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 �>�Casey and the Carwash by TheBlushingPrincess

   Part 1: The Wager

   Casey was without doubt one of the hottest girls in the school.  Smart
too.  Eighteen years old with a bright future.  A cheerleader, yes. 
Totally in with the popular crowd.  But never too cool for anyone.  As a
matter of fact, she was friends with plenty of nerds too.  She was a strong
member of the chess team and also hung out after school with the guys in
the audio-visual club.  She was everyone's friend.

   Problem was, she was also competitive.  Perhaps too competitive.  There
was this guy on the chess team, Luke, and she challenged him to a friendly
game of chess, but placed a little wager on the game.  Whoever lost had to
wash the winner's car.  Luke was your typical nerdy, skinny high-schooler.
A nice enough guy, but not what you would call good looking by any stretch.
Not bad looking either, but nothing special.  So fine.  The bet was on. 
They shook hands and even wrote the bet out on a paper napkin to make it
official.

   They were playing in the cafeteria during an open period.  A few kids
were around.  Soon, word spread that there was a little wager on the game.
Casey seemed to have the advantage at first, but then Luke, with a series
of stunning moves, backed her into a corner.  Casey couldn't believe it. 
She was about to lose.  And then, there it was.  Checkmate.  She was out.

   "Alright, Luke.  Good game." She extended her hand.  He shook it.

   "Good game, Casey.  And now it's time to pay up."

   "Yeah.  Shit.  Okay.  Where are we doing this?"

   "My house.  30 minutes.  Wear something you don't mind getting wet in!"

   Luke drove home and parked his car just outside the garage behind the
house.  He lived on a crowded block not far from the school.  Lots of other
kids in walking distance.  Luke didn't have much money, but he had found a
good deal on an old black Mustang, and with a lot of hard work and some
talent in the garage, he turned an old junker into a pretty decent looking,
reliable car.

   Then Casey showed up.  She stopped at home first to change into her
two-piece swimsuit, a pair of very short gym shorts, and a form-fitting,
crop-top, white tee shirt.  Plus flip flops, of course.  She looked, by any
standard, simply amazing.

    -�Alright, Luke.  I -(TM)m ready.  Where -(TM)s the hose? -�

   Luke brought out a bucket, some sponges, a sham, and the hose and
sprayer.

    -�Here you go, Casey!  Thanks for being a good sport! -�

   Resigned, she smiled.   -�Okay.  Let -(TM)s get started. -�

    -�Wait just a second, -� Luke said.  I -(TM)ve got some friends coming
over to watch. -�

    -�What??? -�

    -�Yeah.  I mean, where -(TM)s the fun in making the most popular girl
in school wash your car if there -(TM)s nobody around to witness it. 
Nobody would ever believe me! -�

    -�Okay.  Fine. -�

   So the two of them hung out and talked for a minute or two.  And before
you knew it, there were about ten guys there.  Mostly from the chess team
and the AV club.  Mostly nerds.  Some better looking than others, but
mostly nerds.

    -�Alright, Casey, -� said Luke.   -�Time to start! -�

   Casey smiled at the assembled crowd, picked up the hose, and started to
spray down the car.

    -�Casey? -� Luke called out.

    -�Yeah? -�

    -�Aren -(TM)t you forgetting something? -�

    -�What? -�

    -�Swimsuit only.  You need to lose the shorts and tee shirt. -�

    -�What do you mean?  I don -(TM)t remember that! -�

    -�Are you going back on your word? -�

    -�I never said anything about swimsuit only! -� Casey was starting to
get a little angry.  She knew she had not agreed to swimsuit only, and had
no intention of stripping down in front of this group of geeky guys.

   Luke pulled out a piece of paper.  He showed it to her.   -�Here -(TM)s
the proof, Casey.  Here -(TM)s the napkin we signed when we made the bet.
And there it is.  In clear writing.   -~Swimsuit only. -(TM) -�

   Casey studied the napkin.   -�You added that afterwards.  You cheated!
-�

   Luke smiled and put the napkin back in his pocket.   -�Well, it -(TM)s
in writing.  You don -(TM)t want to be known as someone who goes back on
her word, do you? -�

   The other boys started chanting,  -�Strip!  Strip!  Strip!  Strip! -�

   Casey wanted to run back to her car, but her competitive nature wouldn
-(TM)t let her.  She didn -(TM)t want to be seen as a cheat, even if she
knew she was in the right.  And whatever.  She was hot shit.  If these
nerds wanted to get a boner while they watched her wash Luke -(TM)s car,
what did she care?

   Of course, she couldn't possibly have predicted what was about to
happen...



   Part 2: Down To Her Bikini

   Casey stood just a few feet away from the cheering crowd of high-school
boys, garden hose in hand, spraying down the wet black Mustang.  The
chanting of  -�Strip!  Strip!  Strip! -� was becoming too much to bear.

   Despite being drop-dead gorgeous and knowing it, Casey was
extraordinarily shy when it came to nudity.  In fact, she had never been
seen naked by a boy.  Ever!  The times that she had gotten friendly with
boyfriends over the past couple of years, she would always make sure the
lights were out.  And as much as she did enjoy the attention she would
receive while looking smoking-hot in a tight miniskirt, the thought of
stripping down to her skimpy bikini in front of a throng of nerdy boys made
her quake a bit.

   Luke prompted her, holding up their cocktail-napkin contract and smiling
broadly.

   Casey looked at Luke.  Still friendly, but glaring a bit through her
smile.  The chants of  -�Strip!  Strip!  Strip! -� were only intensifying
(granted, still in a friendly way).

   Casey said quietly to Luke, in a friendly but direct tone,  -�Listen,
you shit, I know you cheated. -�

    -�Maybe I did.  Maybe I didn -(TM)t, -� he said with a smug smile.

    -�But I -(TM)m no cheater.  And I won -(TM)t be seen as one.  So yes. I
-(TM)ll get down to my swimsuit.  But no funny ideas about anything else!
-�

   Luke was pleased.  He stood up on a railroad tie on the side of the
driveway.   -�Attention please!  Attention! -� The crowd simmered down.

    -�Casey has graciously agreed to follow through on her commitment.  She
will now strip down to her swimsuit. -�

   The crowd roared.

   Casey shook her head.  She grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt and
started to pull it over her head.  But then she noticed that just about
every guy there had his cellphone out and was capturing the moment.

    -�Wait a second.  Nobody said anything about cellphones, -� she
protested to Luke.

   But Luke was right there with an answer.   -�Nope.  Nobody did.  Nobody
said they were off limits. -�

    -�Well, nobody said they were on limits either. -�

    -�No, no, they didn -(TM)t.  You -(TM)re right.  But look, Casey. 
Really.  You are the most popular girl in the school.  Who would ever
believe us if we said you washed my car in nothing but your swimsuit?  So
really.  What -(TM)s the harm?  It -(TM)s only a few photos of you in a
swimsuit.  Big deal. -�

   Casey just wanted to get this over with.  She started to pull her shirt
over her head, attempting to do it in the unsexist way imaginable.  Of
course, that would be completely impossible for Casey.  Every move she
made, no matter how awkward or stilted, was never anything less than
mesmerizing.  As she lifted her shirt over her head, a hush fell over the
crowd.  The chanting stopped.  Every single boy there was transfixed by her
beauty.  (And was likely hard as a rock as well.) Every one of the boys was
transfixed as they saw the tops and sides of her breasts so perfectly
attempting to escape from her bikini top.  As her perfectly toned
midsection came into view.  As her damp hair cascaded of her shoulders and
onto her flawlessly smooth upper back.

   Casey attempted to ignore all the eyes on her as she turned to lower her
shorts.  Why hadn -(TM)t she selected a more modest swimsuit?  Granted, she
wasn -(TM)t wearing a thong, but still, the two-piece suit she had on didn
-(TM)t leave a great deal to the imagination.  Of course, she had thought
she would have her shorts and shirt on.

   The moment was not lost on Luke and his friends.  There was Casey -(TM)s
impeccable ass.  Just barely covered.  It didn -(TM)t take much imagine her
fully nude, and Casey was quite sure that -(TM)s what each and every one of
the boys was doing.  On the one hand, she felt oddly empowered by it.  But
on the other hand, she was completely mortified.  The feelings of exposure
and embarrassment were far greater than she had anticipated, even just a
few seconds earlier.  But she was in it now.  It -(TM)s not like they could
unsee her in her bikini.  Plus, they already had photos and video.  No
point in stopping now.  Just finish washing the car, graciously take a
little curtsy, get dressed, and get the hell out of there.

   With her shirt and shorts now on the ground, Luke walked over and
happily collected them.   -�I -(TM)ll get these out of your way.  I don
-(TM)t want you to trip on them while you wash my car! -� He smiled at her
as he so helpfully balled up her shirt and shorts and put them into her
bag. She was beginning to lose her patience with him, but she kept at it.
She turned back to the car, picked up the hose, and continued to spray it
down.

   The boys at this point started to gather just a bit closer, forming a
sort of semicircle around Casey and the car.  To their credit, they kept a
respectful distance.  Most of them still had their phones out but many were
just trying to memorize the moment with their eyes.  And they were doing a
hell of a job of it.

   With the car soaked down, it was time to start scrubbing.  Casey hadn
-(TM)t anticipated the compromising positions this would put her in.  For
example, as she had to stand at the front of the car and lean her body over
in order to scrub the edge of the hood as it reached the windshield.  She
felt that she must have looked like something out of a Playboy photo shoot.
And frankly, she did.  The boys inched closer, with the best views directly
behind her as she had to flex and stretch her legs and ass in order to
reach and scrub the hood of the car.  Although there was no shortage of
other amazing views as well.  One boy even climbed up on the roof of the
car and was taking pictures of Casey from the front.  A better view of her
cleavage could not have been found anywhere.

   Casey -(TM)s only solace was that these nerds would never see her fully
naked.  A glimpse of her in her swimsuit was all they -(TM)d get.  And so
what?  If they were going to jack off to the photos for years and years
afterwards?  Whatever.  This day would be over and she would never think of
it again.

   But then, Casey -(TM)s phone chimed.  Luke heard it coming from her bag.
He picked it up.

    -�Casey, you -(TM)ve got a text.  Do you want to see it? -�

   Scrubbing away, now standing at the side of the car, her front covered
in soapy bubbles, her ass wet and her thighs mind-blowingly beaded with
water droplets, up on her tip toes attempting to scrub down the roof, her
calves flexed in the sexiest possible manner, smiling high-school boys
surrounding her, she said,  -�I don -(TM)t need to see that text right now.
I -(TM)ll look at it later. -�

   But Luke couldn -(TM)t help himself.  He unlocked her phone.  (Her
password was  -�password, -� just as Luke suspected it might be.  As bright
as Casey was, technology security was not her strong suit.) Luke read the
incoming text.  It was from her friend, Amanda.

   Amanda: Okay.  Let me know when you -(TM)re done over at loser Luke
-(TM)s house.

   Luke chuckled.  As kind as Casey was, and he felt she really was a good
buddy to him, she had some pretty shallow girlfriends.  He was about to put
her phone back into her bag, but then curiosity got the better of him.  He
scrolled up to read the previous texts in the chain.
Casey: Shit.  I -(TM)ve got to go wash Luke -(TM)s car.
Amanda: What???
Casey: Yeah.  I lost a chess game and now I have to wash his car.
Amanda: Is he the dweeby one you were telling me about?

   Casey: Yeah.  Total nerd.  Thinks we -(TM)re actually friends.  Yeah, he
-(TM)s a great chess partner, but wow.  That -(TM)s about it.  Zero
personality and certainly nothing to look at.  But I have to keep
pretending to like hanging out with him.
Amanda: Why?

   Casey: It -(TM)s just my reputation.  I get along with everybody, right?
Shit.  Looking forward to not having to hang out with Luke and his loser
friends next year.

   Amanda: Okay.  Let me know when you -(TM)re done over at loser Luke
-(TM)s house.

   Luke froze for a moment.  After an initial rush of betrayal, he was
quickly overcome with anger.  His instinct was to storm up to Casey and
confront her, right there in front of everyone.  But he quickly thought
better of it.  No.  Luke was no fool.  He would absolutely have the last
laugh today.  But he would do it in the right way.  Oh, this would be a day
that Casey would never forget.

   He walked over to Casey and got her attention.  She looked at him,
exasperated but unable to not appear sexy.   -�Yeah, Luke? -�

   He grinned.   -�Oh, nothing.  I -(TM)ve just got a little something I
need you to do for me -- -�