Car Wash Special

Chloe and Jill walked home from their last shift at the car wash with the bad news still hanging between them. The company shut its doors without warning and left them no way to pay for the senior trip they had already booked. Two days later they were back on the curb again, this time with flyers in their hands and an offer of half price on every wash. Door after door stayed shut. They moved from driveway to driveway until a man finally opened his and pointed at the glossy red sports car parked out front. They thanked him and went straight to work. Sunlight hit the wet chrome while their hands slid over every curve of paint. Each reach and bend pulled their shorts tighter and their thin shirts closer to skin. Water from the hose hit cold and sudden, plastering cotton to nipples and turning the driveway into a series of soaked, clinging outlines. They laughed, soaked each other again, and kept moving until the red finish shone under a clear coat of droplets. When they were finished the owner handed over cash that exactly matched what they needed. They clutched the folded bills and raced to Jill’s house, unable to stop grinning. The front door barely clicked shut before they crashed together. Chloe’s lips found Jill’s. Tongues met, soft at first, then greedy. Hands slipped under shirts, cupping breasts still cool from hose water, thumbs circling hard nipples. They stripped each other down right in the hallway, leaving wet clothes where they fell. Chloe dropped to her knees, spread Jill open, and licked through slick folds with steady, hungry strokes. Jill rocked against her mouth, fingers tight in Chloe’s hair. They switched places seconds later, Jill’s tongue flicking Chloe’s clit until Chloe’s knees gave out against the wall. Then they moved to the couch, legs scissored tight, hips grinding so their swollen clits rubbed together in slick, desperate circles. Their cries grew louder, bodies slick with sweat and leftover water, until both girls came hard and shook through the aftershocks. They stayed tangled, breathing hard, already planning tomorrow’s flyers. If this was the extra benefit, staying in business together sounded like the only option.