<div class="floatright">](http://web.newsguy.com/ReaLi5TiX/BodyShots/KimberJames.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>"BJ" Jameson</strong></span><br/><hr/><br/>A dark blue sedan slowly slipped into the lot for the car wash not long after the cop car had departed the scene, a thoroughly unremarkable-looking late model Lexus with a somewhat out of place looking spoiler on the trunk. The driver of the car slid out of the driver's seat, revealing themselves to be a gorgeous brunette/dark-blonde woman, dressed in very casual clothes as a sop to the weather - clothes that accounted to as much as a quite faded black<em>Iron Maiden</em>t-shirt from their 1984/1985 "World Slavery Tour", a pair of denim jeans that had been roughly cut into a pair of tight 'booty shorts', and a pair of open-toed, high-heeled sandles; and judging by the way the garments were moving on the woman, and in particular the way her t-shirt was clinging to her very ample breasts, it wasn't entirely clear if she was wearing any undergarments under them.<br/><br/>The woman's name was Bella Leigh Jameson, and she'd come to scope out the car wash to see if it was worth her time; from what she'd seen already from watching the place for a couple of days, though, she was sure it would be, as she felt her loins stirring in anticipation. "Patience..." she told herself, willing what was between her legs to calm down. She'd been planning this for a while, practically from the moment she'd heard about this place on her first day at work at the office; she didn't want her 'little friend' to ruin things because he was too eager.<br/><br/>She then smiled to herself, and slowly walked her way towards the office, putting her handbag over her shoulder as she stepped away from her car; she was intending to pay cash, upfront, and then see from there. She then quietly opened the door and looked in. "Hello? Is anyone about?" she called in a soft voice; her accent was one that was hard to define, as it seemed to meander all over the place.