Michelle Tucker, or Shelly, as most of her friends called her, was glad summer was upon her. She had just gone through a grueling, difficult school year and she was ready to just relax and take the sun in, which is exactly what she was already doing. Newly single, she was looking for something to help her get over her boyfriend. A month or so before, she found an advert advertising for a summer job at a bikini car wash. It didn't say explicitly what the job entailed, but her imagination was running wild and she was looking forward to it.<br/><br/>On that particular Monday morning, the first of the summer, she was out just before sunrise with her surfboard and her open-top car, taking in the breeze as her dirty blonde hair swayed wherever it wished in its unruly nature. It kind of represented who she was as a person: A wild, rebellious soul that moves in whatever way the wind blows. It has brought her everything she wanted in life and she wasn't about to change what has worked for her for nearly 20 years.<br/><br/>Having parked her car a several blocks away from the designated place where the car wash would take place, she took it upon herself to walk the rest of the way, about 3 or 4 miles, to the establishment. It was a pretty good neighborhood, a lot of rich people with expensive cars driving to and from work, meaning there would be business in the beginning of the day, end of the day, and perhaps the middle of the day when everyone has their lunch, not to mention plenty of good tips. The job involved washing cars, something she could easily do, and showing off her body, something she had and wasn't afraid to flaunt.<br/><br/>Even this early in the day, with her form just starting to soak up the just-risen sun, the streets were already busy and guys were already whistling at her, catcalling, and giving her second and third looks that were sometimes caught by their partners. The blonde only giggled to herself. It was not unexpected, for her looks drew such  reactions from men. Wearing nothing more than a black skin-tight tank top and dark blue denim skinny jeans, both items accentuated her already perfect figure, with a purple bikini top being shown under her top and matching bikini bottoms peeking out of her jeans.<br/><br/>As she neared the car wash, she took out her brush from the backpack she had on and began running it through her wet hair, having just finished surfing before she drove into the city. It ran through her locks easily and made her look presentable before she reached her destination, and, upon reaching it and seeing that there was no one but what seemed like the owner there, she waled in and smiled.<br/><br/>"I assume I'm early?"