone can get money out of horny guys if they act like a slut," Brianna sniffs. You make a face at her and pose a bit, showing off your body.

"As long as you've got the tits for it," you laugh, looking at her slender and smaller busted body. She frowns, shaking her head.

"All right, it's on girl! The next one is mine. I'll show you what a real hot girl can do." You laugh and tuck Sal's number into your purse, not sure if you'll call him, but certainly flattered by his attention.

As you're putting it away, another vehicle pulls into your space, this one an older model mini-van. The driver looks to be in his mid-forties, and smiles at you as he rolls his window down. You're about to respond when Brianna steps in front of you, smiling at him.

"Welcome to our car wash sir! I'll be happy to take charge of cleaning your car! Just sit back and relax and enjoy the attention!" He smiles and nods, but you notice his eyes are more focused on Steph and you than they are on Brianna. You smile quietly to yourself and bend over to take a sponge out of the bucket, giving him a nice view of your nearly naked ass.

Brianna soaps up his windshield, wriggling against it as she washes it in imitation of your earlier performance. You're biased, but you don't think she puts on half as good a show as you did, and not just because her boobs are smaller. You soap the passenger window, taking a moment to squeeze the sponge to lather your own ripe tits. You bite your lip and smile at the driver when he turns his head to watch you, then press your lush orbs against the window and wriggle.

Brianna gives you a glare and you stick your tongue out at her and move away from the window, soaping the rear of the van. You can see him checking you out in the rearview mirror, and grin at him through the window before moving up the driver's side of the van. He's still checking you out in his side mirror, splitting his attention between you and Brianna, who is cavorting on the hood of the vehicle, with glances at Steph who is starting to rinse the soap off while managing to get herself wet and shiny.

When the three of you are finished, the mini-van glistens and the driver rolls down his window, giving Brianna a twenty dollar bill and a smile, his eyes lingering on your body as you pose behind her. She smiles and thanks him before turning away with a frown at you.

"You're such a diva!" she says as he drives away. "You just can't bear to have a man look at anyone but you!"

"I can't help where his eyes want to go," you laugh, cupping one of your full breasts.

"Ok, let's not fight!" Steph laughs. "The next one's mine, ok?"