It was a rare dateless Saturday night for Barbie. She's an attractive, college-aged, willowy athletic blond with not enough extra time on her hands. Her problem was obvious. She just didn't have anything to wear. Seriously. She dragged her laundry bag out from the backseat of her red Mustang convertible and into the Sports Bar Laundromat near the college campus. She found a few of machines vacant near the end of the row and sorted her clothes into two of them. Looking over what she had on, she decided to wash those clothes, as well. Why not get them all done at one time for a change? She thought to herself.
"Why does this always happen? I always wait until the very last of my clean clothes before I go to the laundromat. What do I do now?" speaking softly aloud only to herself.
She remembered she had an overnight bag in the trunk of her car, so she went back out into the parking lot to retrieve it. Inside the bag, she discovered some more clothes which she sorted into her machines. Deeper in the bottom of the bag, she found a short, black lacey nightgown, which was clean enough. It was delicate, hand-wash anyway. Dare she wear it in a public laundromat? She might as well, it was a special wash only situation and the only item in her bags that was.
Nervously, she dashed into the lady's restroom and changed into the nightgown and returned to stuffing her clothes into the machines, put in the soap and her quarters, pushed the lever in to start the fill cycle. It should take only about 18 minutes for the wash, rinse and spin cycles to do the job. She would have to stay handy so that she could add the fabric softener to the final rinse water. Then, dry for another 20 - 30 minutes. She might just be safe enough in her nightgown if she sat quietly and kept to herself out of the way.
She sat down in a corner chair to look through an old magazine she found. A single guy broke himself away from the big screen TV, the pitchers of cold beer and plates of barbecued wings from the Sports Bar side of the combined business and came into the laundromat side to check the progress of his own clothes. Satisfied that his machine is doing its job and is not quite finished, he returned to the bar - seemingly failing to notice blond Barbie at all.
One of Barbie's washing machines clicked into the drain cycle followed closely by the second machine. From behind the swinging café doors between the sports bar and the laundry area, three more guys come in to check the progress of their machines. They noticed Barbie right away and gave the young lady a long and inquisitive once-over and were obviously intrigued. They smiled, give her another good long look before returning to the bar.
As Barbie's washing machines began to spin, one of the machines became out of balance. As the motor picked up speed, the machine became more and more violent, but Barbie didn't know to stop it. Quickly, she gets up and tries to hold the machine in place by placing her hands on both facing corners and leaning against it. Her pert, pointed cone-shaped breasts jiggled violently as do her near-nude ass cheeks covered only in the matching silk panties to her night gown. Her efforts failed to calm the machine.
