Whatever it is it's enough for you to disobey them and get off the machine

"Wait!" you cry out, struggling to straighten up. "Turn it off!"

The boys look up as you finally reach the edge and Paul's voice freezes you in place. "Stop where you are or you're walking home.

For a moment you pause on the corner of the machine, not even feeling the heavy vibrations fed through the upraised corner into your clit, which is pressed down upon it by your weight.

"Don't watch!" you tell them, and hop off.

Before you can make more than half the distance toward them two of the boys step forward, grabbing hold of you and manhandling you toward the window as you struggle.

"No, you don't understand..." you protest, and abruptly find yourself pressed up against the cool window at the front of the laundromat, your naked front presented to the world outside. With each boy immobilizing an arm and leg you're held helpless, you cheek against the glass as you hear the sounds from the video behind you.

"Well this looks interesting," Paul says, and your eyes close. The one time you'd done anything bad and your boyfriend had caught in on film. It was the whole reason you'd taken the camera from him, but now...