Get Dried Off

Well, that certainly wasn't working as intended.

It must be a burst pipe, Emily thought, looking down at her soaking-wet panties. She lifted her shirt, flapping it to try and dry them out. They weren't very comfortable. She'd definitely have to make sure management knew about this.

She looked at herself in the mirror. The worst thing was, she hadn't been able to clean the pie off. Her face still had custard all over it. She was quite a sight! She certainly didn't want to have to go through the whole funhouse like this. At least she could make her underwear a little more comfortable.

She glanced at the door. She was pretty sure she was the only person in the building, but it was best to make absolutely certain. She locked it, and took another long look at the mirror.

Then, she lifted up her skirt and peeled off her panties. Halfway through, a strange sound from behind the mirror made her jump. Something like a groan, or a sigh of pleasure. Probably it was just another broken pipe.

She turned on the hand dryer and held her panties under it, turning them over in the jet of warm air. They'd be dry in no time! And then she could start thinking about...

She heard a sucking sound. Her panties were yanked out of her hand and vacuumed up into the machine.

Emily blinked.

That wasn't working as intended, either.