Ava swaps clothes with Laila

“Chase down Laila and confess to having the longest dry spill of your life and beg her to let Caleb fuck you with his big, black cock. Offer to eat her out as payment if need be.”

Target > 85, 1d100 roll+5=41, failed suggestion

“Get naked before Laila and offer to her your toga and panties as gift.”

Target > 40, 1d100 roll+5=86, successful suggestion (+1 corruption)

Ava Smith Corruption Points: 6

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Ava slips herself off the washing machine and stands on the tiled floor. Her skin is still electric from the edible. She slips her sneakers off and stands barefoot to accentuate her sensations. The rumble of the machines travels up through her soles to the tips of her hair and fingers. She wants to play.

Laila is still pacing in wait of her own laundry, but she’s giving Ava more privacy than Ava wants. The laundromat has three aisles and Laila’s looping through the other two, so Ava goes to intercept.

“Hey,” Ava says when Laila comes around. She brushes her curly brown hair out of her eyes.

Laila smiles playfully back. “Hello there. I like your idea with riding the damn machine. There’s nothing so boring as waiting for your load to be done.”

Ava is already undoing the makeshift halter holding up her toga. She wordlessly unwraps one tit and then the other. Laila’s mouth opens as she watches eagerly, drinking in the sight of Ava’s breasts, her skin, her cute tummy, her hips, her red thong. Ava hooks her fingers into the sides of the thong and slips it off, revealing the chaotically groomed landing strip and pussy. At last, she holds up the toga with the thong on top like a cherry as if to offer it to Laila.

“Oh, you want to trade,” Laila says and looks around. Caleb and Hubert are out of sight. “That’s fun!”

Laila puts her phone down on a machine and grabs her brown sleeveless vest. She dances to the music in her head and pulls it off coyly, tossing it at Ava. Ava catches it and watches Laila sway in just a white miniskirt, purple bra, and hoop earrings. The miniskirt is next. Laila unzips and kicks it to Ava, stepping out of her flipflops. Her hiphugger panties don’t quite match the purple bra. She unclips the bra, revealing the rich caramel of her tits to Ava, but sets it aside instead of tossing it over.

Ava moves to grab Laila’s bra but Laila blocks her with a finger. “Uh uh, bras are expensive. You gave me a red thong and no bra, girl. Like for like.”

Ava nods. “Like for like.”

Laila bites her finger flirtatiously. “I do owe you a pair of panties. Why don’t you come and get them?”

Ava steps close to Laila and reaches to hook her fingers into the waistband of Laila’s lilac hiphuggers. Laila’s skin is so electric, creamy, rich to the touch. Her perky pink nipples are almost touching Laila’s ample brown breasts. She can feel Laila’s breath so close to her.

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