Carly was a spoiled brat with a daddy's credit card and no respect for boundaries. She drove a cherry-red convertible, wore crop tops in winter, and had a mouth that could ruin reputations. One day she rolled into the grimy edge of town, looking for a car wash. She found "Iron Hose Car Spa"-a place not listed on any app. The sign looked hand-painted. The men working there were filthy in every sense of the word-covered in grease, sweat, and muscle. One of them leaned over her window and said with a grin: > "You want the deluxe tunnel, princess?" She scoffed.
"Yeah. The best one." He winked. > "You got it. Full Service. No pulling out." She didn't know what that meant. She would soon.
Carly was a spoiled brat with a daddy's credit card and no respect for boundaries. She drove a cherry-red convertible, wore crop tops in winter, and had a mouth that could ruin reputations. One day she rolled into the grimy edge of town, looking for a car wash. She found "Iron Hose Car Spa"-a place not listed on any app. The sign looked hand-painted. The men working there were filthy in every sense of the word-covered in grease, sweat, and muscle. One of them leaned over her window and said with a grin: > "You want the deluxe tunnel, princess?" She scoffed.
"Yeah. The best one." He winked. > "You got it. Full Service. No pulling out." She didn't know what that meant. She would soon.