Charles grinned as Inez moved past him, his eyes traveling down from her chest to her ass and hips as she made her way to his beloved BMW. At this point in time, he would normally give a warning for her to be gentle with it but the words didn't have the motivation to form in his throat. He had almost completely forgot the instructions of Mike, whom he guess owned the place or had some great luck finding a part time gig. Slowly, painfully, he pulled his head from the newly wet Amber and focused on Mike. Charles briskly crossed the distance between then and dug in his pocket, removing a crisp twenty and handing it to Mike with a smile. "Hell of an operation you got here." He would wait until Mike took the money then he would extend his empty hand for a simple hand shake, "I'm Charles. Might as well introduce myself because I'm sure that I'll be back often."<br/><br/>As much as he would have liked to chat with Mike, there were sexy, wet young ladies washing his car that needed his attention, especially that flirty brunette. Just as Charles had got comfortable enjoying his own personal show an older Mustang pulled up. Charles peeked over to who was driving and recognized him immediately, hell anybody in Florida would recognize Caleb Hansen, he was well on his way to the NFL. A chuckle escaped Charles lips as he questioned what he was doing at this bikini car wash. Should he really be hanging out at the same place with college kids? His question was answered as soon as his eyes shifted to Amber's ass that was currently making a meal out of her bikini bottoms. Absolutely.<br/>