Bria's car wash

The alley was deeper and wider than it first appeared from streetside, large enough to accomodate a fair number of older cars of various makes and models parked all around a auto shop called "Plymouth Auto Body", according to the weathered sign. One of the men was holding a bucket and sponge out to Bria, who reluctantly accepted them as he gestured to the dusty and grimy vehicles surrounding them.

"You want me to wash cars?" the blonde beauty queen asked, cocking an eyebrow and moving her hand to her hip before quickly removing the sudsy sponge from the side of her expensive tank top and skirt and offering a quiet curse as she surveyed the resulting dampness.

"Haven't you ever heard of a charity car wash?" the lead man snapped as he folded his arms, and Bria nodded and looked down briefly as she considered her wardrobe, while Jerry saw a couple of the younger guys share a quiet laugh as they approached the busty teen from behind with a water hose.