Laundry Duty

You dump another basket of laundry into the machine, wiping the sweat from your brow. Uncapping the detergent, you pour some atop the clothes before closing the machine lid and turning the dial until it clicks on.

"Jesus, this is fucking boring," you say.

You lean against a machine, checking your pockets for your box of cigarette. Its been a long week with way too much time being wasted washing mountains of dirty clothes. Fortunately, albeit ironically, you've garnered a fairly large collection of dirty panties that suit your fancy, which you can easily sniff or jerk off into whenever you're bored of doing laundry.

You slide out your phone, mindless checking social media for a moment or so, before you hear the door creaking open.