“Oh look, maybe he can help. Hey kid, open the door!” The kid just smiled. He moved his hand up. “What is he doing?” I shook my head and pleaded with my eyes, he was not moved. I closed my eyes and cursed internally.
The kid pressed a button. Predictably, the machine started moving. This truly was a heavy duty dryer to be able to move with the weight of four girls inside, but move it did. The cylinder began to spun around. We started spinning.
Each revolution scrambled all of us in new and embarrassing ways. One spin my face was in-between the Queen’s legs. The other she was the one pressed against my crotch. The next I was being smushed by the maid’s breasts. Then I briefly locked lips with my informant. The more we spun, the more our bodies rubbed, slid and collided with each other in ways I didn’t dream possible. It was like a twisted game of …twister.
The kid, meanwhile, laughed. To add insult to injury, he recorded the whole affair on his phone, as if this wasn’t humiliating enough on its own. He kept recording and smiling despite our constant pleas (and threats). Then he got bored and left without deigning himself to turn the accursed thing off. We kept spinning and spinning, getting acquainted with our anatomies more thoroughly than if we were in medical school. And then, finally, when I thought it was going to end …nope, it kept going. We were stuck in a neverending spiral. Up and down, round and around for so long that I lost track of time.
Finally, FINALLY, it stopped. The door opened. We all scrambled over each other to get out. You can imagine how pleasant it was to be in the middle of a very dizzy naked four-way free-for-all. The Queen was the first to stumble outside. She raised her hands in victory, and they were promptly cuffed together.
A woman with wavy auburn hair looked down on her and smiled. “Hello love, remember me?”
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