Post by Genesis on Oct 21, 2016 17:45:45 GMT -5
With another successful work day almost completed, Genesis had just under an hour left before the car wash was set to close. Although the city of Okinawa saw a lot more tourism during the summer months, the car wash didn’t see an increasing amount of clientele than any other time of the year. People were simply more preoccupied with getting the best tans, eating the best foods, and hooking up with the best looking people. It was an atmosphere Genesis enjoyed. Her job was simply a way to keep busy when there were no other things to occupy her. The business usually closed before nightfall, allowing her more than enough time to relax, and help with the occasional hollow trouble.
As was usual for her, Genesis wore a set of clothes that was both comfortable and appropriate for her line of work. A short black t-shirt with yellow letters that read Star Fights had been her choice for the day. Though the shirt was long enough to cover her rather sizable bosom, it rode high enough to display the rich russet brown tone of her smooth skin, and the beautiful rose colored gem. Short denim shorts completed the outfit. The shorts went to about upper thigh length, accentuated the womanly shape of the latter and the curves of her shapely derriere.
Eyes closed, Genesis had been spinning for a few minutes, devoid of reality or what was around her due to a lack of customers. With headphones in her ears, she was likely humming in her head, and trying to dance to the beat of the tunes. Behind her, a half filled bucket with clean soapy water and a sponge remained at the ready should a customer arrive. And, farther behind it, a soft looking silky baby blue tank top, about as small as her t-shirt hanged in a rack. Should she have gotten too wet washing cars or simply prefered to wear it over her shirt in case of lower temperatures, she could. Granted, using the baby blue top as the sole upper garment would turn out to be troublesome due to the near see through nature of the fabric and the lack of undergarments. That however was entirely a choice made out of comfort rather than some darker theme stemming out of an ulterior motive.
Distracted as she was with the music, and with her own efforts to shake her body in the most gracious and lustful ways, she had missed the incoming spiritual signal. Granted she was still learning how to sense beings like her, but perhaps if she had been paying more attention she would have noticed the presence coming up on her before it was too late.
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As was usual for her, Genesis wore a set of clothes that was both comfortable and appropriate for her line of work. A short black t-shirt with yellow letters that read Star Fights had been her choice for the day. Though the shirt was long enough to cover her rather sizable bosom, it rode high enough to display the rich russet brown tone of her smooth skin, and the beautiful rose colored gem. Short denim shorts completed the outfit. The shorts went to about upper thigh length, accentuated the womanly shape of the latter and the curves of her shapely derriere.
Eyes closed, Genesis had been spinning for a few minutes, devoid of reality or what was around her due to a lack of customers. With headphones in her ears, she was likely humming in her head, and trying to dance to the beat of the tunes. Behind her, a half filled bucket with clean soapy water and a sponge remained at the ready should a customer arrive. And, farther behind it, a soft looking silky baby blue tank top, about as small as her t-shirt hanged in a rack. Should she have gotten too wet washing cars or simply prefered to wear it over her shirt in case of lower temperatures, she could. Granted, using the baby blue top as the sole upper garment would turn out to be troublesome due to the near see through nature of the fabric and the lack of undergarments. That however was entirely a choice made out of comfort rather than some darker theme stemming out of an ulterior motive.
Distracted as she was with the music, and with her own efforts to shake her body in the most gracious and lustful ways, she had missed the incoming spiritual signal. Granted she was still learning how to sense beings like her, but perhaps if she had been paying more attention she would have noticed the presence coming up on her before it was too late.
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