Car Wash

Car Wash

Dylan Cross

Copyright 2012 by Dylan Cross

Cover art by: Mais Tuning

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If nothing else, you've got to admire Gina's
determination, and her passion for the band program. The car wash
was entirely her idea, and she was able to convince the other girls
in the band to help her. The turnout was great--who wouldn't show
up to enjoy the treat of having their car laboriously washed and
detailed by a group of bikini-clad coeds? As morning turned to
afternoon, they were still a far cry from the $5,000 needed to keep
the school's marching band program alive. Still, she kept working
at it, even as the other girls began facing reality later in the
afternoon. One by one, they apologetically excused themselves--but
Gina stubbornly stood her post, lovingly washing and waxing each
car herself.

At one point, business seemed to increase
dramatically, as Gina climbed into a few SUVs for some "interior
detailing." (We can only assume that was turtle wax dripping down
her cleavage.) However, try as she might, 6:00pm finally rolled
around, and with it, the expiration of the campus permit for the
car wash. In tears, her head hung, she quietly rolled up the garden
hose and collected up the sponges, towels and buckets. Knowing
that, by this time tomorrow, the marching band program would be
officially voted down for lack of funding.

Several of us have been made aware of Gina's plight,
and have decided to help her. There are about a dozen of us, and
we've chipped in and were able to come up with the $2000 which she
still needs to keep the program alive. We've also come up with a
"wish list"... a whole assortment of neat little things which we'd
never ask our wives or our girlfriends for. You know... things
which are just too kinky... raunchy... humiliating... degrading...
painful.

We're taking the money--and the list--over to Gina's
dorm right now. Would you like to come along and help deliver the
good news?

…and now, an excerpt from another Dylan Cross book:
Road Trip
. Available only on
Smashwords!

... he pulled her by her hair and slammed her
over the hood of the car as he fumbled with his belt. "Please..."
Amanda squirmed on the hood. As he drew the belt back, she covered
her exposed asscheeks with her hands.

"Move your hands. Put them on the hood,
bitch." Then he was holding her phone and dialing it. With horror,
she saw that the phone was "Calling MARK".

"Please, no," she begged... he thumbed the
speakerphone icon and set the phone down, just as her husband
answered.

"H-hi honey," Amanda forced herself to sound
normal, even as Craig's hand slid up her thigh and found its way to
her shaved pussy... he slid his finger inside her and began fucking
her with it.

She knew how dirty this was—talking to her
husband on the phone while his best friend played with her pussy.
Mark started speaking to someone else on his end. Craig took this
opportunity to move in "for the kill," both his hands working her
furiously. He leaned over and whispered, "You dirty fucking whore.
Make that married pussy cum all over my fingers... Afterward, I'm
going to whip your ass for being a disobedient whore..."

As her husband continued talking, she bucked
against Craig's fingers, her hips seemingly having a mind of their
own as her orgasm overtook her...

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