Grimwood's Fundraiser Carwash

“Bend over more Elsa,” Sibella instructed her friend on the other side of the car. “No, I mean arch your back. Don’t put your face on the hood, look up at the camera. That’s better.”

“Eugh,” Elsa scoffed, holding still while Sibella snapped shots of her cleavage. The too-small top that she had convinced Elsa to wear left little to the imagination, squeezing them together into a prodigious cleft as well as barely coming down far enough to cover her nipples. There was so much underboob hanging out the bottom of the shirt that one quick twist of her waist would surely cause one of her heavy breasts to slip free. And when it did, Sibella planned to capture that moment for the premium highlights reel!

“Oh don’t make that face! You’re supposed to be having fun here remember? Or at least make it a *sexy* pout, if you can’t find it in you to smile.”

“Zhis has nothing to do vit washing automobiles!” Elsa Frankenstein complained, standing up and dunking her sponge in the bucket of hot soapy water at her feet. She scrubbed the front grill of their headmistress’ antique 1964 plum-purple Funeral Koach, bringing the chrome death’s head design to a shine. Sibella flashed into the form of a large bat and hovered around her, buzzing around Elsa’s head before dropping down behind. Before Elsa could get up out of her squat the Click! of another photo went off, capturing a worm’s-eye-view of Elsa’s skintight dolphin shorts and the substantial booty that filled them out. Elsa growled, “Nrrgah, stop zhat!”

“We need it for marketing!” Sibella said, already returned to her humanoid shape. “How else do you expect to charge $50 to dump a bucket of water over someone’s car? The cadets aren’t going to brave the swamp just to get their hubcaps shined. But they’ll come for a show!” Sibella paused to unwrap a bright red candy sucker and snap a couple selfies with it half-protruding from her pursed lips. “Try to take it as a compliment Elsa. I’m a big enough woman to admit that you’ve got the best moneymakers at the school, I’m just trying to help you showcase them effectively. So get with the program and shake what your momma gave you!” Sibella punctuated her remark with a playful slap against Elsa’s healthy rump, hard enough to make a sharp crack and set the glutes jiggling.

“...What Dr. Ludwig gave me, if you’re referring to mein posterior,” Elsa corrected her friend. Looking back over her shoulder, Elsa’s lip curled into a small smile. “Eet is fine work, I vill admit.”

“Watch out! Coming through!” Winnie yelled to alert everyone around her, as she was precariously carrying a large tub of hot water from the school’s boiler room. Winnie was as prodigiously strong as any werewolf of course, but hands that were halfway to clawed paws were not the most dexterous things to grip with. Add to that the sheer size of the thing, easily twice as large and heavy as Winnie herself was, is was clear that one wrong step could mean tipping over and dumping the entire thing on the ground, or herself.

“Take a step to the left!” Phantasma cautioned Winnie, floating ahead a few paces in front of her to watch for obstacles. “No, I mean my left. OH NO WATCH OUT!”

“Ahh!” Winnie scrambled to back up, very nearly toppling over completely. At the last second she managed to correct herself and merely got a face full of hot water down her front instead.

“...Oh, I thought you were about to step on a bug. But it was just a rock.” Phantasma shrugged with relief and smiled a crooked grin. “Go ahead!”

Winnie planted the basin on the ground next to the car and wiped her soaking orange hair out of her eyes. The tangled orange curles were naturally absorbent and Winnie had to twist the dripping locks to wring them dry. Naturally this ended up soaking her fur and clothes instead, but at least she could see again.

“Ohh, good thinking Winnie! Boys love the ‘wet’ look,” Sibella said, dashing to the other side of the vehicle to capture some video of her werewolf friend. “Can you flip you head back and toss your hair around?”

“Sure, come here Sibella,” Winnie beckoned her. As soon as Sibella swooped in for a close up Winnie violently shook her entire body, flinging water droplets in every direction and spraying Sibella liberally. Phantasma and Elsa both laughed, but Sibella was less amused.

“Uhhg, what’d you do that for?” Sibella frowned. “You know I’m doing this for the good of the school right? Sex appeal sells! And the more car washes we sell the faster we get the money for a new swimming pool in the garden.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to be so exploitative about it,” Winnie answered, gesturing to her own damp clothes. The cutoff jean shorts she was wearing were barely larger than bikini bottoms, and her t-shirt was already tied up under her small breasts, exposing her furry midriff. Winnie flattened down the fur on her belly before Sibella could get any more footage of her. “You can’t see the extra nipples can you? I will feed you a garlic sandwich if you send a photo of my belly-nips to the boys!”

“You can snap my titties for the boys Sibella!” Phantasma rushed in, scooping up a wet sponge and wringing it out over her chest, turning her top as good as transparent. Phantasma didn’t have a lot of chest to work with but at least she was enthusiastic. Sibella raised her camera phone and centered Phantasma in frame, clicking a few quick photos as Phantasma flipped between different photos. “Gosh, I feel like one of those trashy New Orleans ghosts!”

Sibella frowned when she reviewed the results. In each photo Phantasma was nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by a floating ball of spectral light. A common side-effect of a phantom being over-excited was their inability to show up on camera, appearing as a luminous ball of light, or will-o-the-wisp.

“Now do one where my chest is up against the glass!” Phantasma giggled, pressing herself against the windshield of the car and for some reason flattening against it instead of passing through.

“Phanty, all I can see is your orbs!” Sibella complained.

“Aww, thanks!’ Phantasma blushed. “Nobody’s ever called ‘em that before.”

“No, I mean-” Sibella stopped herself when she noticed Tanis approaching with the garden hose dragging behind her.

“I got it working!” Tanis proclaimed cheerfully. Always a little more conservative than the rest, Tanis was wearing a long pink t-shirt instead of her traditional Egyptian garb, leaving only some loose bandages under that to protect her modesty. “It wasn’t easy to charm this water serpent beast, but with some gentle coaxing I got it to… oh wait.” She noticed with substantial disappointment that the flow of water had stopped again, reduced to a pitiful trickle. “Aww what’s wrong with it now?”

Unaware that she’d put a kink in the hose several meters back, Tanis pouted and tried to encourage it back to life. “Come on little guy, where’s that water for your auntie Tanis?” she cooed and stroked the garden hose like a favorite pet.

“Am I ze only one aktually doing verk today?!” Elsa groused loudly, seeing all of her friends goofing off and getting very little car washing done. At this rate she’d be out here all day when she could have been in her lab getting more important things done. “Dummkopfs! Are you ghouls going to help me or joost stand zhere masturbieren?”

“Hey, I’m helping!” Phantasma defended herself. “Look, I got the radio turned to a good station! Now we have something fun to listen to while we wash.”

“I told you, I’m really more on the business management side of things,” Sibella argued back, shying away from actually picking up a sponge to wash with when Winnie offered her one.

“Uh, girls…?” Tanis asked, though the others didn’t even glace down at her. The hose still wasn’t working, but it had begin to vibrate and flex in a most unsettling way. The other four continued to bicker back and forth, paying her no heed. “Girls…!” Tanis pleaded, the hose rumbling with growing anger in her hands. “GIRLS!”

The argument came to an abrupt halt when the old garden hose’s nozzle exploded, a shower of water erupting over everyone present. Tanis herself was picked up bodily off the ground by the coil of hose that had gotten entangled around her waist and legs. “Ahhhh!” she screamed in panic, “The water dragon has turned against it’s pharaoh! Save yourselv-uuuglulblgablaghga!!” Everyone shrieked as they were doused, the hose spitting a powerful jet in random directions as Tanis wrestled with it. Phantasma was blasted clear through to the other side of the car, then Elsa was sprayed in the face causing her to suffer a short seizure and sparks to fire out from her neck bolts. Sibella shifted to bat-form just in time to avoid getting splashed, leaving the jet of icy water to impact between Winnie’s legs.

“Ahhgk! Right in the cookie!’ Winnie yelped, wincing at the unexpected ice cold douching.

“I’ve got it! I’ll tame it yet!” Tanis yelled out, writhing on the ground in the middle of a growing mud puddle. The shower of water was at least now somewhat under control, and finally died when Phantasma floated swiftly back to the school and shut the water valve off at the source.

“Well this is a fanging disaster,” Sibella complained, looking at the sorry state of her classmates. Of all of them she was the only one who had remained dry. “And not a single customer…” Sibella sighed, helping Elsa up off the ground. Her moment of despair was cut short by the sound of engines and a car horn. Looking up, the girls saw several Calloway military jeeps round the bend of the road and drive up through the Grimwood campus. Sibella’s smile brightened instantly into a wide toothy grin.

“Right this way boys!” she called out to them, waving her hands over her head. “Just line your cars up on the driveway, we’ll take you three at a time!”

“We’re here to, uhh, catalog orbs~?” one of the first cadets to arrive informed them, holding surveillance equipment in his hand. The others stepping out of their vehicles were similarly equipped with cameras, temperature sensors, another other parascientific equipment. “We saw some interesting phenomenon posted on the school bulletin board website.”

“Sibella, you didn’t!” Tanis crossed her arms in front of her chest, pointedly covering her nearly transparent t-shirt.

“What does it matter, business is business!” Sibella smiled, pulling out a black sharpie marker and writing on a square of cardboard she had handy. “Phanty, start going car to car collecting our fee.” Lifting the makeshift placard over her head, Sibella waved it around to let everyone see what she had written, ‘Wet T-Shirt Carwash: $50”

Elsa, Winnie and Tanis exchanged a mischievous smirk behind Sibella’s back. Okay, sure, maybe the plan was going to work after all. Maybe they’d make the money they needed for that nice swimming pool they all wanted. But it didn’t exactly seem fair that they would spend all afternoon working in clingy, skimpy clothes while Elsa sat by counting their profits. With a quick nod from Elsa, Winnie flicked her claw out and sliced through the back of Sibella’s polkadot string bikini.

The skimpy top snapped like a high-tension elastic, suddenly freed from holding back the weight of Sibella’s impressive rack. Holding the sign over her head like a Las Vegas boxing ring girl it took the vampire a moment to notice anything had changed, then looked down in horror to see her soft lavender mounds on full display, her purple-tipped peaks stiffening from fear. She turned around and glared daggers at her laughing friends, but instead of getting angry she just huffed and turned back to the growing crowd of boys. Miss Grimwood had taught her better than to lose her composure over a little thing like a wardrobe malfunction. Thinking quickly, Sibella turned her sign over and wrote on the back of it as well.

Holding it up over her head again, both plump breasts proudly presented to every onlooker, Sibella strode out towards the cards. On one side of the sign read “Wet T-shirt Carwash: $50”, on the other side had been added “Topless Carwash: $100.”