The laundry room

Serena made her way downstairs, laundry in hand. She held the basket in front of her breasts, covering her from the front but leaving her sides and her rear, including her currently completely bare ass, entirely exposed. She couldn't open the door and hold her laundry basket at the same time though, so she had to set it down for a brief moment, exposing her front again, in order to turn the handle of the door and be able to get into the laundry room. She cracked the door open just enough to peek inside, and after making sure nobody else was in there, she snuck inside.

The 'laundry room', if it could even be called that, was just a room that happened to have a washing machine and a dryer. This was one of the rare occasions it seemed that there wasn't a handwritten 'Out of Order' sign taped on.

She took advantage of this seemingly good fortune and started loading the washing machine with her laundry and detergent. "I can't believe it's almost $8 just to use the washer and dryer. That's more than an hour of work for me just so I can stop walking around butt naked everywhere." Once she started the machine, she pulled out a book that she had been reading that she kept in her purse. It was a horror romance where the protagonist was a woman in love with a monster. When she left off, she was actually in the middle of a steamy sex scene. After the stimulation and attention she'd received all day, reading this scene actually had her very hot and bothered. She needed release. But could she? Right here? Nobody else was around...

She decided to take the risk. Thankfully, the door actually had a lock on it. She went ahead and locked the door, then she settled in. First she started with massaging her breasts while reading, then moving her free hand slowly, slowly down her stomach, then playing with the curls of her pussy hair before finally slipping a finger inside of herself. She started slow, then faster and faster. She pictured herself as the book's protagonist being fucked by the monster. She was probably seconds from nutting when she finally smelt the smoke.

When she looked up from her book, water was spilling out of the washing machine and splashing all over the floor. "God dammit, why do I have to deal with this shit!? That should be me right now!" She saw smoke coming from behind the machine. She peeks back there and saw a small fire. "This is literally the second fucking time today!" She looked around the room, but she didn't see a fire extinguisher. She quickly ran out of the room. The only one she remembered was on the other side of the complex next to the soda machine. She grabbed her purse and started sprinting, not even bothering with any pretense of modesty. It took her five minutes to make it. She busted open the glass extinguisher case with a rock, then grabbed the extinguisher and started sprinting back.

By the time she made it back, though, the laundry room door was on fire and the alarm was going off. She started spraying the door down, then when it seemed safe enough, she kicked open the door and kept spraying. She tried and tried, but the extinguisher ran out of fluid. Then she did the only thing she could do and called the fire department.

It took them fifteen minutes to arrive, but to actually put the fire out was fairly quick.

"Is it safe to go in there? My clothes are in there."

"Ma'am, I don't know how to say this, but the washing machine exploded. Whatever you had in there is probably gone."

This was unbelievable! All of her clothes!? Gone!? This had to be some kind of nightmare.