The girls need more help

"Oh Mr. Sharp, stay in the car!" Julia squeaks, bouncing over as you open the door. "We want to show you what it's like when we're working, so you can see what the customers see and...and give us any suggestions of what we can do better. We were going to ask Mr. Carter but he had to leave. Please Mr. Sharp? It won't take too long." She bounces on the balls of her feet as she pleads with you, making her flesh jiggle entrancingly.

"Since you ask so nicely," you smile, getting back in the vehicle and closing the door. You're surprised to see Mikayla still sitting in the passenger seat, grinning at you. "Shouldn't you be out helping?"

"It's one of the things we offer," she replies with a smile. "Some of us wash the car while one of us is inside. Detailing the interior." She takes a cloth and starts to wipe down the dash, wriggling slightly as she works, her dark flesh rippling.

"You girls must do very well with this," you say, leaning back in your seat at watching her work as the other girls lather the outside of the vehicle.

"Yes sir, we raise a lot of money," she answers, flashing her grin at you again as she leans closer to you to work on your side of the dash. You can smell the aroma of her body, a mix of musk and perfume and soap that is very intriguing, and you get a good look at her firm tits as she leans nearer to reach across the steering wheel. She puts one hand down on your thigh as if to brace herself, then smiles at you as she lets it slide upwards.

"Is this part of the detailing service?" you ask softly, looking at her pretty face.

"It can be," she murmurs. "If the customer wants it."

"And do you charge extra for it Mikayla?"

"Everything is by donation Mr. Sharp. Whatever the customer thinks its worth."

"And when you did this last year, what did customers think it was worth?"

"Some of them donated a hundred dollars. A few of them even more." Her fingers squeeze and stroke your thigh, working their way upwards. You notice that the windshield is almost covered with foam as Mikayla smiles invitingly at you.

"Unfortunately, I'm just a poor starving teacher Mikayla," you chuckle. "Not the best target for this kind of service."

"But you could give advice sir," she purrs, her hand finding the bulge of your cock and stroking it gently through your pants. "You could be a test market. That would be very valuable." Her eyes are smoking with appetite as they flicker from your face to your crotch.

You smile, thinking that the girls of Pink Rose are nothing if not forward, as you open your mouth to answer her.