Bikini Isekai 2: Bikini Carwash 2

Those of you who are familiar with isekais, you can skip this paragraph. An isekai is a story within a story format, where the protagonist somehow, usually by death or computer foulup, ends up living inside some kind of story or computer game, and is aware of the nature of what he or she is living in. For the specifics of this particular series of tales, read Bikini Isekai: Bikini Detailing 1 for the background.

Many of you will find elements of this story very familiar. You are supposed to.

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Bikini Isekai 2: Bikini Detailing 2

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Bambi and I dressed and walked back together toward the campfire. She was insanely affectionate as we started out, but by the time we arrived at the campfire, we were just walking companionably side-by-side, just as we had when we had left. It was a little weird, and I was a bit sad to no longer have my hands on Bambi. I guess that maybe she just didn't want to announce that she had just dragged the huge nerd off to the darkness to bang his brains out.

I would take it.

Daisy, Adam, and Maisy returned shortly thereafter, and I was proud to say that I managed to conceal what a wrung-out wreck I was left better than Adam did. Of course, he had apparently been double-wrung... In addition to looking like he had been ridden hard and put away wet, he looked just plain silly.

Shortly after we all got back around the fire, the embers died out, and we all headed back to town. Adam looked like he couldn't decide if heading off to his own home was the worst thing ever, or a much-needed escape. In the end, he took off, saying he'd see us all in the morning. Daisy and Maisy said, "Bye!" in perfect harmonic unison.

We all piled back into my little apartment and were too sleepy to do anything but crawl into bed and crash.

But Bambi didn't even get into the same bed as me.

I was flanked by Kristi and Ginny, and thus I found that I could bear up under the disappointment. But I was disappointed.

We had planned to sleep in the next morning, since the carwash opened two hours later on Sundays. That's why we had stayed up so late around the campfire on the beach. Do not plan in a comedy. It seldom goes well...

My Uncle had been cheap on the curtains in the apartment, and the sun flooded in at the usual time, stabbing all our eyes simultaneously with vicious golden California sunshine. We found ourselves involuntarily awake.

There was a lot of groaning and grumpiness. Much of it from me. I closed my eyes to try to buy a few more moments of rest, but when I did, I noticed the little icon that was always there on the edge of my peripheral vision was pulsing slightly. I checked my stats.

Name: Danny Tremaine

Age: 23

Intelligence: 15

Height: 5' 8"

Build: Slight

Cash: Fun money

Game: Minor

Hair: Drab

Debuffs: Occasional nervous stutter

Buffs: None

Virginity: Null

Hey! My last name showed up on the sheet now. Even better, my nervous stutter was now only 'occasional'. I guess a good time with Bambi had settled my nerves. Transcendent experiences can do that...

"If I have to be awake, I'm going ahead and showering off the grit from the beach," announced Daisy. There was immediate general agreement that we should have all done that last night. I could feel the sand in the bed with me. A change of sheets would be required today as well...

"I'm in for drought prevention," Ginny said, and the two girls popped up and went to the bathroom together.

They left the door open. Tradition, I guess. I was not complaining.

But this bathroom was not their bathroom, and the layout was different. While you could see the shower through the door, most of the room was out of sight to one side. Thus, I could not see the girls as they shucked off their bikinis, and caught just a quick, not zoomed in glimpse as they held the curtain aside and stepped into the shower-tub combo.

Worse, the shower curtain was translucent, not transparent. At least, given the shape of these girls, the blurry silhouettes I could see were still pretty damned eye-inspiring.

They both got out in the allotted time, but again, I missed the spectacle of them drying off. I did not miss the spectacle of them coming back out in those absolute minimum coverage towels. "Next!" called Ginny.

Maisy and Kristi headed in next. Same story, different, still awesome, players. When they came back out to work on their hair, I had several very specific ideas about the fact that the only ones of us left were Bambi and me.

But alas, Bambi popped up, giggled greedily about having the water all to herself, and headed in without me. At least she did me and the rest of the world the solid of pulling her top free before she even made it through the door. I got one more great look at her topless profile as she disappeared to the side. But I got less of a glimpse when she stepped into the shower than I had of the others.

Darn.

She was done in a surprisingly responsible amount of time, and came out, clutching the towel together over her boobs. "You're up Danny," she said, looking for her hair dryer absently.

I headed for the shower, and decided, given my new lack of a nervous stutter, to try a little Game groundwork. I left the door open as well. I did not strip in the doorway, as I wasn't ballsy enough yet for that, but I made no effort to hide myself as I stepped behind the curtain. And I made no effort to keep down the morning wood that was perking back up at the situation. They might well have been able to make it out, at least in principle, even through the curtain.

I almost hoped they could. One of the nicest things about this new existence of mine was no longer feeling diffident about my equipment.

I still showered quickly, before I completely lost my nerve, and got back out. I wrapped my towel around my waist and came out of the bathroom, tugging a comb through my hair. That icon on the edge of my vision pulsed again. I froze time for an instant to check my stats.

Game: Getting There

Interesting.

Unlike at the girls' cottage, I had been unable to hear any of the girls' voices while inside the shower, what with the water hitting the curtain, but from the way they were all sort of looking at me sidelong (except Bambi), I guess my play had worked out, and I had a new bump in my Game stat to show for the success.

Then Bambi looked up at me and declared, "No! Like, this will fer sure not do."

"What?" Daisy asked her.

"Like, guys, Danny is totally pretty good at sex, okay?" Bambi said offhandedly. "But with that hair, it must be hard for him to get girls, ya know?"

I gulped. But all her friends took in this information with the same sort of reaction as if Bambi had said I cooked a mean hamburger; like it was interesting, and maybe good to know. I was probably imagining the 'good to know' portion, but I had hopes.

Then Ginny nodded firmly. "Totally. Danny, we are going to fix your hair. Sit down here," she told me, patting the mattress next to her.

I hesitated, but Maisy pointed sternly, and I sat down next to Ginny. In a flash, I was surrounded by all five girls, and I immediately felt like I was a beauty school mannequin as they wielded brushes, combs, hairdryers, and even a can of mousse. Despite the fact that I was sitting there, wearing nothing but a towel that did little to disguise the existence of my erection, surrounded by utter hotbodies also wearing nothing but towels, the scene felt like more farce than sexy. Even when Ginny inevitably had a brief wardrobe malfunction.

They were not Bambi's, but Good Candy above, they were still always mouth-watering...

I was finally allowed to get up and go check myself out in the full-length mirror.

Wow.

I mean, wow.

My brown hair was still brown, but it now had a rich luster, and rode my head with smooth, flowing waves. I would have to get up an hour earlier than before to keep this style up, but now that I saw what I looked like with it, I was never going back to my Three Good Tugs of a Comb and It's Good look.

Honestly, everything about me looked so much better. I was still scrawny, compared to the sea of buff dudes that inhabited this world, but wait a minute. Was that a trace of abs I saw on myself?

I had never had a single ab in my life. And I could have sworn I did not have any yesterday. Today, I could see six... though admittedly very faintly.

The icon flickered, and I checked again.

Name: Danny Tremaine

Age: 23

Intelligence: 15

Height: 5' 8"

Build: Lean

Cash: Fun money

Game: Getting There

Hair: Rockin'

Debuffs: None

Buffs: Not quite

Virginity: Null

Wow! My hair had jumped to 'Rockin'! I checked the mirror again. Yeah, checks out.

Daisy grabbed my glasses and pulled them off, plunging me into a world of blur. "We also gotta get rid of these glasses, guys. Look at how he looks now!"

I turned toward the blur I thought was Daisy, and she confirmed my supposition by stepping back and holding my glasses back out of my reach.

"Actually, yeah," I heard Kristi say from somewhere to my left. "Much better, Danny. You were always kinda cute, but now you're a little hot..."

My distress at my blindness receded a bit at those words.

"Uh-huh," Ginny added. "Hubba hubba," she giggled, and they all laughed.

Oh, so I was the Ugly Duckling trope, the one where someone takes off the glasses they have been wearing all along and is revealed to be good-looking? Not that good-looking, I figured, since they were all laughing.

Still, this sucked. "I wish I could get rid of them," I said, bummed out. Ugly Duckling status returning imminently... "But I can barely see you, Daisy, even with you standing right in front of me. Sorry," I finished miserably, and reached again semi-blindly for my glasses.

But she did not give them to me. "Really? That bad?" she asked curiously.

I nodded unhappily. This bad vision issue was the only terrible thing about this experience. I had always had 20/20 when I was alive. Somehow, I knew the glasses I wore currently had a full six diopter prescription in each eye, which, as far as I was concerned, meant Blind Without Them.

Daisy still didn't hand me back the glasses. Instead, she took another step back and opened her towel wide! And she shook her tits at me! They all laughed. "Are you sure you can't see me?" she taunted. "You look pretty intent!"

"This is the cruelest thing ever," I groaned quietly. "I can make out what you are doing, but that's it. No details," I grumped.

"Wow, that must stink," Maisy empathised. But then she stepped up next to Daisy and pulled her towel open too. The next thing I knew, all five of them, even Kristi (or a metaphorical body double, how the heck could I tell the difference), were standing a few feet in front of me, towels wide open, and grinding their naked bodies like go-go dancers. "Sure you can't see?" Kristi taunted.

Come on, Kristi, I thought you were the one who liked me...

I just stood there, peering at five beautifully tanned blurs and anguishing about what might have been.

"Yeah, we gotta address the glasses sitch someday," Daisy muttered and handed me back my glasses. I fumbled desperately to get them back on, but by the time I succeeded, all five towels were tucked back in place as if nothing had happened.

I hope you got a good laugh out of that, Candy, I grumbled inwardly.

I did. Thanks. That was just perfect. I've got two authors in the real world chuckling to themselves over similar ideas already.

My vision was so bad, I still had no idea, despite them all standing in front of me, completely naked, of who had what, if anything in the way of pubic hair. Well, I knew from touch that Bambi had none down between her legs, but beyond that...

Next thing I knew, everyone had their bikinis on for the work day. Since it was going to be a scorcher, I just threw on one of the 80s-style, short, tight swimsuits I somehow now owned and pulled my blue work jumpsuit uniform over it.

A bowl of cereal later, and we all trooped downstairs.

There were three cars already waiting by the time we opened.

Yessss!

The first car had four dudes in it whom I recognized from the day before, but it was a different car this time. That was cool, I hoped they all four had cars to keep clean, right? They were boisterous, and I saw them flirting with Kristi before they even drove to the back.

Daisy then took sign duty by herself for the rest of the morning and sent all four other girls back to work, since we looked to be very busy today. I retreated to the office to Money Montage some more from the very start. But I was fascinated by the line we had this morning. There were cars backed up out onto the street, waiting to get in.

I came back out to check on things just as a sky blue BMW pulled up on the curb in front of Daisy. The window rolled down, and a very attractive middle-aged woman with beautiful dark glasses leaned over from the driver's seat. I took a step closer to hear.

"This is all very impressive," the lady laughed. "Too bad you don't have a detailing offering for me!"

Daisy started to laugh, then stopped and held up her hand. She looked over at Adam, who was doing his admittedly now superfluous job of giving a last wipe to the headlights of cars exiting the wash. She leaned back down to the window and smiled at the driver. "I think I swing that," she giggled. "Pull on in. If you aren't satisfied, I'll give you your money back, and your car will still be spotless."

"Really?" the woman said, amused.

"Really," Daisy cooed conspiratorially. The rich-looking woman did not drive away, but stayed in line. Daisy produced a small notepad from Candy-knows where, given her clothing or near lack thereof, and wrote a quick note. She tore it off, folded it, and called Adam over. He sauntered over, smiled at Daisy with a fond memory or nine in his eye, and asked her what was up. "Take this note back to Kristi for me, would you?" Daisy asked. "Then help her out if she needs it," she added casually.

"Sure thing, babe," Adam said and hustled back to the back.

Daisy just looked over her shoulder at me and winked.

Okay, I had to see this, whatever it was. I dashed through inside and reached the back just as Adam did, given his ever laconic pace. He wandered up to Kristi, who had just finished with a car. She was, of course, the only girl with her top on, but she was all wet and covered in suds anyway. There had been no complaints. Adam handed her the note, and she read it.

Then she laughed. "Perfect," she giggled.

"Daisy said you might need some help?" Adam asked innocently.

"Yeah, hang out for a minute, okay?" Kristi told him, and turned to beckon over to the other girls. They all whispered together and giggled some more. They looked up innocently as the BMW pulled around back. I saw the woman look skeptically at the row of beauties. But Kristi just waved jauntily at her.

Suddenly, Daisy was pulling the zipper on Adam's blue jumpsuit down! And the other three girls started pulling the uniform off him! Adam started and yelped in protest.

But having three topless women, and another in an extremely minimal bikini, stripping you is a very hard thing for a man to resist. In moments, Adam was standing there in nothing but a Speedo. "She needs her car detailed, Adam!" Maisy said, and put a bucket and sponge in Adam's hands.

I laughed out loud. "Brilliant," I said with a smile.

Kristi sauntered over to me. "Yeah. Daisy is a real brain, isn't she?" Kristi smiled.

At least I think she smiled. My vision was a bit lower as her boobs swayed with her walk.

The next thing I knew, my jumpsuit was being unzipped too! And the three girls joined in on getting it off me. Remember my comments on the difficulty of resisting being stripped by hot chicks? Yep. Can attest to it personally.

Next thing I knew, I was down to my suddenly very short and very tight-feeling swim trunks and being shoved toward the BMW with my own bucket and sponge.

As we set to work on the car, another loud piece of music began to play and I realized that I was doing the darned montage this time!

Adam was a lot more buff than me. Honestly, he was built like a house. A small one, but still a house. And though his hair was not as good as mine had suddenly become, he had a stronger jaw. Honestly, without the new hair, I'd have been ashamed to be out here beside him, even if I did figure that the bulge in my trunks was a bit bigger than the one in his Speedo.

But Adam was being shy, to be honest. He kept bending down and trying to be inconspicuous, working on the back of the car too much.

We aren't trying to actually clean the car, dude.

For my part, well, I had a brand new Game stat of Getting There, and I decided to take it out for a spin. I stayed firmly to the front and driver's sides of the car, right in the hot lady's view. I even worked on the roof, pressing my sudsy almost abs to the window. I made myself be super bold and stood on tiptoes, pressing a lower area against the glass as I polished the very center of her roof...

I also kept directing Adam to come back forward and pointing him to places on the car with imaginary bugs that would keep him in our first female customer's view while he scrubbed.

The song ended, and Adam and I stepped back from the car with a flourish. Even Adam got into the show by the end. He had looked through the window enough to really notice the driver by this point. She was dressed in an elegant, perfectly tailored business suit, with a short skirt showing a lot of thigh as she sat. Her blouse was white and quite low-cut, showcasing the regulation wondrously fake breasts. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled back in a somehow sexy, rather than severe, bun. Oh, and she had the most incredibly beautiful, expensive-looking glasses over her striking grey eyes. Toward the end of the detail, it had been no chore for either of us to stay where she could see us, meaning we could also see her.

Her window rolled down, and she beckoned to me. "Tell your girl out front that this was worth every penny, and more," she said. Then she handed me a tip. The bill had Benjamin Franklin on it!

She squinted up at my face. "You have such good bones in your face, my boy. Does your prescription really require such bulky lenses?" she asked with a note of compassion in her voice.

"They are both +6," I said, my mood deflating.

"That's the only correction?" she snorted. "Hmmm. Tell you what. I think I can make up a pair for you with some much better-looking frames. I'll bring them by tomorrow. If you like them, I'll make you a deal. You can have them in exchange for two details like this, for free, every week." She handed me a business card that said "Dr. Phylicia Goodbody, MD, Ophthalmology".

"If they are good, you have a deal," Kristi said firmly, butting in before I could say anything stupid.

"Oh, honey," the doctor laughed. "Trust me. You will be satisfied." Then she drove off into the mechanical portion of the car wash.

Ginny hugged me, bare tits pressing against my bare back. "Oh, I hope these new glasses look as good as she says."

"I just hope she comes back," Adam said, dazedly.

"Oh, you do, do you?" Maisy teased him.

He turned about eight shades of red. "I... Uh, I mean..." he stammered. Had Candy given my stammer to Adam? That would suck. I wasn't taking it back, though...

But Maisy just laughed and bounced off scenically to work on a Mustang filled with three dudes almost as handsome as Adam.

He and I stood there, staring at each other. "You guys can get back to work," Kristi instructed Adam and me, her alleged boss. "I'll call you if we need you again!" He and I reached for our discarded uniforms, but Kristi threw up her hands. "Really, you guys?"

I dutifully trooped back to the office in just my trunks, shoving the hundred into the tip pool jar and narrowly avoiding slipping back into another Money Montage while counting all the cash we were taking in.

Another timeslip of I don't know how long happened, until it was interrupted by Kristi bounding into the office. "I'll take over the register," she said briskly. "We have two cars in line right now with girls in them, and another with a good-looking husband and wife in it. You and Adam are back on deck!" She hustled me out the back door.

I joined a still bemused-looking Adam as the first carload of girls pulled in. The passenger in the front seat was pretty appealing. Not my staff's level of appealing, but certainly appealing. I grabbed the passenger side this time, leaving Adam with the driver's. Time to deploy my Game stat again!

The corner of my vision flickered. I checked and now my Game stat read: Not bad.

The rewards were piling up...

The second car, with just one lady, a tall, buff blonde with short hair, in it, rolled up. She had a severe face, but I could tell that she was promptly in heaven. She was almost as built as Adam, but in a really feminine way. Cleaning her car was fun, even if she was way more into Adam than me. Suddenly, I was feeling competitive, not like a piece of meat. Not that being seen as meat had been that bad either. Never in my life had I ever been considered meat by anyone, not even my not-yet-ex-wife during the horny era of our relationship. The driver rolled away after a decent tip. It was not as generous as the others, but she still did right by us, and her car was hardly in the same league, cost-wise. As she left, she rolled down her window and looked at Adam and the rest of us, girls and me alike. "I'll be sure to tell my work buddies to come by when they aren't on the job and get their cars 'detailed' too!"

Referrals were great!

The car with the couple rolled up, and I competitively sent Adam back out front to wipe headlights and generally be visible from the street.

Bambi took the car with me. Hilariously, she coached me on proper topless car scrubbing like she was teaching me to tie a tie.

But there were some good ideas in what she told me.

The driver was in heaven from the jump, with the hall of fame breasts that kept rubbing his side window as Bambi worked. The wife had arrived looking sour-faced and was instantly even more put out when she saw Bambi and her tits coming at their car. But I put in the effort, and with Bambi's coaching, I had her clapping her hands in delight by the end of the job.

Not bad, I thought conceitedly.

The driver handed Bambi a generous handful of bills, but his wife made him give us some more. They drove off with the wife saying something to me that I could not make out about "Garden Club".

Three cars... and a wad of cash. I shook my head. A nice diversion.

I went back inside to let Kristi head back out. But Daisy had replaced her. She had her top back on, all business-like in her full bikini. "She's gone out to work the front," our Marketing Director told me. "I had her make up a new sign."

"Okay," I said, "I've got things here. I'm sure they can use your help back there."

"No, you get back there," Daisy said. "I already sent Adam back again."

"What? Word of mouth cannot spread this fast," I said doubtfully.

Daisy just pointed at Kristi out the window. I looked. She was waving the new sign around enthusiastically. As she turned, I got a quick look. Zoom in magic made it easy to read from inside:

BIKINI DETAILING

and

BUFF BUFFING

"There is already at least one car with girls in it in line," Daisy said, and pushed me out the back door.

By close, we were all exhausted. The revenue was crazy, and the tips more so.

Also, women? Better tippers. And the guys were great tippers to begin with.

At this rate, we'd have the girls back in their cottage in about ten days.

I almost regretted doing so well.

Then Monday morning, the stuff hit the fan.

About an hour after we opened, a big, gold Cadillac pulled up and did not get in line. Instead, it jumped the curb and stopped at a diagonal, blocking our customers.

A big, florid, fat guy in a white suit and white stetson got out of the driver's side and immediately mopped his brow with a neckerchief. "Get out here, Benny," he shouted back into the car.

Who was this fat dingus?

A much smaller, weasel-looking dingus came out of the passenger door to join the big, scary fatso. His hair was slicked back, his glasses worse than mine, with white tape in two places. He clutched a clipboard to his chest like it was his infant child, but also somehow his bodyguard. "Sorry, Mr. Studebaker!" he quavered as he got out.

Ah. The bad guy had just appeared. I looked around. There was a notable absence of hot henchMILFs. I could still hope.

"This place is a public nuisance, Benny!" the ham in a suit declared loudly, glaring at all the customers. "Write 'em up!"

"For what, sir?" Benny warbled.

"Figure it out!" our rival shouted.

"I'm going to need you to move your car, sir," I said, stepping forward calmly as I could. I looked swiftly at Maisy, who was on sign duty out front at the moment, and jerked my head toward the back. She took my meaning and bolted toward the backyard. A few customers would have to suffer through two-piece bikini details while the Government was here.

"You are gonna need a lot of things, boy, when I shut you down," blustered Studebaker. "Get to it," he yelled at Benny. Then he yelled at me again. "Where is that idiot, Chuck? He knows better'n getting on my bad side like this."

"My uncle is in Mexico, taking the cure," I said smoothly. I figured that was true... if you counted tequila as The Cure. "I am his nephew, and the new manager. Now, please move your car or I will have to have it ticketed and towed."

Studebaker turned fully red and took a menacing step toward me.

I admit, I stumbled back a step. Darn it!

He laughed at my flinch. "Benny!" he yelled. "If this pipsqueak can find a cop willing to ticket my car, you quash it, you hear?"

In answer, I heard the chirp of a siren. I looked up to see that a cop car had pulled up at some point in the prior few minutes, and the occupant had the window down to listen. Even Studebaker looked over, frowning.

The door opened, and a lady cop stepped out, her stern face about nine hundred miles from a smile. She was an Amazon. Taller than Adam by several inches. The tightly-fitted, sharply creased black uniform stretched tightly over a bust that was sized as you would expect from this world.

"Are you the manager here?" she asked me very sternly.

I quailed back a step again. Darn it! I was going to get my stutter debuff back at this rate... "Yes," I said, managing to keep my voice steady at least.

"You people can't have cars parked like this in the street," she said sternly to me, pointing at the Cadillac. "It is blocking traffic and the sidewalk." She pulled out a pad. "I am writing it a ticket immediately, and if you don't have it out of here by the time I finish writing it, I will have it towed and impounded as well. I happen to know that Billy Bob has his truck just a block over," she went on, starting to write the ticket.

"Um," I said, in no hurry to slow her ticket writing. She listened but kept writing. "We don't have the keys to move it, ma'am."

"Too bad for the owner," the cop mused, slowly writing.

"Now you listen here, Missy," Studebaker shouted at her. "This here is my Cadillac! You can't tow it and I ain't moving it."

Not sure that was your best play, dude.

"Your car? You have the keys?" she asked simply, stopping writing. Darn it!

"Of course I do. But we are here for a formal complaint with the city!" the fat guy yelled.

"Failure to obey a lawful order to immediately remove a vehicle from a dangerous position," she said to herself, adding more writing to the ticket. She snapped her hand to the radio microphone clipped to her shoulder. "Dispatch. I have a dangerously abandoned vehicle in need of an immediate tow. Radio Billy Bob and tell him to swing his butt over to the carwash on Sunset and haul away this Cadillac ASAP. That's now, not after he eats his sandwich, clear?" Then she calmly resumed writing the ticket.

Studebaker tried to loom menacingly at the cop, but since he was a foot shorter than her, and she had a badge and a really big gun on her curvy hip, even he noticed that it wasn't working. He whirled on Benny. "Get back to writing this place up for whatever you find. Chuck's always been shady. And squash that ticket if she actually sends it in!" he added in a hiss. He glared at the cop, hopped into his car, and roared off, just before Billy Bob pulled up from the other direction in his tow truck.

The cop kept writing. "Benny," she called softly, without looking up. "I'll be watching. If this ticket gets stomped, I'll tell the chief you did it. Your wife won't be happy if you get arrested for public corruption, now will she?"

Benny looked as if she was a Balrog. "She won't be happy if I don't do what Mr. Studebaker says, either!" he wailed in despair.

"Well, stinks to be you, then."

She finally looked up at the sweating weasel. "I know you have to do what you have to do with the inspection, but I'd take a light touch if I were you. A whole lot of spurious citations here will not look good when held up in light of the charges over this ticket you are going to have to fix."

Benny looked like he was going to die, and scuttled off. More sweat was coming off him than suds off the cars.

A beat-up brown pickup pulled up, and a man almost as buff as the cop got out. "Hey, Mathilda," he said to the cop. "Need backup?"

"All clear," the cop told him. "But thanks. Listen, if you are here to get your truck washed, I'd wait until that wienie Benny finishes his inspection, if you know what I mean..."

"Was that Studebaker's Caddy I saw hauling tail out of this area?" the guy asked. She nodded. "Darn! And this was just getting good." He glared at Benny, and the weasel fled even faster toward the back. The lady cop nodded at the guy and spoke to me. "This is Officer Bob. He has this same beat as I do. We'll keep an eye on your place so no one can damage it directly, but we can't do much about the bureaucracy. Watch yourself with Benny and the city."

Who was this cop, and why was she suddenly my guardian angel, I wondered in confusion. As if in answer, she pulled her reflective glasses down and looked at me over them with a wink. Holy Cow! She was the driver of that second car the day before! Referrals were more than awesome. I made a mental note to tell everybody that she and her 'co-workers' should get double-length details...

"I'm going to enjoy dropping this in the mail to that sweaty hog," Mathilda mused as she tore off the ticket. "I've got night shift tomorrow," she added as she departed. "So I'll see you and your equally attractive employee tomorrow morning for another detail?"

'Equally attractive employee'? Screw that, it was on between me and Adam when she rolled up tomorrow... time to go for another Game stat advance.

It was a miserable 15 minutes before Benny scuttled out of the building. He was as triumphant as a greasy, panic-prone weasel could achieve. He handed me two sheets of paper. "I found three mechanical deviations that you must fix in 48 hours or face further action," he said firmly, but his eyes darted around.

That really wasn't so bad...

"But there is also this," he added, pointing a trembling finger at the second sheet. "Public nudity for pay! That is a license revocation offense, young man!"

What? Had Maisy somehow gotten the wrong idea? "Nudity? Surely not," I said, trying to sound genuinely shocked. But I think I sounded more like the French cop in Casablanca being told there was gambling at Rick's.

"Clear as day," Benny said, suddenly feeling on solid ground. "A Miss..." he looked at the sheet, "Jennifer Watson allowed both her breasts to fall free of her bikini back there, while I, personally, was watching! Clear as day! And it happened while she was performing a paid service in your employ! Get out of that one," he said, suddenly confident, and then he bolted while he was still ahead. "This paperwork will be processed within the week! You can expect to be shut down at that time!" he called over his shoulder.

Ginny. Of course. There had been zero chance that she would not have had a wardrobe malfunction at the worst possible time!

Wade and I were the only two of us left standing out front. "What do we do?" he asked me simply.

"Take as much overtime as you need, but fix these issues," I said tiredly, handing him the first paper.

"They are bullhockey problems, and fixing them won't be cheap."

"Just do it," I sighed. "But do it after we close. We have to make as much money as we can in the next two days, while we are figuring out what to do about the... issue." I trudged off to the back, smiling just a little as I saw the brown pickup swing around and get in line as soon as Benny departed.

But I was worried.

I got back to the back, and Ginny was sitting off to the side, the rest of the girls crowded around her, hands reassuringly on her shoulders. She looked up at me as I approached, and broke into tears.

"I'm so sorry, Danny! I lost your uncle's carwash!" she moaned.

"You did not," I said firmly. Then added, "At least, not yet," like an idiot. Darn it, Candy. You made me do that.

Ginny burst into fresh tears. She was again descended upon by her friends, and glares were shot my way. I reeled back.

"Listen, guys," I said earnestly. "There are customers waiting, including a guy in the brown pickup. He gets special treatment. He's a cop, and they are on our side," I went on. "We need to earn every dime we can between now and when the city comes for our license. Maybe we can at least get your stuff back from your landlord before they shut us down."

"Your business is about to be lost, and you are still thinking about us?" Kristi asked, a little tearful herself.

"It won't work. Even with this place going full-tilt, we won't get enough," Daisy added, visibly doing numbers in her head.

"With you five, the power of bikinis is unstoppable," I joked. "We will figure out something. Meantime, we keep going."

But what could we figure out?

Less than half an hour later, a familiar blue BMW rolled into the back lot. Kristi laughed sadly and went over to lean into the window of Dr. Goodbody's car. "Hi, Doc," she said morosely.

"Where's my boy?" the hot older doctor asked.

I went over, still fretting about the impending doom as I went.

"I have something for you," Phylicia said, "to improve my view during my detail." She reached over into her purse and handed me a glasses case. I frowned and snapped it open. Some really light-weight frames were inside. They could not possibly be in my heavy prescription.

Still, I sighed, took off my old glasses, and endured the blindness while I put on the new ones. Maybe they would be strong enough to at least make me functional.

Perfect vision, even better than before, snapped into view.

I could see the pores on Kristi's face, delicate and near invisible that they were. These were the best glasses ever!

Kristi whistled. So did Daisy. "Those are hot, Danny..."

I leaned down to the side mirror of the Bimmer.

Delicate frames. Lightweight. A soft teal color. Instead of looking like a crude mask on my face, they highlighted my features.

Absolutely the best glasses ever!

"I knew it," Dr. Goodbody said quietly.

"Oh, yeah," said Kristi. I swore she briefly bit her lip!

I should have been over the moon. These glasses had to be a thousand dollars or something, and I was getting them for washing cars in my shorts. But the bigger picture must have still been weighing on my face.

"What's the matter?" Dr. G asked, a little taken aback at my mood.

"They're great," I said earnestly. "We just got some other problems."

"Oh dear. Like what?"

"The city wants to shut us down," Kristi put in, her anger at the situation in her voice. "An inspector came and was back, um, here, and saw a... wardrobe malfunction. They want to remove our license because of nudity on premise!"

"That seems harsh," my new eye doctor said, not at all happy-sounding herself. "What does your lawyer say?"

"I don't have a lawyer," I said. "And Uncle Chuck is out of touch in Mexico for months!"

"You need a lawyer," Dr. Goodbody said firmly. "I'll see if one of my friends can help. Thanks for the wash, kids! Be strong and keep going!" And she drove off. She did not even leave a tip, but in fairness... $1,000 glasses on my face.

"I don't know. That citation looks pretty black and white," Kristi said dubiously.

"And lawyers are expensive," added Daisy, who had come up behind us. "But those are tubular glasses, Danny! Your tips are totally going to rocket!"

I flicked a look at my stat sheet.

Name: Danny Tremaine

Age: 23

Intelligence: 15

Height: 5' 8"

Build: Slender

Cash: Really Fun money

Game: Really getting there

Hair: Rockin'

Debuffs: None

Buffs: Not quite. Flattering glasses

Virginity: Null

If the glasses just buffed my tips, that was not going to make a huge difference in the long run.

The rest of the day was land-office business, a bitter-sweet kind of success. I even think at one point there was a Sadness Montage, but I was either too bummed or too busy to be sure.

When the girls and I knocked off at last, we decided to have dinner out. The girls had to save every dime to somehow get back into their house in the next three weeks, but I had cash enough for burgers, fries, and shakes for us all, though it erased the 'Really' from my Cash stat.

As we started to trudge back toward my apartment, Kristi, who had seemed even more morose than the rest, pulled me aside.

"Danny, I... Look, can we talk, just the two of us?" she said sadly. "I really want..."

"Sure," I said, understanding her mood. "We'll walk slower than them."

"How about we walk back on the beach instead?" she said, and we turned away from the others and headed down to the dark sands under the stars.

We carried our shoes so the sand would get between our toes. Walking alone with Kristi was a new and very, very nice thing. It elevated my mood considerably, something that should have been impossible.

"Danny, I... I'm sorry," she burst out suddenly, wrecking our companionable silence.

"You're sorry? Why?" I asked, taken by surprise.

"It's all my fault," she said in a rush. "Mine!"

"How? We've been in this together. Everybody." And of all the crew, you were not going to be the one to show her tits at the wrong time, Kristi!

She looked at me with a fond frustration. The fond, I liked a lot. The frustration had me baffled. "Danny, we all, and I in particular, have been using you from the minute we met you!" she said sadly. "That first day, when we ran into you, most of us were ready to walk right by this confused, hapless nerd who was sort of blocking the sidewalk. There you were in those hideous glasses, with your awful hairstyle, and that stupid-looking swimsuit you wore the first day (who wears such long, baggy shorts, much less for swimming?) It all made you look barely two steps from scrawny." She grabbed my upper arm softly and mashed her forehead against my shoulder. "Danny, in our minds, girls like us are supposed to treat guys like you as if you were a traffic cone when we pass. You heard Bambi, I'm sure."

"I did," I admitted. "Come on. That was just her not thinking at the moment. Bambi is so sweet. And she... um, we..." I shut up while I was behind.

Kristi smirked up at me. "Oh yeah. We all know. She was effusive, remember?"

"She was? When?" I could not help but ask.

"She said you were good at sex, practically first thing the next morning. That's pretty high praise from her," Kristi said, still holding my arm.

"I don't know about that," I said, unable not to let some background regret of my own seep into my voice. "I mean, after... She just hasn't..."

Kristi released my upper arm with one hand enough to stroke it softly. "Danny, that's just her. She's... she's just not that horny, and not that often. Truth to tell, she is far and away the least horny among us. And she's a social butterfly. Next time she does get horny, don't be offended if some other guy she thinks is great is nearer by." Kristi bounced her forehead off my shoulder a few more times. "See? She used you a little there, too."

I could bear up under the strain of being used like that by Bambi.

"But she hasn't used you as much as I have," Kristi went on, unwilling to tolerate the digression anymore from whatever imaginary sins she wanted to confess. "And she never once used you consciously." She heaved a sigh. "I used you. Consciously. From the start." I dismissed the rather intrusive part of my mind that was insisting that I had never been used by Kristi like Bambi had 'used' me. I would have remembered.

Vividly.

"You helped me out of a jam," I said firmly. "I was utterly lost."

"Yeah. I wanted a milkshake, and didn't want to pay for it," Kristi said. "Lucky for me, for all of us girls, I remembered where the carwash was. And I remembered where the milkshake shack was. And I knew I could get a nerd like this guy we had run into to buy drinks for all of us."

"You let me crash at your place," I said a little sternly. "After I had already bought you the milkshakes."

"Yeah. But we had kind of screwed you over, keeping you from going to check in," Kristi said. "We all felt guilty. And you were already showing us that, despite looking like a near total dweeb, you were sweet, and funny, and very earnest. It was the least we could do."

This might have been a bad start, I admitted to myself. But I sort of...

"But even before the night was over, I was already thinking of more ways to use you, Danny," Kristi went on sadly. "I knew you were going to be important... at the carwash, at least. And I already knew we all needed jobs desperately, though I did not yet know how desperately at that point. The next morning, after Glotzkin showed up, I was not only determined to get you to hire some of us, eventually all of us, but I also figured that your apartment would be the only alternative to homelessness for us. So I used you. And I got us those things we needed," she said miserably.

"And it worked out great," she went on, sounding more unhappy. "I was even getting over feeling guilty about how I'd used you, which was totally shallow of me, and then this disaster!" she moaned guiltily. I looked at her momentarily upturned face, and I saw tears on her cheeks.

Her hands squeezed my biceps again. "I mean, now we won't make the money to get back our stuff before our landlord sells it, and we'll be homeless for real, soon, so I guess we deserve that. But Danny, we really, I really, screwed you! Your uncle is going to lose his whole business! You will be out of a job, out of an apartment, and as homeless as us! And that's if he doesn't kill you!"

"I had been considering researching cemetery plots," I chuckled.

"Oh... Don't say that! Please!" Kristi groaned, clutching my arm tighter yet again. "We used you and now you have to pay for it." There were more tears now, running freely.

"Kristi," I said softly. "It is alright. First off, I could sort of see what you were all doing to me. I'm a nerd, remember? We're stupid, but we aren't dumb." She almost managed to laugh at that, but looked even guiltier. "But I think I'm the one who has kind of been using you guys."

"Please."

"For the price of a round of milkshakes, and a business relationship that was going to make us all a lot of money before Studebaker ruined everything, I got the best scenery in the universe," I said. I lightly touched her cheek and bore my eyes into hers. "The very best scenery," I added, trying to make her understand that at that moment I was talking specifically to her. "And," I said, straightening up and starting to walk again, pulling her along in my wake, "I ended up with five really great friends. Beyond the best scenery in the universe."

She actually giggled softly. But she tried to persist. "But we still wrecked everything."

"Enough," I said, stopping again. "You did nothing that I wasn't happy with to begin with. And this problem is not your fault. Any of yours. Studebaker did all this. We will figure a way out. And if we don't, I hope we'll figure out what to do next together."

"But your uncle..." she started to blubber, but I flicked a finger under her chin to lift it, and kissed her right on the lips softly.

"E. Nough," I said. "You and I are good. We will be a team. We are friends and will stay so."

Kristi blinked at the kiss. She was so distracted, I had to hope she had heard my words.

Then I wasn't worried about it, because she was kissing me back. Hard. And plastering her fantastic form against me.

We embraced each other, and her body was alive in my arms. Her sudden shudders matched my own. Our heartbeats might have synchronized. There was a hunger in her suddenly, as there had been in Bambi. But there was a passion, too.

Bambi had decided that she wanted some sex.

But Kristi wanted healing. And she wanted me.

Don't kid yourself, she wanted sex, too. At least I desperately hoped she wanted sex. Because I wanted sex. And while I did not feel that she needed forgiveness, and should not need healing, I really wanted her to stop feeling like she should cry.

Okay, the more I thought about it, the more my lips feasted on hers (still no tongue, darn it!), the more she clutched me to her, the wanting sex part was becoming more and more important.

Come on! I'm a guy. Kristi was crazy, specially, hot. I could already tell, as her breasts crushed against my chest, that they too were all real. Impossibly real, given their size, shape, and resilience. Kristi's would be the best tits, I decided, in any universe that did not include Bambi's. And with the rest of the girl in my arms, there were no caveats. Her waist was lithe in my arms, perfectly narrow, but still strong enough to feel safe. Her backside was just beyond appealing. She had worn more conservative bikini bottoms the first two days I'd known her, but she had worn thongs ever since, and I was by now utterly familiar with her butt, visually. Rich, curvy, tight as a drum, and without flaw. Her legs were long and replete with restrained, elegant curves.

And yeah, I could get lost in those eyes. I was kind of trying to do it at the moment.

Wait a minute. If Kristi's and Bambi's were real, did that mean that all the girls' were? That all the unnaturally awesome racks I was constantly seeing everywhere were, um, natural in this world? I instinctively knew that this was the case.

This was incredible!

I slid one hand up the back of her neck and twined my fingers in the hair behind her head. Then I took a leap of faith and slid my other hand down to cup the warmest, firmest glute I had ever conceived of.

She did the opposite of shy away. Her head leaned back into my grasp, she sighed happily, and her butt twitched in my grasp eagerly. "Oh, yeah," she sighed.

My fingers were in her hair, but my wrist on her neck felt the upper tie of her bikini. I smiled against her lips and grasped the dangling strings, pulling slowly. The bow parted, and I felt the top sag loosely between us. I did not even pause to look down and appreciate. Not yet. I dropped my hand and tugged on the lower bow. It too came loose easily in my hands, which was impressive, because I was sure that Kristi was one of the girls who always double-knotted their tops.

All of them did, actually, except, of course, for Ginny...

A guy notices this sort of detail in these sorts of circumstances.

Haven't even been in this sort of circumstance? Sucks to be you.

But Kristi's bikini was now completely unfastened, and I tugged it free, dropping it to the sand.

I stared down at last. Damn near perfection. In fact, her nipples really were perfection, and oh my, were they excited to see me, and to be seen. I bent hungrily and cupped a beautiful boob in one hand, kissing my way over its surface. Most of its surface. I still was not sucking on that perfect nipple. But I was not letting the world's limitations diminish my current joy. I was no longer merely close to heaven. Below, out of sight, I felt Kristi's hand on my junk, tugging hungrily at the tight fabric of my suit. I squeezed harder on her firm, impossibly elastic, yet resilient mam.

Her hand fumbled into my waistband, and her hand stroked my dong so eagerly as to feel almost desperate.

She froze. "You really forgive me?" she asked, tremulously.

Really?

"I do, Kristi, if you can forgive me for torpedoing my uncle's business just so I can end up like this with you," I said, with all the utter sincerity I could feign.

She gasped for a second, then giggled. And resumed stroking my cock. I started devouring her other breast to the extent that I was frustratingly allowed.

And damned if I didn't start to feel the timeslip effect start!

What the heck? Now? NOW?!?!?!??

Of course. Kristi and I had fulfilled the narrative purpose of this scene. We had gotten more nudity already than should be expected for the Semi-Famous Actress trope. The sex was not even needed to fill the titillation requirement, depending on the era, after my Bambi adventures.

But I needed this. Kristi did, too. I pushed back against the timeslip. I'm not really sure how, but mostly, I just concentrated on each passing second, until the feeling eased, then passed. I stayed on alert for it to return, though, you can be sure.

And it was as if there had been a nudity clause renegotiation with Kristi's actress, because I easily slid her bikini bottom off and down to the sand, where she stepped her delicate ankles free of it. Better, she slid my own trunks down to the ground as well. We were naked together, and kissed again, deeply.

"Kneel," Kristi said, around my lips. We both did. Then she bent down on all fours and began kissing my cock.

The initial goofy expression on my face was organic, but I realized I'd better keep up the crazy, to make sure the narrative didn't get bored, or start to look around at things it wasn't going to want to see. It was not hard for me to look enslaved, with Kristi sliding her tongue back and forth under my penis as she rocked forward and back along my length.

Then she laughed, popping free long enough for the chuckle, and to lavish many lingual caresses on me. She was looking up and saw the faces I was making.

But I realized that this was all narratively unnecessary. Cutting room floor stuff. So we might be free to indulge as much as we liked if I were careful. I let my funny face morph into one that showed my passionate need, and Kristi responded by hungrily devouring me again. This was about perfect!

A few minor elements still reminded me of the strictures of the world. Her ass visibly danced as she blew me, as if putting on a show for unseen observers. And eager and varied as what she was doing was, I somehow always had my hands on the sides of her head, and she never drew her face any distance away from my member, keeping it invisible from any but a few, less than ideal otherwise, angles.

It seemed I was even going to be allowed to come like this...

"I'm..." I did not seem able to explicitly say out loud what I was about to do. "Oh, Kristi!" I moaned instead. She sucked harder, and I felt my balls empty into her eager mouth. I spurted, then spurted again, and I was glad to already be on my knees, because I would have fallen to them anyway as my body's release bent my mind.

She sucked harder on me, and licked me clean, swallowing every drop of what I had released. There was no visible mess to complicate the visuals.

I wanted to lick her. I wanted it so bad. I knew the milieu would never let me, but I had to try.

I shook my head to clear it, and grinned thanks and determination at Kristi. She smiled back in satisfaction. But then she yelped as I rolled her over onto her back on the sand. We were going to need serious showers when we got back to the apartment.

Kristi flopped back on her backside, propping herself up on her elbows. She looked down her body at me as I knelt between her ankles. I realized for the first time that one of the few really great things about the screwed up rules of sex in this universe was that, since it was never a narrative issue, things like refraction time were not taken into account. I was still hard as a rock, and still just as eager.

That was something to think about...

But right now, I had to try this. This was unimportant, right? So what I did should not be prevented anyway, right? I smiled at Kristi and bent to kiss the inside of her knee.

That was allowed. Honestly, I didn't expect to manage even that. I kissed higher.

"What are you doing, Danny?" Kristi asked breathlessly.

"You know," I said lasciviously, and kissed my way up her inner thigh relentlessly. I encountered no reluctance, and my optimism soared.

"Oh wow!" Kristi gulped. "Like, really wow!"

I reached her crotch. I would have danced around the perimeter, but I felt like I was pushing my luck as is. I needed to get going for real before the mostly soft-R nature of this place reasserted itself. I extended my tongue and dragged it up her incredible, delicious length. At the top, I pushed in slightly, just enough to find her swollen bump and lick it a single time.

"Danny! What is this? I've never even heard of a guy... You are amazing," Kristi gasped, flopping back on her back and waving her arms wildly around in the air.

What?

What?

Candy! How could you? How could you deny the females in your stories from having experienced this, even off-screen and out of the timeline? I feasted on Kristi, my tongue given extra energy by my honest indignation.

The only problem was, the utter novelty of what I was doing was too much for an already very turned-on Kristi. It was less than a minute of my indulging myself fully before she moaned very loudly. Her butt lifted up from the sand, and her hips ground against my eager face. I lashed at her bean and she nearly screamed in the most adorable orgasmic cry I could have ever imagined.

"Danny!" she gasped. "What was that?" she panted for a moment. "Bambi was right. You are totally good at sex," she smiled up at me.

I also was able to go again almost instantly, I thought, and could not resist crawling fully over her, knees dragging through the soft sand.

"Oh, yeah. Oh, yes. Now. Now, Danny," Kristi moaned as she saw me move over her. Her hand grabbed my dong and pulled me toward her. I pushed down, and then forward, sliding somehow effortlessly into the tightest enclosure I had ever experienced.

I wanted to drive into her furiously from the start, but I could not bring myself to go quickly at all. Not then, not at any point. We made love on the sand as I sweetly rose and fell atop her. Some conventions did not relax, it seemed. I also still could not make myself bend down and actually suck on a nipple. I was not complaining.

Kristi and I coupled beautifully, and for a very long time. It was the greatest feeling I could remember. And when we both came, together, it was sweet, and soft, and quiet. But it shook me to my core.

As we lay there, kissing gently in the aftermath, I felt the time shift push again, and I let it this time. I was too exhausted to fight it anyway.

The next thing I knew, we were walking into my apartment. The other girls had obviously all showered already, but freshly. They were still in their towels. They looked up at us with grins from where they sat around on the mattresses that were our only furniture.

"Yeah," Kristi sighed as she met all their eyes. "Seriously, Danny is totally pretty good at sex."

I realized that, unlike when Bambi, who had gone back to treating me like a buddy a minute after we were done, had made the declaration, Kristi had embarrassingly announced my prowess while still hanging onto me, quite possessively.

My heart, and everything else, was warm.

"He does things," Kristi then whispered, in what sounded like genuine wonder.

And now my face was not warm, but red.

The way she clung to me was noted. And highly approved of. But I did notice a slight pout from Ginny and Maisy. I even saw one flash on Bambi's face for an instant. It was all gratifying. Then Bambi just shrugged off my departure from the market with ease and hopped up to work on her hair. She left her towel behind when she did so. I was no longer an option, so my presence was to be treated like I was just one of the girls.

I should have shied away, but come on. I have Y chromosomes. Kristi noticed me staring and didn't even act upset.

She even looked a bit, herself. So did the other girls. That body belonged in the Louvre, darn it.

From that point forward, all the other girls treated me differently. Bambi was the only one who routinely just hung around naked when doing things like changing or showering. But the others made a lot less effort to hide their bodies during any transient nudity.

Of all of them, Kristi was still the one who never flashed anything good.

Not casually...

It would have been the most idyllic existence imaginable... if it were not for the fact that my uncle's business would be shut down by the city any day now.

That night, I slept on the same mattress with Kristi, spooning her most of the night. It was glorious.

It was also weird because Ginny was in the bed with us. But even that was kind of cool, since when I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, one of her breasts had worked its way free and into the open air. Ginny was great. She could have a wardrobe malfunction in bed, in the middle of the night, while asleep.

I made a mental note that if we somehow got out of it this time, the arrival of anyone from the government would mean Ginny had to come up here to my apartment, completely out of sight until they left...

Business the next day followed the new pattern of being better than the day before.

Adam and I spent much of the day in the back, instead of doing our proper jobs. There were suddenly about a third as many Buff Buffs as Bikini Details, though it seemed like that percentage was stabilizing.

Between my share of the tip pool, to which I had now been added, and my share of the wildly higher profits, my Cash stat had gone up a couple of levels to Flush. The girls were making good money, too. But I doubted we would get them all that they needed to get their house back, not before the city shut us down.

Around lunchtime, Adam and I were both in back, but taking a temporary break. We were just standing around, watching Daisy and Maisy give a Bikini Detail job to the dude on a bicycle. Seriously. They sponged down the whole bike, then they sudsed up his bare torso, back, and lower legs. No good stuff, though. But he just sat there on the bike, grinning like the mad genius he was. When they were done, they hosed him down, and he rode away, a huge tip lighter. He went around the building because Wade would not let him try to ride through the mechanical wash.

A whoop from Ginny told Adam and me that a Buff Buff customer was coming back.

We had stuffed Ginny into a one-piece bathing suit that even she could not fall out of (though she tried), and told her off on sign duty for most of the day, to change things up.

A very hot, little red sports car pulled around back. The driver was a truly premium MILF. (No one knew what the heck I meant when I used that term...) She was on a level with Dr. Goodbody, except she had flaming red hair in a flowing but short style. She also wore a sharply tailored business suit and flashed acres of cleavage at me and Adam as she pulled up, though something told me that in her case, she had only opened up most of that cleavage after she had pulled onto our property. A leather briefcase sat on the passenger seat beside her.

It was easy to see all this because the car was a convertible, and she had the top and even the side windows down.

"Hi there," I said, appreciating the view, but not sure how to approach this woman. "Um, I'll need you to put up the top and close your windows so we can get to work." Only the fact that I, for the most part, was still mentally 46 years old kept me from something disastrous like adding, 'Ma'am.'

"Oh, don't worry about it," she waved me off. "I'm replacing the roof cover next month anyway. It's such a nice day, I don't want to button up until I have to go through the machine. Just worry about my body... work, and I'll be tickled pink.

I shared a rueful grin with Adam, and we set to work on the car, working extra hard not to get the elegant lady inside wet. Er... I mean... You know what I mean.

I was working right beside her, scrubbing the door and trying not to spend a more than appropriate amount of time staring into her cavernous cleavage, which she was helpfully twisting toward me as she watched me work, when she asked me, "Which of you young men is Danny?"

Uh... "Me," I said. "What can I do for you?"

She actually hesitated suggestively at my words, before laughing, somehow seriously. "I am a friend of Phylicia's. I should have known you were Danny from the glasses." She started to try to hand me a card, but my hands were full of sponge and soapsuds. "I'll give you this when you are done. But once you are, I'll pull off and park. You and I have a meeting, Danny. My name is Jane. I'm your new lawyer."

Well now!

We worked extra hard on Jane's car, and my current change of status with Kristi kept me from being too disappointed that she seemed to enjoy staring at Adam's butt more than mine.

When she was done, the car's top was put up, and she was heading into the machine, I toweled off. I was about to climb back into my uniform jumpsuit, but then decided that whatever this strange, probably prohibitively expensive lawyer was here for, the wash had been the first thing she had wanted. I stayed shirtless in my trunks and went into the office. She entered a moment later and shook my hand professionally, all innuendo gone from her voice.

"I'll need to see the citation," she said immediately. "The killer one."

"Jane, um, I don't know how I can afford a lawyer," I said miserably, ripping off the band-aid.

"Pshaw," she said in a humorously schoolmarm voice. "I am sure we can come to a similar arrangement for professional services as you have with Phylicia." She paused. "I own a number of cars."

I did not know whether to be relieved or wary. I chose relieved because, duh.

"I've already looked at the relevant regulations, and I am optimistic," she said. She looked at the citation. "This is what I thought. Where are your business licenses?" I pointed at the wall. She raised an eyebrow. "You have a beer license?" she asked in surprise. "Do you actually sell beer?"

I pointed at the rusted and obviously long-disused cooler. "No! I mean, if we ever did, I never heard. If we did, it obviously has not been for years."

Wade had been coming through while we were speaking. "It's been ten years since Chuck decided that selling single beers to people about to drive away from his shop was a bad idea. Check the license. It's long expired."

"Excellent," Jane said. "I've already entered myself as your attorney-of-record. The city will have to notify me in advance of coming here and taking any action at all. I'll see if I can be here before they are. Hang in there, tiger," she said, back in the schoolmarm voice. "We'll get you out of this!" She waved and headed for her car.

I did not know what good she could do in the face of the clear violation, but at least having a lawyer involved would tell Uncle Chuck that I had done all I could.

And having a lawyer involved would mean it was less likely that I would quietly disappear on a permanent basis once my uncle returned...

I shrugged and went back to work, saying to the others only that she was inexplicably not giving up on the spot. We all clung to that faint hope.

The next day, about eleven, the big gold Cadillac pulled up, parking legally this time, I noted. Great. Studebaker was back to gloat. At least I hoped that was what he was there for. He worked his fat, sweaty body out of the driver's seat and called into the car, "Come on, Babe! Let's look around."

What, given the huge engagement and wedding rings on her finger, had to be the guy's wife, climbed out. She was 20 years younger than he, with huge bottle blonde hair, big 80s shoulder pads, parachute pants, long legs, and a tight exterior corset around her narrow waist. Huge boobs, too. Of course.

"I'm coming, Willy," she said in a comical New Jersey accent. "Why are we heah, again?" she asked querulously.

"I want us to look over our next carwash," Willy, who now had a first name, told her, pointedly ignoring the people who currently worked at the carwash in question. "When the city closes this operation down, Chuck will have to sell it to me at pennies on the dollar, Dollface."

I looked at the woman, who was looking around my carwash (Uncle Chuck's carwash) like there was a nasty smell.

So, not a henchMILF, but the spouse he deserves... Still. Same principle applied. Those tits would look amazing when her clothes got accidentally ripped off her by the carwash mechanism or whatever was going to happen.

Dollface, or whatever her name was, started walking around, clutching her little purse like a talisman, as if she was measuring the entrance driveway for new drapes.

"Are we washing your car today... Willy?" I asked, my voice as hard as I could make it as I walked up to him.

"Ha! You think I'm trusting my Caddy to your ratty old Wash-O-Matic 3500?" the fat jerk scoffed. "Replacing that thing will be the biggest expense of buying this outfit." He looked over and spied Wade, who looked like he wanted to shove the mop he held up Studebaker's hind end. "That, and replacing the guy who fixes it," Willy sneered.

But he looked around and seemed to really notice how many cars we had in line. "You got more extra customers here than I've lost, boy," he growled, like I'd rustled his cattle or something.

"We have lots of customers who come by several times a week," I said defiantly. I was a better businessman than this meathead!

Studebaker stared over at Brandi, who was temporarily on sign duty, bouncing up and down, attracting customers, and presenting a hazard to safe automotive navigation. He growled.

"Come on, Sugarlumps," he called. "Let's go!" he added in a huff.

Mrs. Sugarlumps Dollface Studebaker came running back on her comically high heels. "Already?" she squeaked, and she climbed into the Cadillac. They roared off.

How could that guy make matters even worse for me?

The next day, I found out how he was going to try.

I was in the office, counting money with Kristi, and Ginny came in, almost in tears. "What's the matter?" Kristi asked before I could.

"I went to the store, you know, for some groceries?" Ginny said, kind of freaked out. "And I saw Mr. Studebaker there. I'm not sure, but he might have been lurking around to talk to one of us. And I'm the one he caught."

I growled, waiting for the rest of the story.

"I told him to step off, you know?" Ginny said. "But he kept talking. He said it was too bad that Danny was doing a bad job of running his uncle's business."

"What?" I yelped, really angry now, but also afraid he might be right.

"And he said he is friends with Mr. Glotzkin, and knows we need the money bad," Ginny went on. "But it was okay, because he could see his way to keeping us girls on when he buys the carwash."

"No way," Kristi said staunchly.

"I know. But all I could think of at the time was how much we need the job, so I didn't punch him in the nuts or anything... And worse, I didn't say no!"

"You didn't let him hire you?" I said, aghast.

"No!"

"Wait a minute," said Kristi.

I looked at her in horror. She wouldn't do that to me...

"Sorry, Danny," she said, hugging and kissing me. "None of us would ever work for that sweaty pig. But I wonder if we pretended to agree to work for him, if he might agree to give your uncle a better price for the carwash?"

I perked up at that. A shallow grave might be avoidable after all.

"And," Kristi said with a light in her eyes, "It'd be really cruel to him when we all say 'no way' later on!"

"Oh," Ginny said, her mood suddenly bright. "That will kill him. I could tell that horny old goat is eager to watch us while we work! What do we do?"

"We'll let him make his case to Dasiy. She'll set him up good," Kristi chuckled.

"This is great, guys," I said, feeling worse than the girls now. "But it still doesn't solve your problem if we don't make enough money for you before they close us down. You might really have to actually..."

"Danny," Kristi said, both she and Ginny giving me a fantabulous hug. "I'll give up and go home early, with the summer not over, before I'll work for that guy."

"Same for all of us," Ginny said. "Don't worry."

"But that is what I'm worried about," I said. I knew Kristi would leave at the end of the summer anyway, but I had hoped to have all the time with her I could...

Kristi kissed me again. "We'll figure something out," she said, also sadly. But not confidently.

We sent Daisy out to wander the town, and sure enough, Studebaker made his pitch to her, too. She came back cackling.

"He is not dumb when it comes to business, but he thought I was," she laughed as we all crowded around together in back, even Carl, between detailing cars. "He's not happy with the deal I wheedled him into giving your Uncle," Daisy almost gloated, "but he thinks he is totally screwing us girls over, so he went for it. He was all like, Margins, and Cash Flow, and You Wouldn't Understand, to me. So he thinks I agreed that we would all work for him for half of what we are getting now!"

"I love it," I said, mostly enthusiastically.

"I'm sorry, Danny," Daisy said, suddenly serious. "I got the best deal I could, but it still isn't very good. I don't know what your uncle will say if the city does close us down."

And the city was definitely going to close us down...

I got a call on the office phone from Jane. "Danny, the city's paperwork is finished. Benny will be at the carwash tomorrow morning to revoke your license and shut you down."

"Oh, no!" I moaned.

"Do not panic, young man," Jane said. "I am still working the situation, and these things are complicated. I will try to be there before Benny, but I am not sure I'll be able to make that happen. Just stall if I am not there yet. Understand?"

I nodded, which was stupid while talking on a phone. You get used to Skype and FaceTime...

The next morning, we had a good crowd of customers right from the start. That said, we kept Carl on lookout duty to run and tell everyone to cover up in back when Benny arrived.

Studebaker got there first, with his wife. She was strutting around almost as much as the fat man himself. I went out front to keep him off everybody's backs. He just stood around, cackling with glee.

Sugarlumps Dollface was being a real bitch. She looked at all the cars and was practically counting the money in her head. She kept going over to Studebaker and telling him what he needed to buy her with all the new money. He just nodded and leered at her. She was wearing a tighter top this morning than when I'd seen her before, and I had to admit, it looked impressive.

But I was hating her more and more as she taunted the girls, telling them that they'd all be out on their skinny little butts as soon as her husband took over. Kristi, who was out front on sign duty, pretended to look cowed, but I saw her note that Studebaker had apparently not told his wife that he wanted to hire the girls himself, after the sale.

Suddenly, there were martial-sounding drums ratta-tatting somewhere, and Benny pulled up in an official-looking brown Chrysler K-Car, followed by a police cruiser. Our cop buddy and her partner on our beat both got out.

I gulped. Our friends looked supremely unhappy to be here.

"I have an enforcement order here, signed by the city manager," Benny announced loudly, while Studebaker stood by, beaming nastily. The piece of paper was comically large, with the word WRIT in 300-point Old English font at the top. I would have bet my uncle's carwash, the rest of the text was Lorem Ipsum... "The San Ramona Carwash is found in violation of its licensing requirements and is to permanently cease business operations as of 11 am on this date," Benny read aloud. He turned to the cops officiously, a small man suddenly drunk on power. "Officers, you are to padlock the building, ensure the power is cut, and that all employees are ejected from the premises," he said, his quavering voice getting stronger as he read his precious paperwork.

Bureauweasels always get more confident with paperwork in their hands.

Officers Mathilda and Bob both looked unhappy. They also looked like they would rather taser Benny and Studebaker than follow these orders, but they were good cops and would do their job. The girls and I all shot them looks that told them we understood and did not hate them.

"Hold up!" called an authoritative female voice. I turned and saw Jane getting out of one of her many sports cars. I heard a loud bugle cry from an invisible source, signaling the arrival of the cavalry. Hope tried valiantly to spark in my sundered heart.

My attorney waved papers in her hands. "Officers! I have a court order here from Judge Helen Weems, permanently quashing both the citation and the city's writ."

"What?" screamed Studebaker. A number of customers had been leaning out of their cars in agitation over our predicament, and they all cheered. But not as loudly as we did. By this time, all the girls had come out front to see our fate.

"I also have a subpoena for Benny here, for testimony on the issuance of the citation to begin with," Jane added. "But that isn't the main issue right now."

Benny sure looked like it was the main issue. He scuttled away from Studebaker, who saw Benny's skedaddle and yanked him back to stand by his fat patron.

"Officers, the court order. You can end this enforcement operation. Thank you for your service," Jane said, presenting her paperwork to Mathilda.

"But... but... but," Benny sputtered. "I read the regulation backward and forward. They are in clear violation of the business-related nudity clause! Clear!" He sounded alarmingly certain of himself. "I read it myself, and it is quoted on the writ!"

"You are correct," Jane said triumphantly. She started strutting around in circles like she was making a closing argument in court. "But that clause is located under the alcohol sales section, not the general city code. If the San Ramona Carwash sold beer anymore, or even still had a license to do so still on the books, the writ would stand. They don't, so it doesn't."

There was thunderous applause. Studebaker looked apoplectic.

And Daisy decided to rub it in. "Sorry, Mr. Studebaker," she said in a sweet little girl voice. "I guess you won't have us girls doing bikini-less detailing for your business after all!"

"What?" screamed Sugarlumps Dollface. "Willy, you total tool!" she demanded. "You were going to hire these topless bimbos on our payroll? You jerk! Why would you want those boobies when you have these!"

With that, she ripped the front of her blouse open wide. She did not have a bra on. She did not need a bra. Those big boobs floated like they were extra fake as they bounced into view. There may have been a low register Boing sound...

"Shouldn't these be good enough?" she called out, turning in a circle to show her boobs to everyone in the neighborhood. There were a variety of loud agreements here and there. I didn't agree out loud myself, but yeah, they darn sure should have been enough for any guy.

Studebaker's wife pulled her blouse closed. He tried to step up to her with calming motions that were anything but calm on his own part, but she was on a roll. "Now you won't see any of the boobs around here, Willy," she said, stepping back out of his reach. "Especially mine! I want a divorce! I want all the divorces," she ranted. "I'm gonna take your carwash," she taunted.

Jane stepped up to her. "My card," she said with a broad grin. The wife stopped her rant, looked at Jane and the injunction she was holding, smiled evilly, and took the card. "We'll take everything," Jane said conspiratorially, but quite loud enough for Studebaker to hear.

"No! This is not happening!" Studebaker howled. "You aren't going anywhere, Dollface! And I want this carwash. I have a writ! I paid good money for that writ, and I want it enforced!"

There was dead silence from everyone. The cops looked at each other, then at Studebaker. Then they stepped forward toward the story's Big Bad, who gawped at them uncomprehendingly. Bob grabbed him, spun him around, bent him over his own Cadillac, and started to cuff him.

"William Studebaker, you are under arrest for bribery and public corruption," Mathilda said sternly. "You have the right to remain silent. Since there is no way your fat trap will take that right, anything you rant will be used against you in a court of law." She went on with the Miranda as Bob swiftly dragged Studebaker over toward the cop car.

Benny turned white as a sheet and scuttled away toward his car.

"Where do you think you are going?" Mathilda asked, grabbing him by the ear and dragging him off toward the cruiser behind Bob. Both were shoved inside the back, and our cop buddies roared off with sirens blaring for some reason.

There was a brief pause, and then everybody, employees, customers in line, and random passersby all cheered thunderously.

"Oh no! What happened?" I heard my eye doctor say. She was just getting out of her car, which she had just parked. "Jane, I can't believe I missed all the fun!"

"Sorry, Phylicia!" Jane shrugged. "But what is important is, the fun can go on!"

There were more cheers.

"Let's go detail some cars!" I shouted, and all of us but Carl ran back to the detail yard. Carl had to stay and send cars back. It was better that way, in case Myrtle drove by again.

And Carl in a Speedo would not be, um, marketing friendly to our business model...

In the back, everybody lost their shirts, except for Kristi, of course. And there was immediately the biggest montage yet, as car after car pulled back for a clean. The music that suddenly played was, probably for budgetary reasons, the same one from the first montage I had experienced on my very first day here. The bicycle guy was back, grinning as Daisy and Ginny soaped him down. Maisy and Adam worked very closely together on a car with a confused elderly couple who appeared to have had no idea what they had been getting into, but who were total pervs once they figured it out.

I worked over a car with five freaking cheerleaders in uniform all crowded inside. Every one of them flashed me.

Jane and Phylicia stood around, celebrating and looking awesome in their heels.

Then Bambi came over to Jane and offered her a sponge filled with soapy water. Jane just laughed and waved it off.

But Phylicia grabbed Bambi's hand with the sponge and shoved it against Jane's chest with a sploosh! "Come on, Jane! You are part of the team here!" my eye doctor hooted. Jane's shirt was soaked, and she struggled out of her suit jacket to keep it at least a little dry. Ginny handed Jane a second sponge to match the one she had snatched from Bambi in self-defense. But Jane was laughing hysterically.

"Oh, what the heck," she shouted, and yanked off the sodden blouse that was sticking to her chest, followed instantly by the delicate white bra she wore! Her breasts were not so big or extravagant as any of the girls', but were still, of course, really amazing. Then she took back her sponges and started rubbing down a car with some pimply-faced dork inside who looked like he had died and gone to heaven.

Phylicia laughed hysterically at her ridiculously topless professional friend and pillar of the community.

Probably a bad idea...

Jane grimaced, grabbed the hose from Kristi. She turned it full on my ophthalmologist. Phylicia was dressed casually this day, in tight jeans and a white cotton top. She did have a bra on underneath, but since it turned as transparent when wet as the shirt over it, we were all treated to a perfect view of the rack beneath.

My eye doctor had boobs that were absolutely in the same league as my co-workers. Incredibly dark nipples, too. And you could even make out that she had really stark tan lines as well, which I had not previously seen on any of the myriad other breasts I had seen in San Ramone.

Now I had both my lawyer and my eye doctor working together on washing cars, to the flummoxed response of the occupants of the cars they worked on, who somehow were all a bunch of barely eighteen nerds.

It was a glorious montage, but I wanted something more. I gently grabbed Kristi's hand as I heard the music start its coda. She smiled at me, and we rushed up the stairs toward my apartment and some privacy.

I had her bikini off her in a flash. No matter how I moved around, she stayed facing only one way, so I guessed the story's viewpoint was getting only her back. I hoped the audience got to share the vision that was her butt.

We embraced, and I felt, rather than saw, my trunks slip to my ankles. I stepped us over to one of the mattresses, and she sank upon it. I lay down atop her. My dong was between her legs. We kissed languidly, aware that we finally had all the time in the world. Or at least until September. How I would deal with that, I did not know. But for now, we enjoyed each other's naked bodies.

Foreplay was clearly for earlier in the storyline, and I felt Kristi wiggle her hips to aim me right where I wanted to go. I kissed her one more time, and sank slowly into her perfect depths, every nerve ending in my junk yodeling in utter delight.

FADE TO BLACK

I was then suddenly back in the white expanse of The Boss's environment, but I just knew that the blackness I had just been in had been overlaid with credits...

"No!" I genuinely screamed, looking around for Candy, the Muse of Raunchy Sex Comedies.

She appeared out of the whiteness, walking toward me wearing a different, much more modern bikini that covered more but looked even better. She was clapping her hands. "Bravo, Danny! I knew that you would be a great Seed."

"But, but, Kristi! Where is she?" I asked. I was still hard as stone, but I was missing her as a person just as much.

Candy looked sad. "Don't fall too much in love, Danny. She only fully existed as Kristi in the story."

"What? She wasn't... wait, the girls aren't Seeds like me?"

"Sorry, not souls at all, really. More like motes of soul dust," Candy said. "They are distinct, and as real as you, for the duration of the story, but they have no continuity in their identity. You are what matters. You are the one who consciously drives the story, just like you have the last few days. It worked, too. My inspiration has struck back in the real world."

"So, what," I asked, a little petulantly. "There is going to be a movie of what happened on Netflix or HBOMax now?"

"That's not how it works," Candy laughed kindly. "Your experiences help me bestow energizing, but non-distinct inspirations in many storytellers of all media. Lots of completely different stories, many of which will not even involve water in any way, will come from those writers who felt what you just went through in their subconsciousness.. I suspect a few of those stories will be successful, and my influence will recover a little. As my inspiration improves, your ability to shape the destiny of the stories will grow as well," she added, waggling her eyebrows. So did that mean I'd get better stats? Or would I be able to make better stuff happen? More stuff? Less soft stuff?

I sighed. There were definite Cons to go with the Pros of what was, I had to admit, a pretty rocking new job. In particular, I would have to work out some emotional issues quickly. Getting close, even romantic, with hot chick after hot chick, was going to wear after a while, since they would all be ripped away from me once their usefulness was done.

Dammit, Krisit was awesome... had been awesome. Losing her was wearing on me now...

"Now, it will take me time to assemble the bits and bobs of what frustrated storytellers are struggling with, so I can craft your next assignment. You can relax until I do," Candy said. "I want you to rest. I mean that. John, the Muse of Poolboy Porn asked to borrow you, but you don't have to worry, I told him no."

That didn't sound that bad, actually...

"Wait. I thought John was the ArchMuse of Porn," I said, suddenly remembering. "Not just the Muse of Poolboy Porn."

"There are so many porn Muses these days," Candy scoffed, waving her hand. "They are all named John."

Okay...

"But for now, you should just relax here. If you want to meditate, great. But if you want to read something funny, or watch one of your, um, favorite movies, from one of my creatives, I'll hook you up!" Candy suggested. "Regardless, thanks, and I'll have you back and laughing about naughty stuff in no time. Then she stepped her godlike body right in front of me, and lightly kissed me full on the lips!

A literal goddess in a fantastic bikini had just stepped up to me and kissed me with lips that were not merely perfect, they were transcendent. And I had just been through an experience where I had been unreasonably successful with a bunch of also unreasonably hot chicks. I just responded as I had trained myself lately.

I pressed back with my own lips and let my hands rise upward, slowly approaching a grasp on those supernatural breasts...

FADE TO WHITE

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Alas, this is the last we will ever see of Kristi and the other girls. The soul dust they were comprised of has melded back into the overall pool. But Danny will be back for more Candy The Muse Productions! I enjoyed writing Bikini Detailing, One and Two. Stay tuned for Bikini Gym, where Danny will learn much more about his new existence and how to make it work, while enjoying a different era of 'softcore'. Unlike most of this series, I am only one entry ahead of this tale at publication, so I'm especially eager to hear your thoughts on what I have done so far, and to receive your 'pitches' for future projects!