"Mud in the hubcaps."

“Hey, there’s still mud in the hubcaps!”

“Sorry, sir,” says Meg. “I’ll get that right away.” Dr. Mungus is looking at her disapprovingly. She gets down on her hands and knees, dunks another rag in soapy water and begins to scrub the tires of his cherry-red Ferrari clean. Beth is polishing the windows. Kitty washes the sides, while Lily crouches on the bonnet, wiping dirt off the windscreen with her ass wiggling in the air.

The next vehicle in line honks its horn at them.

It’s an enormous pickup truck, covered in a thick crust of sticky brown mud as if it’s just been driving through a swamp. The door opens. Out steps The Viper, a mysterious tattooed Latina who Meg recognises from the Peach Pit. She slaps a wad of money down on the table and says “Get her clean.”

“This is like, three hundred dollars.”

“Yep.”

“It’s only twenty bucks for a wash. Would you like change, or…”

“Nope.”

Tiffany shrugs. The money vanishes into the cash register of the naked pledge carwash booth, set up by the side of a well-trafficked road on the outskirts of campus. Dr. Mungus rolls off in his Ferrari, and the pickup truck pulls into his spot.

“Come on! It’s filthy!” protests Beth.

“Better get scrubbing, then. You want a beer?”

The Viper accepts a cold beer from the ice chest beside the table and settles down with Tiffany to watch the four grumbling pledges, naked and slick with soapy water, armed with rags and buckets and hoses, settle down to scrub the muck from every nook and crevice of her massive car. Within minutes Kitty and Meg have gotten into a fight, which Kitty settles by spraying Meg’s pussy with the hose, then bending her over the truck’s bonnet and spanking her wet ass until she apologises. Of course, every second’s being filmed.

“Nice,” she says.

“Yeah. Hey, you ever thought about joining a sorority?”

“No.”