A few hitches, but you..might've found something

Strangely enough, while you don't often dream when you sleep for 8 hours, sometimes it'll happen when you nap. And this unexpected nap gives you a strangely pleasurable one.

A strange golden light fills the air as you find yourself on a white bed, covered only by the flimsiest of white sheets, consumed by the urge to pleasure yourself. One hand drifts to a breast, the other between your legs, as you unabashedly finger fuck yourself, your nails scraping the insides of your gently as your other hand mashes your tit.

As your climax approaches, you try to buck to throw the sheet off of you, but you find your hands restricted, and your body slowly starts to lean upwards and the light fades away, and just after you start gasping the golden view fades to black, quickly turning into the laundromat you had occupied once before.

Quickly returning to your senses and clasp your leg together. With a start, you pull your hands away as quickly as you can, taking care to brush your skirt back down, also needing to rebutton the top of your dress as well, covering up your exposed breasts and the line of drool running down them. You don't know who saw you, but the well lit laundromat, combined with the unobstructed window in the front of the building, means anyone on the street or in here could have and you wouldn't be the wiser.

You see that your laundry is done (and might have been for a while now), but you're not as concerned about that as you are about what is there. A quick glance around you confirms that the only other people in here are a few guys doing some laundry of their own, playing cards to pass the time as two washers and dryers hum near them. There's also the greasy man who owns the laundromat.

You open the washer and quickly rummage through your things, only to find - to your dismay, albeit not to your surprise - that your panties and bras are all gone, leaving only the shorts and pants you'd brought as cover. Sighing, you place your remaining clothes into the dryer anyways, determined not to waste a trip.

Unfortunately, when you reach into your purse for change, you find nothing there. With a smirk, you strut over to the guys playing cards, bending over with a sweet smile on your face.

"I don't seem to have any coins for the dryer...can any of you boys help a girl out?"

The one closest to you gets up, the annoyance clear in his face even as he gives you a look over while he dutifully walks up to your dryer, placing the quarters in as you put in the remainder of your clothes. You don't notice him stealing glances down your flimsy dress, or at the wetness still adorning your fingers; the same way you didn't notice all of them watching you during your erotic dream; your mind is set on one purpose only.

As the dryer rumbles back to life, the redheaded guy grunts as he goes back to his friends. You kneel down to take out your 'hidden camera', and you gladly see that it still has plenty of space on it as you stop it from recording. You flip open the viewer, quickly turning it to the time segment you recorded.

You see nothing for the first few seconds, so you quickly fast forward it until you see something awry. You notice the camera angle gets knocked down slightly, and then you see a familiar shape enter the view. Intently you focus on him, not noticing a flickering battery sigh in the upper right hand corner as you watch him look to the left, right, and...

...turn to you, kneeling over your body. The angle doesn't catch everything but you see one of your arms flash quickly in front of the viewer, and you catch one of your knees briefly enter the frame as well, as he bends over you for a bit. Is he...you'd swear he was moving your hands to where they were when you woke up! That pervert caused you to have that erotic dream!

You fume silently as he finishes whatever he was doing to the left of the camera as he turns back to your washer, opens it and it's at that point the screen goes blank.

"Damnit!" you shout, a little too loudly for the few patrons in here to ignore, and you quickly slink back into yourself as you realize the last thing you want to do is to draw more attention onto yourself. While you had plenty of video room, you don't have nearly enough power, and you left your charger at home.

Leaving to go get it is out of the question - this isn't the type of area you want to make more trips then necessary in, especially dressed as you are now - but as you stand up to survey the situation, you have two options.

The first one is to confront the store's greasy, disgusting owner, since you're pretty sure it's him who did it, and that he 'adjusted' you while you were sleeping so you looked like a wanton slut trying to get off.

The second, as you spy a laptop near the group of guys at the back, is that possibly the guys could pull the video off of your camera, allowing you to view everything you've recorded on the card.

Or, you could just finish your laundry and go home, with no underwear or finances to replace it.