"It's happened again!" Tia exclaimed. "Everytime I do the laundry something disappears. That's the fourth time, and the eighth thing missing!"
Because of the three block walk to the laundromat Tia had been doing laundry at least once a week. It meant the loads weren't as full as her finances would have liked, but even the reduced loads her arms were limp as noodles by the time she got home. Consequently, after last night going to the filthy little laundromat a few blocks away she'd been too tired to go through her things until now, the next afternoon.
Was it true that dryer's ate clothes? She thought it was socks they ate, not panties and chemises. She could understand the lacey underthings dissolving, but the chemises were like mini tank-tops, worn in place of a bra simply to keep her thick nipples from poking through her tops. Now they were all gone and her supply of panties was dwindling.
"Next time I'm going to catch them in the act," she vowed, and went to dig out her video camera. Technically it had belonged to an ex-boyfriend, but she stole it from him when he'd filmed some things she didn't really want him having a record of. After that it had seen copious usage by other boyfriends and the various guys she'd had affairs with. Astonishingly enough, in the short amount of time between her eighteenth birthday and now the large flash drive it contained had nearly been filled with all sorts of sexual adventures she really didn't want anyone seeing. She kept meaning to erase it, but it was one of those 'tomorrow' items that somehow was never done.
"Okay, so I'll pretend to fall asleep and catch them in the act - and on film," Tia muttered, feeling clever. It shouldn't be hard, she'd fallen asleep every time she'd gone there, always with a textbook in front of her. It would look natural for her to feign a nap.
Scooping up the last of her panties she deposited them on the bed, then decided she needed to put in some other clothes as camouflage. Jacob always wanted to see her in tiny outfits - mini-skirts, revealing dresses, and tiny tops - so she hadn't even unpacked the rest of the clothes he didn't really like. They were still in the box she'd originally packed them in, which had 'charity' written on the side. Not that they really were for giving away, that had been on the box even before she'd decided to use it. She fully intended to wear the clothes one day whether Jacob liked them or not. But right now they'd make excellent camouflage for her remaining undies. Besides, after being in the box for so long they could probably use the wash. Later she'd hide them again in the closet so he wouldn't spot them and actually get rid of them.
"Perfect. I'm gonna nail whoever's doing this," she smirked, tucking the camera into her book bag and grunting as she picked it all up. Wearing four inch heels might not have been the best idea for this caper but Tia kept losing shoes somehow. Now she only had shoes and boots with tall heels, as if there were gremlins in this ratty apartment building that feasted on the rest.
Sighing at the memory of her lost fuzzy mouse slippers she headed out for her sting operation, skulking past her creepy neighbors' doors and down into the street, noticing as always how it seemed to get darker so much quicker at this time of year. It was still hotter than she was used to, though, which was why she was wearing such a short, thin dress. Without a chemise her nipples rubbed against the light-colored fabric, every sway a sweet caress that hardened them into aching bulges that stood out prominently.
Between the long school day, the book bag which Tia finally realized contained four textbooks, the awkward box of clothes, and the laundry bag with its new jumbo-sized containers of detergent and fabric softener, Tia was tired out by the time she got to the laundromat.
"Back so soon?" the fat greasy man in the corner asked, chuckling. "You must be a very dirty girl."
Tia ignored him as usual, even wrinkling her nose a little at the smell. She had no idea why he was always there, and he was just flat-out ugly anyway. Probably single, too, she decided. No self-respecting woman would have anything to do with the likes of him.
With great relief she plopped her book bag down beside a chair and put the box on the machines. She paused to subtley turn on the camera, making sure it was hidden and turned toward her machine. Smirking in satisfaction she took out the big bottles of detergent and fabric softener. She'd thought it was a good idea to save money by buying them in bulk, but now her rubbery muscles wished she hadn't been so frugal.
As the box emptied into the washing machine she realized that there was one more set of panties she hadn't added. For a moment she hesitated, but then Tia decided that it would be bad luck not to go for broke. Besides, even though the disgusting man was watching her intently he wouldn't be able to see below the machines, and they were well above her waist level. What she didn't realize was that there was a security camera behind her that he could see through. It was one of several that sent high-quality recordings to an off-site server.
Emboldened by the thought that he couldn't see Tia wriggled out of the one and only panty that wasn't in the machine. The act felt oddly erotic and her fingers lingered to caress the oh-so-soft skin of her hairless mound, nails scratching for a long moment amidst the folds and drawing a shudder. Not realizing that she was looking straight at the pig of an owner Tia licked her lips in erotic bliss before she regained her senses a moment later. She blushed, though her dark skin hid it, and pretended to realize she'd dropped something. Taking a step back she bent at the waist and snatched up her panties, covertly depositing them in with the rest and shivering at the cold air on her now naked pussy. The machine rumbled to life a moment later.
"Now to pretend to sleep," she muttered. Even though the chair was hard rough wood without any padding it was still a relief to sit on it. Tia squirmed, the fabric of her dress catching on the wood until she lifted it a little to prevent damaging it. Feeling the wood on her bare skin made her lick her lips again as she felt excitement course through her. She told herself it was just the excitement of doing a stake-out, but her wet, engorged lips begged to differ. Finally she pulled a book onto her lap and pretended to study. |