The senior class had a car wash on Saturday. Of course, I participated; I have a close friend who’s on the ASB. It was in the 80s that day, so I wore my bikini top, as did most of the girls there.
These two possibly drunk customers told Travis, our class president, that they’d only pay if only girls washed their old, rusty Cadillac. Without asking us, he agreed. (Hence the title) It was pretty gross; they were leering at us through the windshield the whole time, and their car was rusting apart in our hands. As they handed Nicole the well-earned money, they said “You didn’t do none of the work, but you sure woulda looked good doing it!” And if that wasn’t bad enough, they told my friend and I as they were leaving to “remember babes, we’re your daddies in the caddy!” I am thoroughly scarred.
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Car Wash Whore151 words, reading time ~ 36 secs