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"Lisa should be first on the street!" Steph laughs. "When guys get a look at her boobs they won't be able to resist." You stick out your tongue at her and laugh, nodding agreement to taking the first shift waving a sign.

You put on your wedge heeled sandals, knowing that they will define your legs better than flip flops, and pick up a sign to join the other girls making their way to the sidewalk. There are six of you in total, all of you in bikinis (although none as revealing as yours) and all healthy and pretty and thoroughly attractive.

The service station is on a busy corner, and you see drivers looking at the lineup of sexy young women waving signs and beckoning. Men smile stare, some of them waving, a few of them staring straight ahead and ignoring you because their wife or girlfriend sits beside them. Women either ignore you or shake their heads, although a few grin and even wave.

You're standing beside Val, a bubbly red head that you don't know very well. She's a petite girl, but very cute, her curly hair swept back in a pony tail. She's waving and bouncing at passing cars, easily the most enthusiastic of the women on the street, and you find her energy contagious, spurring you to greater efforts.

You're rewarded when a car pulls into the lot and stops, the driver's window whirring down. The handsome man behind the wheel grins and gestures to you, his eyes taking in every detail of your body as you sway towards him.

"How much to wash this sweetheart?" he asks, gesturing to his immaculate car that looks like it's just been professionally detailed.

"It's by donation. Whatever you think it's worth. We're raising money for charity."

"Sounds fair. Will you personally wash my car, or are you just out here to lure in the traffic? I'd certainly donate a lot of you took care of me."

You blush prettily, before pointing at the area reserved for you and your friends. "Right over there, sir. I'll be happy to take care of your car."

He pulls away, following your directions, as you walk after him.

"He said he'd donate more if I was personally washing the car," you tell your friends. "Can one of you take the sign and take over for me?" Amy nods and takes the sign before walking to the sidewalk, as Steph and Brianna ready buckets and clothes.

"His car is in perfect condition," Steph murmurs as you bend to pick up a bucket, taking care to give the driver a good view of your ass.

"Seriously, Steph?" Brianna snorts. "You think guys want their car washed by hot bitches because it's dirty?"

You laugh and sway back to the car, putting a sultry smile on your face as you look at the driver.