Yes

You've decided that with the longer walking distance to the new laundromat that a lighter load is necessary; no heavy bag of school books to tire you out. When you leave your apartment, the only weight on you is your considerable amount of laundry, aside from the clothes on your back.

If one could call them clothes, anyways. The only other times you've worn this 'outfit' was while clubbing, and that was either with underwear on under it or a tank top over it - the night air on virtually every inch of your skin makes you feel incredibly exposed as your heels clack on the sidewalk while you walk towards your destination. While this laundromat is farther away, you couldn't chance being under the gaze of the proprietor or running into the boys again while wearing next to nothing.

Your determination to finally get some laundry done allows you to ignore the many smoldering looks, whistles, and jeers you get as you awkwardly maneuver through the spinning glass doorway. While you wonder why a laundromat wouldn't just have an open entrance to make things easier to bring things in, it does raise your hopes that you've finally found a reputable place to wash your clothes.

And while the machines, benches, security cameras, and few TV monitors all look clean and new, there's only so much one can do to tidy a place up when the people don't change. The other denizens of the laundromat include several loud college guys who probably got kicked out from the bar across the road, laughing and drinking while not making it clear if they were paying customers. In the far corner you spot two well built, dirty workers amiably chatting while their laundry is washing, and the only other non-male customer being a woman close to your age, idly lounging in front of a machine with headphones in, looking at a book while projecting an aura of 'don't talk to me unless you want to get hurt'. While walking towards an open machine in the mostly empty center aisle , you look towards the desk to see if anyone's there, and you only see a bell with a sign saying "Ring for service - currently busy."

You shudder a bit, both at the slight chill of the air conditioner and the fact that nobody from the facility is there watching you (although the men all currently are, the factory workers having turned towards you and the college guys all poking each other and ogling you). The cameras give you some level of comfort as you unload some of your clothes into the machine. After you put the detergent in, you notice several coins on the floor. As you hastily bend over to pick them up (flashing your ass to the college guys inadvertently), you see that there's enough to cover your first load. Smiling at your good luck, you put the coins into the slots and start the machine, reaching for your purse to load up the second machine.

Eventually, your clothes are all gently twirling in the two machines, and you look around hesitantly, realizing you have nothing to do to occupy your time. Looking around at the laundromat's customers, you wonder if you should approach any of them to try to pass the time, while also idly wondering if you have enough change to dry all of your clothes, meaning you might want to make friends now rather then later, and also avoid falling asleep again given what happened the last time you did. You'd be more comfortable around guys around your own age, but the fact that they're drunk combined with the fact that the workers would likely be intimidated by you makes you wonder what to do next. You could chat up the girl, who probably just doesn't want to be bothered by guys.

Or you could go to the bar across the way, and come back in an hour or so, although that leaves the risk of your clothes being unattended. You're certain you don't want to ring the laundromat owner after your experience with the last one, a disgusting man who groped you and stole your underwear, certainly the thought of being at the mercy of someone like that doesn't appeal to you at all.

Your thoughts distract you from the increasingly bold and lewd nature of the guys' conversations, or to the fact that your top has shifted just enough to let your nipples show through, a fact noticed by everyone there but you. Your hands carelessly start adjusting your clothes (or touching yourself, depending on who was looking) while you think of what to do next...