Lots of groping, and not much else.

This afternoon is somehow worse than this morning. It’s like every customer wants to see just how far they can push things with Emily. They gropes her breasts and ass, rub against her, some going so far as to finger her pussy right out in the open! Emily constantly looks back to the office, but her mother doesn’t seem to care. Blinded by greed, Emily guesses. Those dollar signs in her eyes blinding her to her daughter being molested all afternoon.

Two hours later, after a particularly handsy customer makes her cum for the fifth time today, licking her pussy as she tries to clean his windshield off, it’s finally over. Emily gasps, catching her breath as the man stands up, gives her boobs, one last squeeze, then drops a fifty dollar bill on her tip jar.

Emily sits down, her ass splashing in the soapy water pooling beneath her and breathes a sigh of relief… Today is finally over.

Mindy walks over. “Wow, sounds like you had fun today. Could hear your moans over the pressure washer!”

Emily puts her head in her hands. “Why is everyone so fucking perverted! Not a single person treated me like a human being today! Everyone just wants to grope me…”

Mindy sits down and laughs. “Think of it as a compliment! You’re so hot they can’t help it!”

Emily gives Mindy a **** glare. “Fuck you, Mindy.”

Mindy raises her hands, defeated. “Fine, fine, I let you sulk.” She gets up and walks away.

After a few more minutes, Emily stands up, dries herself off with the tiny little towel at her station, wishing it was big enough to wrap around herself, then heads inside. “Mom…I’m done…”

Her mother pops around the corner. “Emily! Great job today! We made five times what we normally would make on a day like this! I’m so happy!”

Emily narrows her eyes and jabs a finger at her mom. “You are being awful, mom! Those creepy guys have done nothing but stare at and **** me all day, and all you can think about is the money? How could you let this happen? What if they tried to do worse to me? Huh? What if someone tried to **** me? Would you stop it? Do you even care?”

Emily’s mother frowns. “That’s enough accusing. You got yourself into this mess this morning, Em. I don’t want to hear about how evil I am, making you deal with the consequences of your own actions.” She takes a deep breath. “Now then. To celebrate today’s success, I’ve decided that we are going out to eat after you finish up here. Now get to it.”

Emily can’t believe her ears. Her mom really must not care! She’s still blaming Emily for this? How awful can she be?!

Emily huffs and heads back outside to clean up. After several minutes, she finishes all of the closing duties up then heads to her locker room. Maybe…just maybe your clothes are back?