Full Service Tunnel (Black World Order)

Carly was a spoiled brat with a daddy's credit card and no respect for boundaries. She drove a cherry-red convertible, wore crop tops in winter, and had a mouth that could ruin reputations. One day she rolled into the grimy edge of town, looking for a car wash. She found "e;Iron Hose Car Spa"e;—a place not listed on any app. The sign looked hand-painted. The men working there were filthy in every sense of the word—covered in grease, sweat, and muscle. One of them leaned over her window and said with a grin: > "e;You want the deluxe tunnel, princess?"e; She scoffed. "e;Yeah. The best one."e; He winked. > "e;You got it. Full Service. No pulling out."e; She didn't know what that meant. She would soon.