They would, but you don't

As Paul's hand pushes down you realize what he wants, and your eyes go wide with horror (and maybe a little secret lust). "I can't do that!" you protest, making him frown.

"She's breaking the deal, man!" Don says, and the boys grumble in agreement.

"No no, I'm not, I just... I have a boyfriend!" you blurt, trying to shield your body from the street. The boys block any avenue of retreat you have, but they don't stop your small limbs in their futile attempt to grant you cover.

"You've got a boyfriend and yet you're naked with six guys in a seedy laundromat?" Paul asks, quirking an eyebrow like it's the most absurd thing he's ever heard.

"Hey," the proprietor objects mildly.

"I didn't mean to..." you protest, knowing how lame it sounds even as you say it.

"You didn't mean to stand still and let him strip you out of your dress?" Nathan asks, incredulous.

Feeling your cheeks flame at the truth of his words you say nothing, which seems to confirm your willingness.

"I tell you what. If you won't give us blowjobs there's one other thing you can do. Just one."

Narrowing your eyes you look at him suspiciously, certain you won't like what he has to say. "What?" you ask.

A beatific smile crosses Paul's face, but you can see the merriment in his eyes as he says, "Sit on the washing machine facing the window until your clothes are done."

Your jaw, and your hands, drop, exposing your body to the gaze of anyone going by until you regain your senses and bring them back up again.

"I can't do that!" you squeak.

"Hey guys, how long do you think we can keep her clothes in the washing machine?" Paul asks the boys casually.

Don smirks, jingling the change in his pocket. "I think we can go all night."

"I was thinking of staying open late anyway," the proprietor says with a shrug.

"But they're my clothes!" you wail.

Paul shrugs. "They're in the washing machine we paid for. You can't touch it until we're done with it."

"That makes no sense!" you object, hands instinctively going to your hips.

"Paying for the use of a washing machine is the same as leasing a piece of machinery. It is held in trust until the contract expires. In this case the contract expires when the coins stop," George says, sounding like a law student. The proprietor nods agreeably.