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Futa Fantasies
(Gia Maria Marquez)

The girls brought their sparkly signs to the roadside and waved them high above their heads.



"Car wash! Charity car wash!  Support your local team!"



Most of the vehicles that drove on by were in need of a good scrub, but those weren't the ones that stopped. In fact, despite the girls' tight little uniforms, despite their bouncing breasts, despite their short skirts flapping up every time they jumped, five minutes went by before anyone even slowed down.



He drove a red convertible.  He had a tan and a dark moustache, dark sunglasses.



"Charity car was?" he asked.  "What charity would I be supporting?"



"The local team," Blondie said, leaning over the passenger side to give the guy a good look at her cleavage.  When his eyes fixed on her boobs, she asked, "What's your name, big fella?"



"Warren," he replied.



"Warren," the other girls chuckled.  



"Sounds like a rich guy name," Asia added.  "Are you a rich guy, Warren?"



"Well, I don't know about rich..."



Erin tossed her orange curls behind her shoulder and took a step toward the car.  "But I bet you've got a spare buck or two for the team."



"Which team is this?" he asked, without removing his gaze from Blondie's spectacular cleavage.



The girls giggled and said, "The cheerleading team, of course!"



"These are our old uniforms," Asia said.



Erin told him, "The day I turned eighteen, it's like I burst right out of mine!"



"Me too," Blondie said.



Asia nodded.  "Me three.  We need to fundraise for new ones."