Ava rides the machine

“Moon Hubert! He has to be bored working that counter all day. You'd be the highlight of his day, and he'd have even more reason to remember you if you wiggle your naked butt at him."

Target > 60, 1d100 roll+4=35, failed suggestion

“Put all your laundry into washer, including your panties and sheet.”

Target > 50, 1d100 roll+4=39, failed suggestion

“Ride ‘em, cowgirl! Pick the oldest, most rockiest washing machine here, the one that bucks like a bronco to use, and ride that machine, as it washes your clothes."

Target > 30, 1d100 roll+4=80, successful suggestion (+1 corruption)

Ava Smith Corruption Points: 5

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Ava walks past several rocking washing machines. She can feel them shake through the soles of her feet. It could be the edible, but she can feel her hair stand on end as the vibrations shake the fabric of the universe. She craves to feel it.

At the front there’s a young black couple, Laila and Caleb. They’re sitting back to back, dozing off as they scroll on their phones. There are other machines going, but whoever started them is not around. Maybe they went next door to get pizza.

Ava still wants some privacy, so she turns the corner to the next row of machines where there’s no one. She throws her sack of clothes into a machine and taps her card to get it going. Looking around there’s still no one here, so she clambers up on top and sits on the corner.

The agitator spins up slowly. Ava can feel it in her bones, and it echoes a yearning in her. The machine fills up with water just as Ava hikes up her makeshift toga and bunches it around her waist. The very corner of the machine is pressed against her pussy lips with just the thin fabric of the red thong separating them.

The young black woman from the front, Laila, walks past. Their eyes meet. Ava blushes and giggles. They both know exactly what Ava is doing. The woman looks briefly at the red thong peeking out between Ava’s bare legs, and then she smiles and nods before walking away.

Ava is in a zone now. The machine shakes, sending powerful vibrations into her pussy. She settles into the long deep hum penetrating her pussy, penetrating her body. She can feel it with her skin inside and out. Her mind is floating in a sea of sensation, of pleasure. The agitator pummels her clothes with long rotational stroke, and she can feel every grain of dirt separate inside the machine through her skin, through her lips.

She can’t help it. She slips her hand into her thong and pushes at her clit, bringing it closer to the machine, to the agitation of the fabric of her reality. She screams in pleasure, and then her eyes open. Nothing quite feels real. She hopes no one has heard her cum, and she grinds herself against the machine again.

Hubert’s voice comes on the sound system and startles her. “Don’t leave your loads in the machine. Happy Bubbles Laundry takes no responsibility for lost articles.” It's a familiar announcement, but there’s something about the timbre of Hubert’s voice over the speaker system that speaks to Ava.

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