You give in

With a gulp, you draw your hands up again to futilely try to cover your breasts and pussy, seeing no recourse or mercy in the gazes of the five guys, or in the leering, lusty eyes of the proprietor. As much as the prospect of sitting on the washing machine scares you, it's a much better idea then trying to walk home several blocks completely nude.

"I'll do it." you sigh as you back up towards what's going to be your seat for the next half hour while your clothes spin and whirl below you. While your intent was to not show the guys everything and back up onto the machine while hiding yourself, you quickly see the problem with that - you'll need your arms to boost you up, and you don't want the guys 'helping' you. You spin around, giving them a shot of your bare backside and ass as you push yourself onto the machine, giving them only a glimpse of your privates before you cover up again, sitting parallel to the street window, at least for the moment.

"Sit on the corner." snaps Paul, and he moves to spread your thighs apart. With your hands covering yourself you cannot resist as he pulls you around a bit, pushing on your toned tummy so that you're back a bit on the machine, your legs spread slightly. The machine is cold against your skin, but the slight vibrations of the early wash cycle are almost pleasant. The guys move their laptop to a nearby table so they can enjoy the same view of you that the entire street is getting right now, taking care to make sure the proprietor can look at you as well.

The thought of looking at the street and seeing whoever is looking in terrifies you, as does trying to meet the gaze of the proprietor. Luckily, the guys have started playing videos on their laptop, so you find your eyes drawn to that.

Unfortunately, it's the videos they borrowed from your camera, and after a moment they pipe up the audio too, and the sounds of you sucking and fucking your ex-boyfriend fill the seedy building, building up your arousal at the memories. Eventually, your lubrication and the increasing vibrations (combined with the machine being the slightest bit tilted) forces you to move your way back a bit, and your legs spread further.

As they move on to the second video (one of you stripping and talking about what kind of a slut you are), your excitement builds further. Still too scared to see who might be watching on the street, you lose yourself in the video, watching as you strip slowly, rubbing yourself and eventually impaling yourself on a big black dildo, moaning and groaning all the while on something that was suppose to be showed to nobody else.

Near the middle of the video (where the version of you on the screen is wearing a tiny black thong) you realize your hands are moving of their own volition; slowly teasing and squeezing exposed skin with short, sharp gasps coming from you. The machine's vibrations under you pick up as well, jutting straight into your slit as you slowly slide down the machine again. With visible effort, you slide yourself back yet again. Your thighs are almost fully on the cleaning appliance.

When you try to cover up, you can't resist the urge to touch yourself, so you reluctantly keep your hands at your sides, your body exposed for the street, and the guys. By the end of the video, your legs are spread almost as far as they can be, inviting everyone in and outside of the laundromat to see inside of you, but at least you're not trying to get off.

If you've made it this far completely naked and spread on a laundry machine for six guys, it can't possibly get any worse, you reason. At least until you hear a familiar giggle - your own - coming from the laptop, and you gasp in shock. If there's one thing that would cause you to break this deal, it'd be them seeing this video of you.

Worse then letting them see a video of your ex fucking you. Worse then seeing you strip and **** yourself, and much worse then them stripping you in a public laundromat and seeing you naked for over half an hour.

Your eyes lock to the crystal-clear laptop screen as an all-too-familiar sequence begins...