A man and a woman were both loading their clothes into adjacent dryers. The man came across a bra into his loading pile. He made a motion towards the woman. "Um, excuse me," he said. "I believe that you're bra got mixed up with my clothes."
The woman gave an awkward smile, "Oh, I'm so sorry she said. It must have dropped into your clothes" She grabbed the bra and shifted away from the man. The man shifted in the same direction. "You know what this means don't you?" He said.
"No." She tried to make more distance between the two. The man made sure that wouldn't happen "It means that we must have sex in one of these fine dryers" He patted his hand against a dryer.
"I've never heard of such a rule."
"Of course you've never heard of it. Its unspoken social law. But it still exists, and now we must film our social duty." The man said. The woman looked around for someone to defend her. Everyone surrounding them solemnly nodded. The woman sighed and said, "Very well." She stripped herself of her clothes and curled up in the dryer. The man followed close behind. It was a quite a large dryer. The whole laundromat crowded around to see the hot laundromat sex in action.
The woman at the counter gazed sadly at the scene asked herself why she kept letting this man in.
This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week's theme: 'Laundromat'.