Conga Line in the Laundry Room

Lillian wasn’t sure what she was thinking when she found the women on her floor and congregated in a conga line in the laundry room. All the girls were like the men were naked, and she wasn’t actually sure how many there were. The laundry room was big since it served the entire floor.

Some girls she recognized from either in passing, or earlier, such as Jalisa Talbot, Caroline Winston, and Therese Laguana, a tall skinny Latina whose family Lillian was sure came from Cuba. Others she recognized from her tour earlier, but didn’t know their names, such as the redhead and the random brunette from the second floor common area.

Lillian supposed she should learn their names. She didn’t know how long time would be like this, and they would be her only source of entertainment. There looked to be at least a dozen girls packed in the room in the conga line. Looking at the frozen women in the room, Lillian couldn’t help but feel hot. She really wanted to mess with at least a few of them now that she was sober. She still had not explored the first floor of the building yet. The floor had the security office where she could get access to keys and student files.