<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jake Xingba Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name</strong>: Jake Xingba<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 22<br/><strong>Sex/Gender</strong>: Male<br/><strong>Orientation</strong>: Heterosexual<br/><strong>Position</strong>: Customer<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: <br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jake Xingba</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/8e52f82c079afa4bb882222eaeb3ddf0/tumblr_mt3bdx9KcM1saujx6o3_1280.jpg)</div></div><strong>Car</strong>: <br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">2013 Trans Am Blackbird</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.transamdepot.com/images/trans_am_00.png)</div></div><strong>Background</strong>: <br/>Jake didn’t exactly try hard in school, scraping by for the most part and relying on his time on the football field to get him through college in the form of a nice, hefty scholarship. For all intents and purposes, he was successful. With a full, free-ride, Jake is rather aimless. He is torn between trying to start his own gym and simply becoming a certified personal trainer. He leans toward the latter, since that gives him an opportunity to occasionally score with some hot chick. The night before the opening of Baywash, Jake won a great deal of money (well over $2,000) in a poker game between himself and his fellow frat boys. Instead of using the money for something practical, the fraternity dared him to spend a bunch of that money at the car wash, thinking he didn’t have it in him. Boy, were they wrong. They demanded proof, so he has a Dashcam set up in his car as well as a point-and-shoot camera in his glovebox. Proof and fond memories.<br/></div></div><br/>Jake hadn't even really spoken to the boss when the same hot girl from before strolled up to him, wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini. Oh, what he wouldn't give to see her on the hood of his car<em>without</em>her swimwear. He gave her a wolfish grin, feeling her soft hand on his muscled arm. The first thing he noticed, of course, was how tightly confined her breasts were. He imagined the slightest tug on the straps would free them. He tried to focus; letting his imagination get the better of him would render him dazed. The next thing he noticed was her smile. Perfect pearly whites glistening in the mix of artificial and natural light.<br/><br/><em>Damn</em>she was hot. He turned to face her more fully slightly puffing out his chiseled chest. His tight-fitting A-shirt showed off the ridges of his muscles.<br/><br/><strong>"Would you, now?"</strong>[/b] he replied, letting his dark eyes take in the rest of her bombshell of a body and her gorgeous blonde hair. When he finally stopped ogling, he turned back to Mike and plucked a twenty-bill from his wallet and slapped it on the table.<strong>"You've got one hell of a business, man. Can't wait to get started."</strong>[/b]<br/><br/>He reached into his pocket to pull out the keys. He was still just parked in a parking lot. He would have to drive up for her to get to work on his car.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll pull the car around and then you can work on it. Make it really shine,"</strong>[/b] he continued, still smirking. He then about-faced and jogged back to his car, quickly hopping in, turning the ignition, and pulling into the washing station. He couldn't wait to see this chick in action. Finally, after switching on his dashcam, he hopped out and stood a few yards from his precious car.<strong>"Do whatever you need to do to make this car look really hot!"</strong>[/b]