Yes

"Yeah, I've been good, I deserve to cum, mistress," you reply.

"Oh, you think so?" Saoirse smiles. "Well... you don't. You're a pathetic pussy-**** and nothing more. Bye!"

Saoirse swivels around, heading out the door and leaving you with a frustrating hard-on. You call after her, but she just laughs. You swear to yourself as you get dressed, before deciding to get back 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.