Yes but there is an interruption

Amy is laughing as she puts the money in the jar, celebrating that she's already a contender with only one car, when Emma struts over, a proud smile on her face.

"Care to admit defeat, bitches? Me and my girls are already over five hundred bucks. Looks like you'll be picking up our tab while we pick up the hot guys."

"Long way to go bitch," you sneer at her. "We're just getting started. Go back to your sluts and leave us alone."

"Hey, fuck you tits!" Emma snarls. "You couldn't do as well as my crew if you were selling your skanky pussy out here."

You sneer back, as Amy and Steph step up beside you, their faces full of anger. Emma shakes her head with a snort and walks away, glaring back over her shoulder at you.

"Fucking bitch," Steph says under her breath. Amy nods and puts a friendly hand on your shoulder, just as another vehicle pulls into your spot.

It's a new Porsche Cayenne, the owner a immaculately groomed man with sunglasses. You put a smile on your face and sway towards the driver's window, watching his eyes move from Steph to you.

"Hi there, thanks for supporting our car wash and charity. We'll be pleased to take care of you."

He pushes his sunglasses up on his forehead and looks at you with liquid eyes.

"I got a call from my man Lucas, said he got some first class....detailing...from a hot little blonde. I thought I'd come get the same service."

You blush slightly, glancing at Steph. "Your man Lucas, does he drive a Mustang?"

"That's him. And the one over there pounding a jello shooter is the blonde he talked about? She looks like she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch."

You lean closer to him, lowering your voice to a purr. "She's not the only one here who can do that."

He gives you a lazy smile. "I bet she's not. And I do have a fondness for tits. I'd like you to detail the car."

"Mmmmm," you purr, swaying around the front of the car, accepting a jello shooter from Steph as you go. Firing it back you open the passenger door and slide in, giving him a sultry grin as you sit. Outside the car Amy and Steph start to soap the vehicle.

"A hundred bucks was what Lucas said. That good with you?"

"Mmmm of course," you say, walking your fingers up his thigh. "Unless you'd like our deluxe service."