late night laundry

On her way home from the club, Wendy was splashed by a passing car. The dirty water had soaked through to her underwear. Since it was 2:30 am, she figured no one would be using the apartment building laundry, and being rather tipsy, she thought it would be OK to strip naked and wash her clothes. She entered the basement and tossed her wet dress, bra and panties in the washer with a laundry pod she bought from the vending machine, then found a magazine to read while she waited.

She heard the elevator ding.

"Fuck!" she muttered. She looked for a place to hide, but could not see any place. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She could not see a place to hide then spied the large dryer. "Maybe I can fit," she thought. "I just have to hide until the person loads their laundry then leaves."

She went to try to squeeze into the large drum.