My UMD friend is not only a knockout, but generous with her time when she can.
Her best friend is also a knockout, too, and is always willing to help out several pet charities. Every time there is a fundraiser, it seems my friend gets a call from her bestie.
One day, my friend got a call from her. "Are you doing anything next Saturday?" she asked.
"No, I'm free," my friend said. "What's up?"
"There's a fundraiser for breast cancer," her friend said.
My friend didn't hesitate for a moment. "I'm in," she said.
"You don't need to get dressed up," her bestie said. "It's very casual. And it's outdoors, too."
"OK, I'll bite." ny friend said. "What is it?"
"It's a car wash to raise money for breast cancer awareness," her bestie said.
"Sounds like fun," my friend said. "I'll be there."
Before long, the day was there, a beautiful, bright, sunny day in the seventies. My friend looked breathtaking in a tight black t-shirt, Daisy Dukes, and sneakers. She also had on her favorite ankle bracelet, and she looked outstanding.
She went to the address her friend told her, and her friend was already there, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts.
The two hugged and kissed each other, and her bestie said, "Let's go check in."
The two signed in, and were handed pink t-shirts with the phrase "Paint the Town Pink."
Both of them are about the same size, height, weight, so they grabbed two small t-shirts to accentuate their toned bodies.They both looked stunning.
The first cars pulled up a few minutes later- there were about a dozen volunteers- and my friend and her bestie made up one team
They started on the first cars, and the line was starting to grow.
"Maybe they'll be able to raise a lot of money today," my friend said.
"I hope so," her bestie said, a sly smile on her face.
My friend recognized that smile, usually meaning that she was up to no good. "I think we might need to liven things up a little," my friend's bestie said. "Okay," my friend said.
It was starting to get unseasonably warm- and humid, as well- and both of them tied their t-shirts under their amazing tits. My friend's belly button jewelry was showing, and she looked fantastic, as did her bestie.
A youngish guy in his thirties came through the line, and the two of them put on a show for him, dancing around as they soaped up his car, then hosed it down. The guy handed them a twenty dollar bill- the suggested donation was five dollars- and my friend said to her bestie, "We may be on to something here."
"Sure,' her bestie said. "Let's have some fun with them."
After a couple of cars went through the line, a driver in Porsche coupe came to their line, and my friend recognized him- he was a customer at the gentleman's club she occasionally worked at to pick up extra change. He was also known as a generous tipper at the club.
My friend gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and introduced him to her bestie.
He asked, "How much?"
She said, "The minimum donation is five dollars, but yu can donate whatever you like," my friend said, a wicked smile on her face.
He pulled a fifty out of his money clip. My friend looked at her bestie, who smiled and nodded. "We''ll make sure we do a good job," they said. They hosed the car down first, then soaped ti up. They performed like acrobats- both are very athletic- and both of their superb butts were wiggling around as they soaped up the car. They went to hose the car down, and my friend squirted her bestie with the hose, soaking her t-shirt- enough to where you could see her nipples sticking out.
"I'm sorry," my friend said.
"No ,you're not," her bestie said. You did that on purpose!" She then turned the hose on my friend, soaking not only her t-shirt, but her belly and her Daisy Dukes as well. Her belly button jewelry- as well as her belly- were glistening in the sunny day.
The two of them were soaking wet- which felt good in the hot and humid weather- and he pulled another fifty out of his money clip. "You two did a great job," he said. Then he said to my friend, "When will I see you at "Vivid at Night?" referring to the club she worked at.
"I'll be there next Tuesday and Thursday," my friend smiled at him.
What she didn't realize that a flood was coming and she and her bestie were going to be Johnstown.
After thet washed a few cars, another one of her customers from the club came into their line. Apparently, the guy on line before either called or texted and told him what it was all about.
:Rick said you two did a great job ," the man said.
"Oh, we'll try to do just as well," my friend said. "Better," my bestie said, as my friend gave her a quizzical look. How could we improve on what we did for Rick?" my friend said.
"Follow my lead," her bestie said.
They hosed the car down first- it was a Mercedes coupe- then went to town soaping the car up. My friend's bestie got a little too vigorous with the soap suds, and wound up getting suds on my friend.
"You did that on purpose!" my friend said to her bestie, but she said nothing. "Here, I'll show you something soaped up," as she took the bucket of soapy water and poured it over her bestie's head, her impeccable hair and makeup ruined .
"I can't believe you did that!" her bestie said. She went to get a fresh bucket of soapy water, adding extra soap suds, as she gave my friend a disgusted look and said, "Let's just finish the car." However, before she started to soap up a fender, she soaped up my friend's t-shirt, spending a little extra time soaping up my friend' incredible tits- so much that her nipples were starting to stand out. Finally, the car done, the man said to them, "How much did Rick give you?"
"Fifty dollars apiece," my friend said.
He pulled a hundred dollar bill out of his wallet, then said, "I'll give an extra hundred if both of you take your t-shirts off."
"Done," the two of them said. Her bestie was wearing a Hawaiian print bikini top, and my friend looked breathtaking in a lime green bikini top.
They did a few more cars, then it was starting to wind down.
Another one of her customers at the club drove up- he was in a Ford F-150 pickup truck- and the two of them pulled out the stops- as they hosed the truck down, they squirted it all over each other, then finished the front fenders and the cab. They did each of the rear fenders separately, then opened the tailgate to soap up the truck bed.
"I"ll do it," my friend said. She started to soap up the bed, then her bestie climbed in to help, but not before soaping up her back and giving her a shampoo. That's for dumping that bucket of water on me!" her bestie said, as she hosed her down from head to toe. My friend slicked her hair back as her bestie continued with the hose, spraying her breasts, belly, and Daisy Dukes, spending a little extra time on her crotch. My friend was all wet- in more ways than one- as they hosed out the bed, but not before my friend hosed down her bestie.
"That was a great job you two did on the truck," as he gave them a hundred dollar bill apiece.
The event done, they handed in the money they collected- it was nearly a thousand dollars, more than three times the next team did- and the event organizer said to my friends, "You certainly had an unorthodox way of raising money, but I'm glad you did."
"We're glad we did, too," both my friend and her bestie said, as they went inside to change.