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Laundry night was always a chore.
A large chunk of time always had to be set aside every week where Ashley just hovered around the dorm doing nothing. Waiting on her clothes, checking to make sure there weren't any pervs stealing her panties, folding and organizing everything. Ashley hated it but it was a necessary part of living on her own. That part at least she could appreciate even if it was annoying. Ashley preferred to get her laundry out of the way late at night when no one was around. She never had to wait on a machine. She didn't have to worry about being hit on by pasty little man children who thought this was their big change to talk to her. It was always much easier that way.
Ashley had been spending a good deal of her pocket money trying to repopulate her slim wardrobe. Class had left her with far fewer outfits than at the start of the semester and she was overdue for doing laundry. The hamper was overflowing onto the floor and she was running dangerously low on everything. She had been reduced to wearing a tight blouse and an old pair of shorts that no longer fit her. They rode too low at the waist line and her ass was practically hanging out of the bottom. Although that had been the only reason why they had survived Sara's "Purge," as she'd started to call it. So like every week, she hefted her basket out to the elevator and descended into the dank basement of her dorm room.
The old elevator dinged as the dented door shuttered open, its neglected bearings giving off a faint screeching sound in the process. The musty smell of the basement wrinkled her nose as she got her first look at it. She hated it down here. It was the one area of the dorm where the common areas weren't kept neat and tidy. The basement was a mess of unused rooms, storage, trash and God knows what else. The floor was dirty, with chipped tiles that spoke of a general sense of neglect. Although it reminded her a lot of the rest of campus. Once you got past the shiny veneer that was shown off to the public, you got a look at the real campus. Dirty, old and kind of run down.
"Typical." She said.
It always made Ashley nervous to be down here. There were hallways with burnt out light-bulbs that created patches of complete darkness. Stacks of old boxes and random crap created too many areas for strange men to be lying in wait. Plus, the laundry room was the only reason to be down here. So the basement was often empty after the busy hours. It always creeped her out to be down here alone but that was also kind of the point.
Basket propped up on her hip, she awkwardly hefted her clothes down the hallway. Ashley thought she heard something in the gloom and gave a sidelong glance down a particularly dark patch of shadow. A faint whistling sound came for one of the small windows high up on the wall. Sudden goose bumps covered her pale arms. She hurried down the dim hallway and into the well-lit laundry room.
Ka-chunk, Ka-chunk, Ka-chunk.
Ashley could hear one of the old machines already running as she entered the room. The laundry room was ringed with washers and dryers. The type of top loading machines that had fallen out of favor years ago but could still be purchased cheaply. In the center of the room was one massive sorting table that everyone was expected to use. Ashley looked around but didn't see the owner of the running machine.
"Weird." There was almost never anyone here this late at night.
Ashley dumped her clothes on the table and began sorting through her garments. She sorted the heavier clothing out first. Most of her skirts and shorts were tossed into the washer. Ashley turned back to the pile of clothing and sorted through the rest. She threw all of her whites into a second machine, mostly socks and tight cotton shirts. The laundry room is deserted, might as well speed this up, she thought. Her colored clothes and delicates were left sorted into their own piles on the table, ready for the second load. She dumped some laundry detergent into the little plastic holder on both of the machines and closed the doors.
She pulled her student ID out and put it up against the reader. She waited for the telltale beep that would automatically pull funds out of her student account, because everything cost money in college. The reader flashed red and refused to start when she hit the button. Ashley frowned and leaned over the machine to see what the dim LED display was saying. She bent at the waist, exposing her luxurious bottom to the open door. Her tight shorts strained against her bubble butt. The machine read "error," she tried her ID card again.
"Fuck." She said.
The mechanical whine of the first machine clouded her hearing, making her oblivious to her surroundings. She didn't even hear the men come in.
"Hey little mama, where did you come from?" Said a masculine voice behind her.
Ashley awkwardly jumped at the voice. Her hand flew to her chest and she spun around to face the new arrivals. There in front of her were two black men standing in the doorway. One tall and thin, wearing a sports jersey and sagging pants. The other was short and stocky, his muscular chest barely contained in his compression shirt.
The tall one stepped into the room and looked her up and down again. "See, I don't know what it was but I knew it was a good idea to come down here.
"Good night for doing laundry." The short one agreed, drinking in the sight of the blonde white girl before him.
"That's what I'm saying." The tall one said while still advancing on Ashley.
"Yeah it is." Was all Ashley could muster, still off balance at the men's sudden arrival. She took a hesitant step back. Her ass bumped against the sorting table.
The tall black man had closed the distance between them and stood a couple of feet away. He continued to look at Ashley, directing the conversation straight to her tits. He made no attempt to hide what parts of her figure he was admiring as his eyes bore holes in her top. The shorter more muscular man had stayed by the door. Not blocking the entrance, per se but certainly making his presence in the doorway clear as day.
"Hey, I seen you somewhere before?" The tall one asked.
"Can't say that we've met." Suddenly nervous, she crossed her arms over her breasts.
"Oh, you'd remember me if we had." He said confidently, now looking her in the eye.
"Oh yeah." Cocky prick, she thought.
"I'd definitely have remembered a fine piece of ass like you." The short one said from the doorway.
"I'm sure we haven't met." Ashley said again.
"Nah, I didn't say we'd met, I said I've seen you somewhere before." The man got into her personal space, way into her personal space. He got as close as he could to Ashley without actually touching her, less than a foot. Ashley could vaguely smell weed on his clothing. He leaned over her small frame and reached past her, ruffling through her pile of underwear. "What, you don't wear bras?"
Ashley flushed and turned away from the man. Her large bubble butt bumped into his crotch with the motion, further embarrassing Ashley. She went back to her washing machine, hiding her face in the process. She didn't feel like explaining class dress code to him and she certainly wouldn't mention that her butt had just bumped into a large mass in his jeans. It might encourage him and she felt weird about being alone and isolated down here with these two men.
She shrugged, not looking behind her. "I don't like bras. They make me feel so hot and sweaty."
"You hear that Shorty; white girl doesn't wear bras?" The tall one called back to his friend by the door.
He looked down at one of the finest pieces of ass he had ever seen. A perfect, heart shaped bubble butt, barely contained within a tight pair of shorts. He couldn't tell if she was playing hard to get or was generally uninterested but he had a hunch. Her actions spoke louder than her words and bumping into his dick as she moved away was all the encouragement he needed.
"Probably doesn't wear panties either." He said and delivered a firm slap to her ass.
