Refuse

"I'm sorry, I can't. I'm just super busy."

Saoirse's smile disappears, as she begins to pout.

"You're no fun anymore!" she frowns.

Saoirse puts her arms around you, leaning in as she grinds against your cock. She pulls up her skirt, revealing a lacy white thong. She presses in, rubbing her hips in circles rhythmically against your groin. You find your floppy cock growing harder and harder, blood filling your member. You begin to grind back, but as soon as you do, Saoirse steps back, smiling at you.

"There," she says, flicking your hard cock through your pants. "Serves you right for being such a bore."

Saoirse swivels around, heading out the door and leaving you with a frustrating hard-on. With that, you return to work. It takes about an hour or more to get it all done, boring and monotonous work of drying and washing and sorting, but as you get along, the piles of laundry grow smaller until they vanish completely, and you're left pulling the last load of work out of the dryer. Suddenly, your phone buzzes, as you look at the screen to see Daniel's calling you.

"You finished yet, dickhead?"

"Just did," you say. "Why, what's up?"

"A couple of us were going with some of the girls to head into town and go shopping. You up for it?"

"I have an assignment due later, mate."

"So are you coming?"

Tossing the last of the dried laundry into the appropriate basket, you shrug.

"Yeah, fuck it. Alright then, I'll be over in a bit."

With that, you head out the door and leave your laundry chores behind you.