A red SUV pulled up in the parking lot of ${name?}'s Ice Cream with a squeal so loud it shocked the sleepy owner awake. His business was struggling and he hadn't seen a customer all day, so the car drew his full attention. From it stepped a gorgeous blonde woman in a skimpy pair of shorts and a tank-top. Underneath, ${name?} could see her red bikini. She was tanned and had an enormous rack with a rear-end that barely fit in her jean shorts. The best part for ${name?} was that she walked right into his store!
He stood up straight and welcomed the woman to the store, "Welcome to ${name?}'s Ice Cream! What can I get you?"
The woman put a finger to her puffy lips and squinted to read his name tag.
"Hello Mr. ${name?}, I'm Lexi. What kinda ice cream do ya got?"
"Oh of course, uh hello Lexi. I have over thirty-two flavors!"
"Thirty-two, that's like, so much. Can I just get some vanilla?"
"Sure, just a moment."
${name?} grabbed a cone and scoop. While he bent down to get her vanilla, Lexi grew impatient and leaned onto the counter. Her breasts pushed against the glass of the display and they looked so inviting ${name?} didn't even notice the ice cream fall out of his scoop and into her cleavage.
"Aha, that's cold!" shouted Lexi.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry!"
He grabbed some napkins and gave them to Lexi to wipe herself, but it wasn't enough. Lexi was distraught and he needed to do something before she left pissed off.
"Come with me. I'll get you cleaned up."
Lexi followed him to the store's backroom. Well, "glorified supply closet" was a better description for the cramped room ${name?} squeezed into with Lexi. There, he sat her down on a folding chair and started to wet a rag in the sink. Lexi refused when he tried to hand her the cloth.
"Shouldn't you be doing it Mr. ${name?}?" she said with a playful smirk.
${name?} gulped, "O—of course."
"And make sure to clean all of the ice cream off! If I'm not fully satisfied, you'll get a bad review!"
${name?} began to slowly clean the