Car Wash Show

After the motorbike shoot and the anticipation of seeing Lukas, Lisa was still feeling shaky. Her legs felt weak, her nipples were clearly visible through her wet red bikini, and between her legs there was a warm, damp throbbing. She tried to take a deep breath and smile professionally.

Jan came over to her, smiled warmly and said, “You were brilliant on the motorbike! Now for the next part of the programme. We’re going to wash a few cars to raise money for the children’s hospital. Visitors pay per minute and per photo with you. You’re not alone – two other models and a man are taking part too.”

He led her to a large, open car wash area at the edge of the stand. The two women (the blonde with the long curls and the brunette with the ponytail) and a muscular male model in swimming trunks were already waiting there. They were all wearing skimpy black bikinis or swimming trunks.

The women greeted Lisa immediately, effusively and warmly.

“Hey Lisa! We’re finally getting to meet you in person!” beamed the blonde, hugging her tightly. “You look so hot in red,” added the brunette, smiling sweetly. “Let’s have some proper fun together and raise a load of donations!”

The blonde’s inner monologue: You arrogant little slut… coming here and stealing our best earnings. Just keep smiling; we’re going to make you so wet and humiliated today that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

The brunette’s inner monologue: She thinks she’s the star of the day. Just wait till we’re done with the hose. We’ll spray your tits and between your legs until your bikini’s nothing but a wet rag.

On the surface, everyone was laughing and seemed to be having a brilliant time.

The man handed Lisa a large, foamy sponge and said politely: “Right then! The more foam, the more donations!”

They started with a silver sports car. Lisa stood at the front by the bonnet and wiped it down with the sponge. The two women stood to her right and left.

At first, it was all quite harmless. They lathered the car up, laughed, and exchanged little jokes. Then the blonde playfully started to spray Lisa lightly with the hose – first just on her arm, then on her shoulder.

“Oops! Sorry, the jet’s so strong!” she laughed and sprayed again, this time a bit higher, so that a few drops hit Lisa’s breasts.

The brunette joined in and playfully sprayed Lisa on the back. “Now it’s your turn, Lisa!” she called cheerfully.

Lisa laughed along, though she flinched as the cold water hit her skin. She took the hose and sprayed back – first cautiously on the women’s arms, then a bit more boldly on their breasts.

The crowd around the washing station cheered and donated generously. It looked like a fun, chaotic water fight between friends.

The women moved closer, ‘helpfully’ rubbing foam onto Lisa’s back and shoulders. Light, seemingly innocent touches – a hand on her hip, another briefly on her lower back as she stretched.

“You’ve got some foam there,” said the blonde in a sugary-sweet voice, running her hand over Lisa’s stomach, just above the bikini waistband.

Jan: Look at these two sneaky sluts… they start off all innocent, but they’re already planning how to spray the bikini off that little horny whore’s body. And Lisa is still laughing along, even though her nipples are rock-hard again. The show is going exactly as planned.

Lisa was still feeling the after-effects of the motorbike orgasm in her body. Every cold drop of water, every light touch on her bare skin felt more intense than usual. Her face was flushed, but she laughed bravely along and tried to join in the fun.

On the surface, the women were super nice – they paid compliments, laughed at every little splash and kept helping Lisa ‘kindly’ to spread the foam.

It was all still relatively harmless.

But Lisa could already feel the atmosphere slowly heating up, even as the water grew colder.