Fall for the boyish grin

"Hi, I'm Mike..But everyone calls me Wiz..No, not because I take them around people..I'm a computer wiz" Mike stated to Brigit, hoping she wasn't scared off by the pee reference. It was from experience, however, When he'd say his nickname, people would think, please, not here.

"Nice to meet you, Mike..Wiz. I'm Brigit" Brigit replied, also noticing his sly, boyish grin, always an instant turn on for her. "Computer wiz, huh? But, how are you with laundry? I'd say, you throw everything in and turn the machine on..No separating colors, towels, etc. You're a thrower" she flirted with him.

"You have ESP, Brigit..I DO that..It's all getting washed anyway, right?" Wiz stated, eyeing up her legs in that short skirt and trying to make out if she was wearing panties or not. His mind spoke first "Nah, she's commando. I can see her ass curves..Nice".

"Such a guy!" she smiled and answered, shifting into flirt mode. "You have to separate laundry..Your whites will turn pink, and towels will smell like your..I'm guessing..Boxers?" she asked, striking a sexy, hands on hips post for effect. This place really was suiting her well already. And Wiz apparenty liked what he saw, so, her efforts were working.

"Yep, Hanes..I love 'em" Wiz advised with a grin. "Now, you..I'm guessing..Thong? Lace? You're way too beautiful for old lady whities..Unless.." he added, awaiting her honest, I'm bare, answer.

"None" she laughed. "Haven't worn any in about 2 years..It's so free!" she stated, moving closer to Wiz, sensing where this was likely going, even if not today.

Chatting each other up while Mike changed his clothes from washer to dryer, Wiz had another surprise for Brigit: he liked to take his favorite booze with him. Pulling a flask of vodka from his bag and taking just a swig, he politely offered Brigit a bit.

"Oh..If I have that, we're in trouble..I LOVE vodka!" she wide smiled, taking the flask from him and wrapping her long-nailed hand around it's base. "Just one, though.." Brigit promised, taking a decent-sized drink from the flask. "Wait..One more, small one" she joked, taking another.

As the dryer spun round and round, Wiz and Brigit made easy work of the vodka flask, setting off her relaxed, wild mode.

"Ever hear of a Window Squeaker? I want a Window Squeaker! Window Squeaker!" she exclaimed, her beautiful smile wide.

Inquiring as to the drink's contents, Brigit detailed same for Wiz.

"Some kinda blue vodka, a shot of clear whiskey, and something else..They're SO good! Window Squeaker! I'll love you forever if we get a..Window Squeaker!" she laughed aloud, leaning on Mike.

Wiz had a new plan: Finish the laundry, and, take Brigit for her desired Window Squeaker.

"Oh, I get it..Blue liquid..Like..Windex!" he correctly opined. Brigit's night of drinks were on the way.