With a competition where the customers win

I am relieved that Mindy didn't walk out because of the bikini I was reduced to wearing, but I'm not sure how her idea of cleaning cars in our family car wash in her lingerie will go over.

I wave the next car in line up to me and get to work, soaping another vehicle under the lecherous eyes of it's owner. After a few more vehicles pass through my line, I realize that now Mindy is getting the lion's share of the business. I glance over to my college friend from time to time and watch her wet ass shine in the sun in her thong, her tip bucket getting fuller and fuller, and begin to realize how she felt when my bikini steered the men to me.

That doesn't mean I am okay with it by any means, because I was beginning to enjoy the newfound wealth my borrowed attire had brought to me. I look around, and casually pull the tiny cups of the bikini top out and to the side so they disappear underneath my boobs as I soap up the next car. I feel wicked feeling my nipples squeak across the windshield as I lean across the hood, but don't really care when I see the happy smile of the middle-aged man behind the wheel and the reward he leaves behind.

I get through a few more customers, my chest somewhat disguised by sudsy froth as I wash and rinse. It isn't until I have to do a wax when I see Mindy look across and notice that my boobies are jiggling free for all to see. A lump is in my throat as I see her scowl. Then, I see her reach behind her back and undo her lace-edged bra and take it completely off! Not to be outdone, she balls it up and uses it to soap up the next car she waves up.

My jaw drops, and I try to think of another way to outdo the topless friend who has become my competition. More cars pass, at a little more even pace now that we are essentially showing the same amount of skin. I glance down at the small triangle that covers my privates. I couldn't take that off, could I? I mean bare breasts are one thing, but my kitty and butthole on display for all to see as well? I glance over to the digital clock on our roadway sign and see there is only a half hour left. I decide 'What the hell? What could happen in thirty minutes?' and let the string bottom fall to the wet asphalt, squishing my sponge to form a foamy froth over the curls of my pussy hair.

The next man in line seems delighted at what he saw me do and keeps a watchful eye on me as I try not to let him get a gynecologist's view of my bottom half. I send him on his way and work on the last few customers in line. With now fifteen minutes to go, I hit the button that brings down the gate across the entrance and start on another car, flashing the senior citizen behind the wheel a big smile. It is then that I notice Mindy has glanced my way and is again not happy with what she sees. I see her stare me down as she practically rips her sheer thong off and throws it in my direction. At that moment, loud applause goes out from the SUV next in Mindy's line. I see it has her college's logos in the windows and has at least four young men inside. I watch as I work as she practically performs a strip show atop and astride the large black six-seater, having no such worries about what shows as she washes the machine and hoses herself down with it. she moves like a panther, her yoga classes and body waxing making her body gleam and shine in the sun. I throw down my sponge after the last car, knowing I can't bring myself to top that. I look around the pavement , and can't find my bikini bottom. It is then that I see the colored material flapping around the wheel of the car I just washed as it pulls off the lot. My heart drops again. But then I think of the panty tossed my way and look up. There it lies, crumpled in between our lanes. I see Mindy glance it's way too when she realizes my predicament. We both dash for the soaked lingerie.