Naked car-washing!

Here we fucking go. I get my bucket of water and soap ready and open the garage up. By now, my tits and pussy were already uncovered and out in the open for anyone to see. Immediately, an influx of cars race over to try to get to me. It’s only a few seconds later when all nine cars here are in front of my garage. No surprise there.

“I can’t wait to have this naked chick wash my car!”

“This is way better than that car-washing place across the street.”

“Imagine all the business this place would get if all their female employees had to be nude!”

“Look at that! Nobody’s trying to get their car washed by that other chick.”

The first car to roll into the garage is a large black truck. Inside is a middle-aged redneck. “Hey baby,” he says. “Sorry you didn’t have you uniform... but I think this one’s a hell of a lot better.” Gross! I don’t even know this guy! “Ummm, okay, thanks?” I sneer. Fuck it, let’s just get this over with. I dip my sponge into the bucket of soapy water and get to work.

All went okay at first. I washed the sides first, then the front and back. However, when I got to the windows, I realized I couldn’t reach them! His truck was really big, and I’m pretty damn short. I try jumping; only to realize that not only does that not work, but it makes my tits bounce, much to the appreciation to the men. The redneck sees me struggling, and comes out of his car.

“Do you need some help, sweetheart?” he asks, walking towards me. ‘Fuck, keep away from me! I don’t need help!’ are the words I wish I could say. But of course I can’t say that; Mom will probably fire me or something. At this point that doesn’t sound terrible, to be honest.

“N-N-No, no sir, I don’t need any help, tha-“ He interrupts me. “Clearly you do, sweetie. I need my windows clean.” He then lifts me up, with one hand on my pussy and an arm around my tits! “Go ahead, babe. You should be able to reach them now.”

I’m at a loss for words! This stranger is holding me by my privates! The public nudity was embarrassing enough, but this takes it to a whole new level! His large, strong hands have a tight hold on my firm tits and soft pussy.

“S-sir, can you p-p-please not-“

“Come on? Are ya gonna wash my windows or not?”

Even though this is humiliating... I still gotta do my job. “Yes sir,” I say. Quickly, I run the sponge across his windows, then dry them with a cloth, trying not to pay much attention to where I’m being held. “Let’s do the other side now.” Still carrying me, he walks me over to the other side of his truck. I do the exact same thing I just did; wash the windows, dry them with the cloth. “Great job! Let’s do the front one now, then’ll I’ll be done.” He lets go of me. “I don’t think I gotta be carrying you for this one... you can jump up on top of the hood.” He gives me a creepy smile, nods at me, then jumps back in his car. Well fuck. That had to be the most humiliating thing I’ve ever gone through. I can still feel his hands over my pussy.

Getting on top of the hood was surprisingly easy. It just took me one big leap to get up top, despite the truck’s height.

I first try to clean the window by being on my knees; but I quickly realize that’s uncomfortable and also ineffective. So I lay on my stomach. “Ah, much better,” I say to myself. My boobs are squished against the hood; much to his amusement, of course. He’s smiling and recording this on his phone; just as I’d expected.

Thankfully though, I washed the window quickly. I jumped off his hood. “That’ll be $9, sir,” I say.

“Alrighty. Here’s the $9 for the wash... and here’s $30 for you,” he says. “I gotta say, girl, that was the best damn car wash I’ve ever gotten.”

Damn! A $30 tip? And I thought I did a sub-par job his car! “T-Thanks, and thanks for the tip too.”

“Don’t mention it, sweetheart. What’s your name?”

“Emily.”

“I’m Ron,” he says. “Nice to meet you, Emmie. Hopefully you’ll forget your uniform again next time I gotta get a car wash!” laughs a jubilant Ron. “Alright then, see ya around.” He drives off. Thank God that was over. I mean, the $30 tip was nice and all, but being touched by him was not. “Whatever,” I say to myself. “I better get used to it anyway.”

The next few customers are, thankfully, no where near as much frisky as Ron was; most of them were just teenagers who were recording me the whole time. However... I made $194 in tips from all of them! That’s more than I made total last week! And my day wasn’t even close to over! Maybe there’s a silver lining to my situation. I put my tips on a nearby table (as I have no where else to place them, of course) when the next customer pulls up.