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Yukiko loved a clean car.

That seemed a commonplace thing, but Raize knew how much it meant to his wife that he keep everything spic and span, and for his own sake, he loved pulling up to his office and seeing the sunlight glint off the front of the polished hood in the morning.

“And there’s no one better at getting it clean than charity performers...”

He didn’t trust the detail work on his car to just anyone. There were plenty of professional stalls that he could have pulled his car into on the way to work, but most of the ones about town were tarnished by poor reputations: things went missing from inside the vehicle, little odds and ends were damaged by the automatic machines, and nothing was priced affordably, anymore...

...save for the ones who would take whatever money you could afford.

“Huh. That’s not right...they shouldn’t just be standing out there by themselves, should they?”

Normally, a small crowd of people would be posted on a corner or in a parking lot, holding up signs and flashing a little extra fur to try and flag down anyone with a little spare change.

This was the first time that Raize could recall seeing just one person on a corner, but they were still holding up a sign with an obvious come on, advertising a car wash with a spit-shine quality.

“A little old fashioned, but if they’re willing to come out here and brave it by themselves, the least I can do is contribute to their cause...”

The wolf found it a little unusual that there was no charity listed on their poster, and when he came around the corner and pulled into the lot, he found there was only the person holding that sign, a pair of buckets, one sponge, and a few rags; it wouldn’t be enough to tackle most of the larger jobs that would come through as the day rolled on.

“Hey there! You, uhm...you got everything you need for the day?”

“Everything but your funds and your free time,” they answered. “But if I could have a little bit of both, I promise that you’ll be donating to a very worthy cause, and you’ll feel great once we’re all done!”

“Pretty sure the car is what’s gonna feel great, but I guess I would feel better, myself, if it was nice and clean...how much is that gonna run me?”

“Don’t worry about it just yet. You let me work my magic on the car, and when I’m all done, you decide how well I did and gimme that much. Sound good?”

Raize smiled. “That’s an interesting way to go about it...never heard anything like that before; sure! I’m game.”

He turned off the car and unbuckled his seat belt, deciding to make himself comfortable and give the engine a chance to cool before he worried about the stranger getting started.

Typically, Raize tried his best to make himself look busy, or at least glance at his smartphone from time to time when his car was being washed by amateurs.

Even though the expectation was that many of those in line would be sitting back with the expectation of seeing scantily clad bodies pressed up against the car, those breasts and butts working the suds and water into the windshield, Raize was genuine—both in his intention to help out small causes—and in his belief that they just did a better job cleaning things up.

“Great! Thank you so much for your generous donation to the cause.”

Having parked the car and turned off the engine, the doors were unlocked, but that didn’t cross the mind of the wolf as he fished his smartphone up.

He completely missed the stereotypical sight of a chest pressing into the windshield, but there was no water on their top, no suds on the car whatsoever...very little about their work resembled anything close to a proper car wash, charity or otherwise.

They were just biding their time, and as they walked around the sides of the car, obscuring each of the windows with a small flood of water and just enough suds to keep onlookers from having an inkling of what was going on, they tossed the bucket at the ground, climbed through the passenger door and pulled it shut behind them.

The tips of their ears brushed along the underside of Raize’s wrists as they moved into place, settling right above the dress pants of the wolf and rubbing the end of their muzzle against the thinly covered bulge.

“Wow...these are silky smooth! You must be someone pretty important...”

Raize wasn’t the easiest person in the world to catch unawares, but no one would have been ready for such a direct, nor brazen approach.

“That’s not...exactly how I see it...I...uhm. Can I help you?”

“Nope! You're good. Just finishing up the job here, is all. Gotta make sure we take care of every detail of the car, including the undercarriage! Those things are left neglected so often that they build up all kinds of rust and other nasty gunk...thankfully, a little lube here, and little spit shine there, and it’ll be good as new.”

The fact that they’d climbed in the car at all would have been cause enough for concern, but feeling such a warm, intimate breath rolling over his lap, Raize wasn’t sure that he felt comfortable opening the door or asking for help.

It would have been tough to take the wolf seriously when the tip of his cock was already poking up from the edge of his sheath, tapping against the fabric prison of his boxers.

“This...t-this is all still part of the car wash, right?” he asked.

Eyes of cyan beheld the stranger with pure disbelief. Each iris shrunk down as they tugged the zipper on his slacks and pried the button away with such ease that he wondered how much practice they had undoing pants from any angle, but wonder gave way to shock as his pants were tugged down, right along with his boxers.

The soft glow of the tip of his unique, canine member was already poking up enough that the stranger could have gone in for the kill, but that glow was enough to give them pause. “Never seen one like that before...lights up like a glow stick! I’m not sure this is safe for me to work on after all...”

Raize knew better than to encourage their behavior, but at the threat of stopping it all together, the wolf shook his head. “No, n-no! I promise you it’s fine; totally normal.”

“Hmm...I dunno...”

Every word they spoke, they moved a little closer to the edge of that sheath, until their breath was rolling so warm against the opening that Raize couldn’t stifle his pleasures any longer.

Low and soft, his moan would have already been the sign of a happy customer, but the Blowjob Bandit wouldn’t be satisfied with stopping there.

“Looks to me like this hasn’t been serviced in a few days. I suppose it’s for the best if I give it a closer look.”

“Serviced? I thought this was a car wash!”

“It is!” the bandit explained. “But it’s full service: if there’s other little—maybe not little—details that need taking care of, I won’t rest until the whole job is done.”

There was something familiar about the nature of the bandit, but Raize was sure they’d never met before.

Instead, it was something that they had in common with his wife, and a dutiful nature that made the mysterious creature feel more like a lifelong friend than a new, albeit friendly face.

“You’re still gonna wash the rest of the car, right?”

“You’re really worried about that right now?”

“Well, n-no...I mean, if I come home without it washed I’d still need to...t-to...ooofuck...”

Raize would worry about what he was really paying for when all was said and done, but at the start of the act, he couldn’t find the focus to worry, nor the words to express those concerns.

He was having far too great a time with the pair of grinning lips that had settled over the end of his emerging cock, with every breath on that tapered tip encouraging another inch to come free.

“Your car might not sparkle like they day you bought it, but this? A little lube, some elbow grease, and a good, old-fashioned spit shine...and you’ll feel good as new,” they offered, letting every word bring them closer and closer to the head, until their lips were wrapped around that subtle, canine taper. “Mmmhn...s-someonf eegur!”

The professionalism was all a front, the car wash seemed to be the same, and among the lewd acts they’d already committed, there was an air of playfulness to everything that kept Raize from tensing up as much as he thought he should have.

“And this...t-this is all part of the car wash still, right?” he asked. “This is just some deluxe package, or...?”

A wink of an obscured eye was the only reassurance that Raize would find, but when he felt soaking warmth moving over the middle of his shaft and heading for the base with a muffled giggle, he was in no rush to get to the bottom of what made the car was so unusual.

Just because it wasn’t a traditional charity drive didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the benefits any more than he usually would have, and a skillful tongue coiling around the base of his shaft was that much better than a soap-covered pair of breasts smooshing against his windshield.

“...This isn’t a car wash at all, is it?”

The more he spoke, the more he incriminated himself for what should have been obvious. The wolf came to realize that it was for the best if he just sat back and enjoyed the ride, knowing that he’d stumbled upon something less than savory, but if he just went along with it, he could at least try to pretend that he didn’t know what he was getting himself into.

Of course, anyone who happened to see the act in real time would have known exactly what was going on, but Raize was the one who would get to write the book when he told his wife about the strangest car wash he’d ever been to.

Whether it was legitimate or not, the professionalism couldn’t be called into question: the dip of an open, grinning maw took the full, glowing length of the wolf with such a practiced ease that Raize imagined the bandit would have no more trouble with a wine bottle or a baseball bat.

“I mean...if we’re just gonna keep on pretending, then...maybe you could...c-check under the hood while you’re down there? Make sure it’s nice and clean?”

Raize was no slouch, and he knew it: though his wife was able to reach the base of his cock, there was a certain pride in watching her navigate that process, making it clear that going from the tip to the base was no easy feat.

The Blowjob Bandit only hesitated once, when they were near the middle of that warm, blue shaft...and as far as Raize could tell, they’d only done that so they could pause and enjoy the feeling a full, throbbing erection, before taking the entirety of it into their capable throat.

With that tip still pulsing against the inside of the bandit’s neck, Raize felt the first acknowledgement of his request in the form of soft, flexible pink against the underside of his sack, landing right between the supple weight of his orbs.

“I’m always afraid to ask how much this kind of service is gonna cost when I come to places like this...they always find something else wrong with the car,” Raize joked. “Hopefully you won’t have that problem.”

The only real problem was the fact that Raize would only be able to last for so long when the bandit started bobbing their head with a greater sense of urgency. Their throat swallowed and clenched around that tip, and all the way at the other end of the act, their tongue slipped back from the sack and dipped back upon it when the bandit reached the base again, with just enough hesitation for them to slurp each ball before they bucked up anew.

It was nothing short of pornographic, and the plentiful strands of spittle that dripped over his sack were as much for show as they were for the pleasure of the wolf—a visual delight to be sure—but he already knew that this was the bandit’s way of simulating a proper car wash.

There wasn’t a mess on the outside of the car, save for the suds that were left on the windows to create an illusion of privacy.

Instead, there was a greater mess inside the car, where a puddle of spit was already forming between his thighs.

“But you’re just so diligent about this, aren’t you? You wouldn’t pause long enough to tell me if something was wrong in the first place,” Raize guessed. “You’d just keep working...keep getting deeper and...nnfff...d-deeper...into the problem, wouldn’t you?”

The giggle from below was a surprise for Raize, who couldn’t imagine anyone having the capability to make such a sound when their entire throat was so stuffed with cock.

Sure enough, they were the only possible source of that sound, and an eager smile was evident in the shape of their lips as they settled upon the base of that delicious flesh, making the most of their first client of the day.

There was never a promise of another, much as the bandit would have liked it to be that easy...and though they weren’t above going and hunting for a prospect, it was more fun for them when the willing and eager came and lined up for their treatment; so far, the car wash happened to be a brilliant success.

“You, uhm...”

Everything paused.

Even before Raize tried to find the words, the throbbing at the very base of his cock and the tensing in his sack were obvious to the bandit, who held steady on that entire shaft, letting it soak in their throat for a few moments.

They knew what Raize was going to say, but even then, they just loved hearing that admission from someone—that they were going to blow—and how they confessed would determine plenty about how the bandit finished the job.

“Not that I don’t trust you to finish the job and clean things up afterwards, but it has been a couple days,” Raize admitted. “There’s gonna be a lot of extra suds to work with.”

Making a mess and having fun with it was all part of the charity car wash shtick, but the bandit wasn’t trying to waste the best part of the act by soaking it into the cushions of a car seat.

Instead, the gave a knowing nod, but they still refused to speak to Raize. They found that a low, smooth and constant hmmm around the very base spoke for them well enough, and with a sudden rush to the tip of that glistening cock, they suckled hard and hummed all at once, pushing Raize over the edge before he had a chance to properly appreciate the sensation.

Someone like the bandit wasn’t afraid to use a cheat code to get what they wanted, and Raize, for his part, didn’t realize how close he was to his release until he was pulled and thrown over that proverbial edge. “Holy...s-shit...how the fuck did you...h-how did you make me cum so f-fucking fast?”

It was a trade secret, but the bandit didn’t have to explain that to Raize.

It would have been redundant for them to state the obvious, and containing those aforementioned suds was a more important task than pulling away and making a joke, while ropes of wasted cum blasted the leather on a steering wheel.

Would have been kinda funny, though, they thought. If only I could stop taking myself so seriously for once, I’d be able to have a moment like that.

They were able to have goofier moments from time to time, but the idea of trying to explain something while ropes of seed gushed up and panting their cheeks and chest might have been a step too far, even for them.

It was better—and they were sure Raize agreed—to stay in place and swallow dutifully against the base of that cock, making sure that every gush of cum rushed down their throat and right into their gullet, instead...but they did ease back when the felt the throbbing of that canine flesh start to wane.

They weren’t worried about cash: they just wanted a genuine taste of Raize’s seed before the wolf was completely drained.

That would be a tip, enough.

“This is, uhm...this was amazing , but...you’re still gonna actually get out and wash the car, right?” Raize asked, chuckling at his own question, even before he got an answer.

It started with a cocked eyebrow from the bandit, who felt the bulge of a knot pressing against the end of their muzzle, right in time with the question.

When they eased back to finish the spit shine and collect the last gush of that taken orgasm, their lips curled once more, taking a knowing smirk. “That all depends,” they said. “Will you be coming back to have your car washed again, next week?”

“I dunno if I can promise that,” Raize answered, a little too quickly. “I mean, I’ve gotta come up with an explanation for my wife, and this whole thing feels...borderline illegal?”

“You can use whatever excuses you want,” they offered. “But if you really want me to get out, hike my shorts up, take off my top and smear myself with bubbles for your amusement...you’d better tip very generously.”

It still wasn’t about money, as the bandit made clear: they hovered right at the end of that twitching member, seeing a slow, lazy bead of the wolf’s seed moving down the middle of his shaft.

If they didn’t clear it up, it would fall to the seat and leave an obvious stain...and Raize wouldn’t have that.

“Just what charity am I donating to, again?”

“The Head Foundation.”

“...Right. Should have seen that one coming.”