Evie’s forfeit at the laundromat

The bell above the door rang loud as a lovely young couple entered the laundromat amidst giggles and smiles. They were a spry blonde boy and a tanned raven-haired girl. Both froze when they saw the woman staring back at them.

“H-hey. W-want to wash your c-clothes? U-use this machine. It's free, I’ll pay for your laundry!” Evie was sitting on the oldest and dinkiest washing machine in the parlor, naked as the day she was born. Her arms were folded over her round breasts, legs pressed together, feet rubbing each other. “L-let me scooch over here so you can open it.”

“Sounds good to me,” the boyfriend said with a shrug.

“No! Honey, she is sitting atop the machine to get off on the vibrations. I know because I, err, my sister used to do it! She is a pervert!”

“What? No, she isn’t a pervert. She is just Nekkid Evie. She is always getting into bets way over her head. Also, I don’t think she is very bright…” the man whispered the last part.

“Hey! I’ll have you know that I have the third-best grades in my class. B-but you are right, I did lose a bet, and I have to sit here for five more cleaning cycles before I’m allowed to climb down. Please wash your clothes here! It’s free!” A bashful Evie tapped the machine to invite the two to put their clothes inside.

“Bullshit. I bet that´s just an excuse she uses to live her exhibitionist fantasies,” the girlfriend argued back, prompting Evie to squeeze her chest a tad tighter and stare at the floor. “I´m not going to leave me clothes to help her with her sick games!”

“Evie is telling the truth.” A fully dressed Amanda walked next to Evie. “She lost a bet, so either put your clothes in there or ignore her, but she is not going away.”

“Ah, yes. This makes more sense. Moaning Mandy is the pervert, Evie is just a loser. That´s why the bet is so lewd,” the boyfriend thought out loud. “I heard Amanda even masturbated for three hours in the back of a rusty van in front of all her classmates.”

“WHAT?! I didn´t do it... for that long! Besides, this bet was Evie´s idea!

“Yeah right… So what do you say, babe? Do we stay, or do we go?”

The girl sighed. “Your campus is weird... Let´s wash our clothes here and use the money to get some ice cream. ” The couple haphazardly tossed their clothes into the machine before leaving the laundromat to get some sweet ice cones. The washing machine started its cycle, and a nervous Evie gulped as she braced for a rocky ride.

More students came in after the couple. Half of them were quick to start the washing cycle and leave, their expressions full of disgust at the brazen act of perversion. The other half decided to linger and watch the mortified Evie slowly cook herself with shame. Yep, she still wasn’t getting used to it. Evie squeezed her chest like a vice and waited for the machine to do its worst. The cleaning machine began to vibrate, swiveling at the sides. “Ohh, oh, ah,” Evie weakly said before the cleaning cycle stabilized again.

“That’s it? That was barely a moan! It’s supposed to rock your socks out!”

“Well, I´m not wearing socks, and it wasn´t that strong aniway...”

“I guess you would be the expert, huh Moaning Mandy?” commented one of the spectating boys. Half the crowd nodding their head in agreement.

“I’m not! Argh! Next cycle I’m going to fill that thing with rocks and shoes, then you’ll see how strong it gets!”

“See? You do know!”

“Argh!”

Across her tomato-red face, Evie cracked the tiniest of smiles. It was nice to remember that Amanda wasn’t as unflappable as she’d liked to think.