I leapt into the bus just before the door closed. Panting, I looked back at the road that I had sprinted to ensure that I wouldn’t miss my interview. Thank God that Gwyneth helped me on short notice to look after my daughter.
I swallowed to catch my breath and calm my nerves. There was no other option. That job had to be mine. I lost my previous job two weeks ago because construction work had slowed down significantly in Florida. The market was slow, and I couldn’t wait for it to pick up again.
Searching through classifieds every day, I spotted a post for a position at a car wash. I had never washed cars professionally before, but I figured that it couldn’t be too hard. The manager told me that I would get 25 percent of every car wash fee. That sounded good to me. It was better than sitting at home and spending money that I didn’t have. Sometimes, credit cards come in handy, especially when you don’t have money to feed your child.
After stepping out of the bus, I took the cologne out of my bag and sprayed it on myself, just enough to suffocate any stench without aggravating other people’s noses.
The manager, Tony, shook my hand and smiled. Something about his aura gave me a positive impression of him. I could tell that he would be a pleasant colleague.
He gave me a tour of the car wash and showed me the procedure to wash a car. I thought it was fairly simple and much more pleasant work than construction.
“If you want the job, it’s yours,” said Tony.
I smiled and aggressively shook his hand. He understood and, most probably, appreciated my excitement. I would do whatever it took to provide the best life for my child.
At home, I thanked Gwyneth for her help and told her that I would pay her at the end of the week. She knew that my word was good. I felt slightly embarrassed about asking for her help for the rest of the week, but she agreed to it.
I arrived at work half an hour before needing to clock in. Tony complimented me for it, and I thought those would be his expectations. I was fine with that.
He watched me wash the first car and provided feedback, which I appreciated. I welcomed any advice that would make me a more valuable worker.
Tony inspected the third car that I washed and said that I did a fantastic job. He retreated to his office, and I smiled. I knew that I had a future in that industry.
I enjoyed washing cars and receiving compliments from customers. Some of them were generous with tips.
After the second week, I had settled into a routine that enabled me to wash cars quickly while ensuring I maintained a quality wash. More cars washed meant more money.
I paid Gwyneth for her second week of work and bought her a fruit basket and flowers. She hugged me and told me that she would help me anytime I needed it. I was glad to hear that.
I earned decent money for my first month at the car wash, and I expected even more during the second month because my skills had significantly improved.
On Wednesday, Tony told me that he expected Lillian to drop off her Maserati Levante. She washed her car every week, but she hadn’t been around for three months because she went to Europe for business.
He told me that she loved her car and expected a premium wash. She inspected her car after every wash and complained about even one spot. I understood that her expectations were high, and I didn’t want to disappoint Tony.
She drove into the garage and stepped out of the car. My lips parted as I gawked at her. She wore a white blazer with a pink blouse and a skirt that reached just above her knees and matched her blazer. Her teeth sparkled, matching her pearl necklace. The curls in her hair tumbled down to her shoulders.
I wiped my hand against my pants and then approached her and shook her hand.
“Hi, Lillian, I’m Jeff.”
She smiled and said, “Nice to meet you, Jeff. Tony told me that you’ll be taking care of my car today.”
“Yes, ma’am. You’ll have it back looking brand new.”
“Good. That’s what I expect.”
I washed every inch of the car and then inspected it three times to ensure that I hadn’t missed anything. Tony was on the phone, and I scampered to him as soon as he got off it.
“Hey, Tony, please, do me a favour and take a look at Lillian’s car. I want her to be happy with it.”
He smiled, understanding my desire to satisfy every customer.
Tony pulled out a torch and covered every inch of the car. He switched off the torch, looked at me sternly and said, “You missed a spot.”
My eyes widened, and my lips parted. “What? Where?”
He cracked a smile and patted my shoulder. “I’m kidding. The car’s perfect.”
I inhaled as I closed my eyes and dropped my shoulders.
Tony called Lillian to tell her that her car was ready. She arrived ten minutes later and inspected it. Although Tony approved of my work, I wasn’t sure that I met Lillian’s expectations.
She pulled her purse out of her bag and handed me twenty dollars. She smiled and said, “Thank you. Great work.”
I appreciated her compliment more than the money. She praised my skills and made me feel that my work was important. Lillian also made me realise that people who love their cars respect workers who look after them as if it’s their own.
She said she’d schedule a wash with Tony for next week. I thought that was her way of telling me that she would return, but I realised that she wanted to use the opportunity to speak to me.
That day arrived, and her car was the last that I washed for the day. I think she planned it that way because she invited me for a drink after my shift.
I admired her car and said, “It’s an awesome ride you’ve got.”
“Thank you. This is my baby. It takes care of me, and I take care of it.”
“Yes, you do.”
We looked at each other and smiled while she drove.
At the restaurant, Lillian insisted that I eat. She didn’t want to eat alone and was right when she said that I had to have been hungry after my shift. We smiled at each other while toasting to new beginnings.
Although I didn’t have a wife waiting for me at home with a cooked meal, this alternative was just as good.
Lillian had a Caesar’s salad with chicken, and I gorged on ribs with a sauce and a Greek salad. It was delicious. I couldn’t remember the last time I ate that well.
“Hope you don’t mind me asking, but what business are you in?” I asked.
“Management consulting. I analyse a company’s operations, finances, administration and other departments, then report to management about how they can become more efficient while lowering costs.”
“Very nice. That sounds interesting.”
“It is. After I graduated, I worked for a big company and gained valuable experience before deciding to venture out on my own. That ended up being one of the best decisions I ever made.”
“Well done. You’ve won in life.”
“Thank you,” said Lillian and smiled. “And you?”
“I’ve won in life because I have an incredible daughter. She’s my world. I would do anything for her.”
“Awww, that’s so sweet. If she looks anything like her daddy, she must be cute as a button.”
“She is, but I’m not.”
We chuckled. “Don’t cut yourself short. You’re quite the looker.”
I was taken aback by her compliment. I couldn’t believe that somebody as beautiful and successful as Lillian had taken notice of me.
“Thank you so much. That’s quite the compliment coming from someone like you.”
“It’s my pleasure. I only say what I mean.”
“You’re quite an incredible woman, if you don’t mind me saying.”
“No, why would I mind?”
“I don’t want to step over any lines because, technically, you are a customer.”
“Maybe we can change that.”
I frowned, my lips curled. Her statement fascinated me. “How so?”
“I’ve been meaning to open up another business, but I don’t have the time to run it. Branching out into new industries is always good for portfolio diversification. When I saw how well you washed my car, I knew you were passionate about car maintenance. That’s when I got the idea to open a car wash. With time, it would expand into detailing and a tire service.”
“That’s a great idea. I can see that working. It can be a one-stop shop for your car needs.”
“Exactly. I’m glad you feel that way. That’s why I’ve got a proposal for you.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
“You find a good location. I’ll finance everything, and you run the place. After six months, if the business is profitable, I’ll give you ten percent. If the revenue increases from then until the first year of operations, I’ll give you twenty-five percent of the business. For the first six months, I’ll pay you minimum wage. You also have to take some risks if you want to be a business owner. Once you become my partner, you’ll take your percentage of the profit. The higher the revenue, the more you earn.”
I nodded, smiling. “That sounds great.”
“So, are you in?”
“I really appreciate the offer, Lillian. I didn’t expect this. I’m flattered. But I just need a few days to think about it because I’ve got a daughter to look after. She always comes first. I have to think about her because if the business doesn’t succeed, then what?”
“Make sure it succeeds.”
Her answer and the look on her face revealed to me a woman who accepted only victory. There was no other option for her. I knew that I would learn a tremendous amount about business and finances from her. She was a dream come true, and I couldn’t believe the blessing that God had presented me with.
I knew that I would disappoint her and myself by turning her down. Working with Tony gave me peace of mind that I had job security. Income in a business wasn’t guaranteed, especially in a new one. As terrified as I was about not being able to provide for my girl, I knew that I had the opportunity of a lifetime. Instead of thinking negatively, I recalled Lillian’s attitude when she answered my question. The only option was success.
I knew how to wash cars, and I could consult her about finances. Everything else, I would learn along the way. The only thing left was for me to find a great location. That would play a crucial role in the business’s success.
I thanked Lillian for her offer and told her that I would call her in a few days.
The following day after work, I contacted a few retail agents and made appointments for viewings.
Three days later, I had narrowed the options to two places.
I called Lillian. “Hi, Lillian. Jeff here.”
“Hey, you. How are you?”
“Great. I thought I’d bring you up to speed about my decision.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve actually viewed several places since we last spoke, and I’ve got two locations that I’d like you to see. I’m leaning more towards the one, and I wanted to get your take on it.”
“Fantastic. A man of action. I like that.”
“If you’ve got time tomorrow afternoon, we can go take a look at both places.”
“Great. I’ll come pick you up.”
We went to view the places, and Lillian agreed that my choice was the better option.
She hugged me and told me that she was proud of me and that I pleasantly surprised her. I saw that staying one step ahead of her was going to get me into her good graces.
The next day, I swallowed a big lump in my throat and grunted before approaching Tony. He was a good man who gave me a chance when nobody else did. I loved working with him, and telling him that I wanted to quit would be tough. Worse yet, I would tell him that I would be his competition if he asked where I would go, which was almost certain.
I lowered my gaze after I told him, afraid of his reaction. I thought he believed that I worked with him to snatch industry secrets and then use them to enrich myself.
He placed his hand on my shoulder, and I lifted my eyes to meet his.
“I’m proud of you, Jeff.”
I froze for a few seconds, uncertain if he was sarcastic before scolding me.
He continued, “Most of the guys here have worked with me for years, and they’re not going anywhere. But you came here and got experience before levelling up. That’s what life is about. You can’t stay in the same place forever. You have to keep searching for something bigger, and that’s what you’re doing. Well done.”
I smiled, grateful for his kind words and relieved that he wasn’t upset with me.
“Thanks, Tony. You know I have nothing but the utmost respect for you. You’re a good man, and I consider you to be a great friend.”
“I feel you, brother. If things don’t go as planned, you’ll always have a place here.”
I hugged him. That was the cherry on top of the cake. I felt secure about having an income if my business failed.
Lillian called me after work and asked me to join her for dinner.
We celebrated the opening of our business by popping a champagne bottle. She had unbuttoned the two top buttons of her blouse, granting me a sneak peek at her chest. Although I tried to suppress my attraction for her, she aroused me like no other woman had before. She was smart, successful and stunning.
I tried to control my urges, but I desperately wanted to pin her to the table, open her legs wide apart, rip off her G-string and stick my dick so far into her that she would wheeze like she was about to die from the hard banging.
I could only imagine how amazing the sex would be with her. She probably sucked dick well. Who knows, maybe she was kinky and liked it up the ass? That wouldn’t surprise me. Hard-working women like her also play hard.
I would motorboat her, command her to get on her knees and then shove my dick deep into her mouth until she gurgled and tears pooled in her eyes. Then, I’d bend her over the table and give it to her doggystyle while spanking her tight, tanned ass. Man, I’d have fun with that ass. That’s for sure.
I wondered if she would let me unload on her face. Probably would. She seemed open-minded. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a big black dick inside of her before. She looked prim and proper, but behind closed doors, she was a freak who was sexually liberated. At least, that was my fantasy. For all I knew, she could be a prude. But I doubted it.
The thing I was certain of was that I would not step over the boundary to find out where it is. Building a successful business was more important than getting my stick polished. If we became involved and it didn’t work out, that could ruin the business.
At home, I went into the bathroom and jacked off, thinking about banging Lillian hard.
Lying in bed, I couldn’t get my mind off her. I hoped that she wouldn’t visit the car wash often because I would eventually reach a point where I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself. When I needed her input, we could talk over the phone. But even her feminine voice turned me on. At least, that was easier to deal with than seeing her.
In the first week of the business, I washed three cars. All of the customers were happy and said that they’d recommend me to their friends.
By the end of the month, I washed two cars daily. Business had improved, but I felt that we could gain a competitive advantage by building a website. Most car washes in the area didn’t have one because they relied on passing traffic.
I knew that whenever I needed to find a business, I checked online. Other people did as well, so we needed to be the first search result.
Lillian knew an SEO expert who built a fantastic website for us. That helped to increase the business to four cars daily.
By the sixth month, we were profitable. Lillian was satisfied that she would recoup her initial investment if business continued for the next four months.
She invited me to dinner to thank me for my contribution to the business. I told her that I couldn’t have done without her input and that she was the best partner I could’ve had.
We locked eyes while pressing our glasses against each other. Her eyes drew me in, and I wondered if she knew that she had a hold over me. I hoped she didn’t because she would know that I was susceptible to her charms and could use that to control me.
After dinner, she invited me to her place. I gritted my teeth to avoid blurting out an enthusiastic ‘Yes’. I desperately wanted to go to her place and find out what she had in mind. But I gently let her down by telling her that I was tired and needed to get back home because the nanny would leave. She drove me home.
In front of my building, Lillian smiled while staring at me. A few seconds after smiling at her, I became slightly uncomfortable. I wasn’t certain if she wanted me to kiss her, thank her for the business opportunity or say something I hadn’t even considered. But it was clear to me that she had an expectation.
“I’m really glad that I took you up on your offer, and I appreciate the opportunity that you’ve given me, Lillian.”
She put her hand on top of mine and said, “I’m glad that you accepted it. I’ve got a feeling that this is only the start of something great.”
In the elevator, I thought about her comment. It felt like an inkling of something beyond a business partnership. I wasn’t certain what she meant exactly, and I would never cross the boundary. Having a successful business was more important than banging her. On certain occasions, when she looked irresistible, I wanted to act on my feelings.
The following day, Lillian sent me a message to let me know that she enjoyed our dinner. I thanked her again, and she wished me a productive day.
Rain poured down on Sunday afternoon, keeping the clients at bay. Lillian called me and asked how business was. After I told her that we didn’t have any customers, she said that she would stop by in half an hour.
She arrived and told me to close the shop because it was pointless to be open and incur expenses. She was right.
After I closed the shop, she insisted on a drink at her place. I couldn’t say no to the boss lady.
At her place, she poured me an 18-year-old scotch and then served wraps.
I bit into one and said, “These are delicious.”
“I’m glad you like them. Got them at a catering company.” She smiled. “I’m not much of a cook.”
I was surprised that she didn’t take one. Instead, she sat next to me, her knees pointing at me as she crossed her left leg over the right.
In my peripheral vision, I noticed her staring at me while I ate. That made me slightly uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to mention it.
After I ate another wrap, she rubbed my shoulder and said, “You’ve got quite an appetite.” I nodded, and she added, “Just like a real man.”
I hesitated to turn my head towards her because our eyes would meet intimately. But I didn’t want to be rude or perceived as weak because I couldn’t hold eye contact with a beautiful woman.
We smiled at each other, and she leaned in. I thought it would be bad for business to reject my financier, so I kissed her. Her soft lips ignited dopamine to sprint through my head and sent blood straight to my dick.
A mixture of rose and jasmine scent entered my nostrils as I kissed her neck. Her tanned skin was gentle and alluring. I gladly surrendered to it.
My hand reached up her leg, which she raised, her knees bent. I grabbed her calf, and she straightened her leg upright, revealing her white panties.
That turned me on even more. Something about white panties on a tanned woman was so hot to me. I pulled up her skirt, and she slumped into the couch, opening her legs wide.
I pulled off her panties and entered her with two fingers. She smiled, but I knew that she wanted my tongue waggling on her wet pussy. I got on my knees on the floor and held her thighs while I licked her pussy.
She had one of the most beautiful pussies I had ever seen. Every inch of her was immaculate. I couldn’t believe how someone could be so perfect.
Lillian closed her eyes and placed her hand on the top of my head as I continued to eat her out.
Her moans turned me on, making me want to pull down my pants immediately and stick my dick so far into her pussy that it would poke her stomach. But I was glad that she enjoyed oral, so I deprived myself of penetrating her immediately in favour of satisfying her.
I rubbed her clitoris while licking her, and she shot out several deep, guttural moans. I took pride in satisfying her. That was the least she deserved after giving me an opportunity of a lifetime.
A few minutes later, I stood up and unzipped my pants. Lillian sat up and bit her lip while looking at me cheekily. I knew she was hungry for my dick and couldn’t wait to taste it.
She stroked it a few times, then squeezed it, watching my head swell up. Her smile gave away her excitement. She stuffed my dick into her mouth and bobbed back and forth, then slowly shoving the tip deeper into her mouth, prompting her to gurgle. I loved that sound.
Lillian tickled my balls, making me jiggle. She stared at me while smiling, making me believe that she wanted me to teabag her. I gladly obliged.
She raised her head back and opened her mouth as I lowered my balls into it. She licked the bottom of my balls while in her mouth, with her lips around them. God, it felt amazing to see such an accomplished woman be submissive to me. I felt empowered, and I was definitely on an ego trip.
After teabagging me, Lillian got on her hands and knees on the couch. Which woman doesn’t like it doggystyle? I haven’t met one.
I stood in front of the couch, grabbed her shoulders and thrust. Lillian screamed, and I clutched a fist full of her hair and yanked it. She squealed, so I yanked her hair again. I knew that she was a dirty skank who liked it rough.
I spanked her ass several times, leaving a red handprint on her right butt cheek. While penetrating her slowly, I shoved my thumb into her ass. She murmured and bowed her head.
I got the urge to shove another two fingers in with the thumb to see how much her ass could stretch, but I didn’t want to push my luck. She could’ve freaked out and scolded me.
While banging her from behind, I kept looking at her asshole. For some odd reason, it fascinated me.
A few minutes later, I stopped. Lillian bowed her head and breathed heavily. I took that as a compliment for giving it to her the way she liked it—hard and kinky.
She flipped over onto her back and opened her legs. I stuck my dick inside of her, hovering over her as I grabbed her neck. I gently squeezed her neck and saw her smile.
Gritting my teeth while seeing her enjoy my grip on her throat prompted me to squeeze it harder. Her cunning smile showed me that she enjoyed it.
Apparently, I enjoyed myself a bit too much because my load busted out of me unexpectedly. I twitched as it spurted out.
Lillian’s frown and pause made me believe that she was surprised and disappointed that I came.
A few minutes later, my load replenished, and we went for another round. I lasted about half an hour before cumming again.
For the next few weeks, we went out for dinner several times. Walking out of the restaurant, I stuck my hand out and Lillian grabbed it. We walked to a nearby park and sat on a bench, admiring each other. We kissed several times, and I looked into her glistening eyes. It was evident to me that she wanted more than casual sex.
Wanting to be certain that Lillian was serious about wanting a relationship with me, I didn’t mention anything about it to her.
On her birthday, I took her to a luxurious restaurant. She thanked me for spoiling her with champagne and dessert after the meal.
We went to her place and made love. She asked me if I was serious about committing to her. I was hesitant to reply because I didn’t want to answer incorrectly and hurt her feelings. On the other hand, I didn’t want to risk our business with personal affairs.
“What’s troubling you?” she asked.
“You’re an amazing woman, Lillian, and I’d love to be with you, but I don’t want it to affect our business.”
“Some of the best business partnerships were couples who worked together.”
“I guess you would know that better than me.”
She smiled. “Yes, I do, and I think you should give us a chance in every sense of the word.”
Although anxious, I thought taking that chance would pay off.
Three years have passed since that conversation, and we’ve been happily married for the last two and a half years. The chain of events that led to our marriage and business partnership was my application to be a car washer. Who knew that such a position would take me to higher levels and lead to various forms of wealth?