Mike opened up the service window and leaned out towards the owner of the BMW. "Hey buddy, it's twenty bucks for a wash," he said gruffly. "Cash up front, before the ladies get wet." The last thing he needed was dead beats not paying their tabs. So he sat back in the stool he kept by the counter and the cash register.<br/><br/>Movement caught his eye, Amber coming out of the changing area. Best friend's daughter or not he found himself staring at her as he watched. She had grown into a perfect woman. Not stupidly skinny, just the right amount of curve to fill out a bikini perfectly. He had been in jail way too long as he was nearly drooling as she turned towards the counter. "Why don't you get on out there and help. It's a good idea to have a couple girls per car unless the customer asks different." Amber was young, and on her first job, she'd made that clear during her interview. "You don't want too many girls on one car or the tips will suck. You'd rather not do a car solo because it'll take a long while, and the tips per hour will suck. You work together with the other girls and you can do a couple cars an hour and still get good tips. Remember, the guys aren't here for a wash, they're here for a show."