Where she got on...

Clarie sauntered off the elevator a confidently changed woman.

Her D cup breast sat firm and round, hard small nipples perked erectly beckoning for attention. Her flat stomach contoured elegantly to hour glass hips a pornstar or super model could kill for. As her ass shapely rounded out behind her.

She had been in the elevator for 3 hours, the couple people waiting for it let it go on, too distracted by the beauty that quite deliberately strutted past them. It was time to close the laundry room. And the super was busy elsewhere.

Entering the laundry room only three people were left. A college aged woman, a middle aged nurse still in her scrubs, and the man from earlier.

They tried to avert their gaze, surface thoughts questioning the sanity of the naked woman who had sauntered in, while deeper thoughts hungered to fully take in her body, visually and physically.

Any attention they might've kept on Clarie was quickly drawn away as every machine in the room suddenly roared to life.

Black foam flowed out of open washers like rabid maws, intense heats swirled forth from open dryers. Clarie watched as the three clothed individuals scrambled to close machines, their panic and reaction drawing their focus from the corruptive heat and suds of Dion's encroachment on the laundry room.

The nurse looked down in disgust at the slimy suds that had splattered on her, disgust and wonder questioning just what she was soaked in, the arid warmth making the room hot and humid.

Her thoughts failed to endure long, Clarie rushing buy opening all the machines to spill largely and openly onto the floor, foam bubbling up to the top of the machines quickly encompassing the nurse as she slipped falling into the pooling liquids from which they frothed.

The man moved to go help her only to hear another scream as Clarie continued unfettered opening machines. The room quickly growing hotter and humid as a sauna. He considered what to do, who to help only to find himself stuck looking around as Clarie’s chaos grew all around him.

Jackie the nurse had indeed slipped and fallen into the suds, her conscious mind struggling with the desirous tastes of the slimy bubbles in her mouth, their warm damp cling to her body through her clothes, unaware of the holes forming as her scrubs dissolved and her hands found unfettered access to feel herself up.

She questioned her modesty for only a second, content with the answer that she was immersed in the suds, likely to be able to cling them to her privates for sensational coverage should someone stumble upon her. The idea of approaching any finders that way making her tittilated.

Penn had initially scrambled to rise above the seeming flood of suds, sitting atop provocatively shaking dryers as their heat brought thoughts of a sunny boat deck to her head. Her mind slipped into a memory of spring break, her posture changing to one of spreading out to tan, fingers passively pulling the clothes she imagined on over her bikini off.

Allen struggled to keep his recently dried clothes above the cascading suds, the heat from the dryers making him desire the relief of having his shirt off as he realized her had lost track of the crazy naked woman in the suds. Shuffling carefully to the door he had decided to go get the super.

A task stalled when…

The laundry basket went flying, its clothes discarded by the sultry wet now raven-haired woman who had immersed herself beneath the bubbles to sneak up on the only dick in the room.

“WHAT THE…”

“Someone’s happy to see me.” Clarie playfully gushed tugging at Allen's belt and pants, his freed hands struggling to grab her slick wrists. “Come on now, make ‘em jealous as we fuck.” Clarie added with a husky sultry tone as Allen’s mind tried to fight the arousal and enticement of the struggle before him.

“I’ll suck you off. You can even cum on me. In me, all over me.” Clarie bombarded Allen with lewd ideas and acts. “Fuck my face, my cunt, my ass.” Each word seemed to further distract from his defense, Clarie’s hands now stroking his partially freed cock, the suds passively eating away at the pants as they slowly fell to the floor.

Allen gasped and struggled to brace himself against one of the machines, looking around in distress. As he tried not to think about how truly amazing the mouth around his cock felt.

There was no sign of the nurse, her masturbation and moans concealed beneath the foam and roar of the machines.

The red haired college girl stretched out atop three other machines, before sitting up to slide her bra straps off her shoulders, her delusion reminding her she wanted to avoid those tan lines as her skin visibly tanned in the corrupting heat of the dryers blowing onto her.

Allen moaned helplessly as he felt the warm embrace of Clarie’s mouth and tongue, urging him into surrendering to the experience of the corrupting building becoming one with its enrooted demon.

As Allen’s resistance seemed to subside Clarie bobbed hands free on his cock, her hands massaging the bubbly corruption all over her own body. Her skin was slowly growing pink as her tongue began elongating and growing more nimble at enwrapping Allen’s cock as his mind struggled to grasp at thoughts beyond the mind-blowing pleasure and surging desire at hand.

Throwing his head back gasping he gazed around the room once more, he couldn’t think of why he had felt so compelled to take advantage of the chance to look away from the gorgeous eyes sucking his cock yet he had.

His soul's attempt to draw his focus away from the corrupt woman sucking him off faltered as he admired the lithe form shifting positions from just being stretched out on the dryers.

Penn rolled over on her chest, unclasping the bra from behind her and letting it fall free, a long-exhaled breath of delight exiting her as she basked in the illusion of avoiding any tan lines on her back. Creeping arousal to be touched sinking into her bronzing skin as her breasts hung perfectly beneath her.

As Allen’s eyes pulled him away from the desire to watch the lithe body to see if it would expose itself, he found his gaze drifting across the initial foam build up by the door.

The door. His mind clung to this idea, his soul pushing for it to be embraced and reached for.

Glancing down Allen finally found himself shaking further free of the pleasure induced trance. The raven hair was turning cobalt blue, the white skin faded beneath a cotton candy pink. Clarie’s bangs being parted by small white horns developing.

Her face looked ever more alluring, Allen’s mind trying to cloud with all the sexual propositions she had made earlier. She wanted him to use her like a whore. But could he?