All work and no play

[AnnieD]

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Appearance: http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j341/bubblegumcrush/tumblr_luu3p9PVDx1qefm89o1_500.jpg
Name: Alyssa Myles
Age: 20
Height: 5'7"

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The room was almost painfully quiet, the kind of absence of noise that makes you forget what your own voice sounds like. I'm not sure what I should have expected, I mean it was Saturday night and I was here alone at 11:48 PM...in my dorm's laundry room. And I suppose that I had some company here - namely, the heavy washing machines and dryers, which practically were the walls of this place. I must admit, although my residence was clean, proper and pretty elegant, these four walls did not match that appearance at all. If someone were to simply just look at this room and not venture off into the university campus, or even the residence building, they would think that I resided in a run down neighborhood in Detroit.

The heat in this room used to kill me. I mean, I'm not sure what gives off this amount of unpleasant warmth - perhaps because of the nearby boiler room? Anyway, that's besides the point. Recently, I've developed this tendency to go through this routine wearing simply my underwear...and a pair of high heels. I wasn't looking for attention, mind you - otherwise I wouldn't be here at this hour of the night.

My name is Alyssa Myles. I'm a second year student here in the University of New York, studying Forensic Science. I'm lucky to have been born in this city, I think. I regularly meet international students who come from all over the globe and find themselves lost in this incredible city. I find myself under most evenings studying away, trying to grab hold of any scholarship available. That doesn't mean that my social life is completely non-existent; I do have my share of admirers. Still, I'd rather spend my free time in the library, rather than go do something absolutely childish, such as binge drinking.

Most of my friends thought that I was being silly a good portion of the time - that there should be this balance between play and work. What is more, they would from time to time claim to be jealous of my own body - telling me that I have filled up perfectly in all the right spots, essentially. Still, I had my heart set on achieving the most I possibly could in life.

Suddenly, however, I found my thoughts cut off short as I placed my clothes in the dryer. It seemed to me that I heard a far off sound of a door opening. Someone coming to wash their clothes at this hour? Then it hit me - my attire. Good lord, I wonder what this person would think of me being like this...

(I need a male writer capable to writing detailed posts and playing as a confident, dominant male character. If you're interested, please PM me. Thanks! )

 

[VanishingAct2]

Josh trudged down the hall, lugging along something like 3 weeks worth of dirty clothes. He had finally managed to dig himself out of the pile of schoolwork and overcome a crippling procrastination and bring himself to do laundry.

And not a moment too soon...he was out of underwear! He'd had to scrape the bottom of the drawers to find an old pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to make himself presentable enough to walk down to the dorm laundry room.

Keeping up with basic chores had become difficult for Josh as he entered his senior year. All of a sudden the giant-lecture-hall, sleep-through-class, read the book the night before and make an A classes had given way to actual, genuine work. So now, even the great Josh Franklin, who had previously never done anything that could really be called "studying" his entire life, was up half the night working to make sure his grades were good enough to keep his scholarship.

Which meant, among other things, that he was doing laundry at midnight. While his friends, who couldn't care less about their grades, were all out partying. Josh, who turned 21 back in August, had barely had a chance to set foot in a bar.

Yawning, thinking about when he'd next get to go out and have a drink (and maybe, *gasp!*, meet a girl!), and generally contemplating if life got any easier after college, Josh attempted to open the door of the laundry room, which was no easy task considering the precarious pile of boxers, jeans, and v-necks he had perched on his hip.

 

[AnnieD]

It was no use, as whoever was coming in was essentially blocking the only exist. I was embarrassed, to say the least, that whoever was to arrive who see me simply in my bra and silk panties. I was not so anxious by the anticipation that another student would arrive - but if it was the dean, or someone of authority. Being kicked out from school is absolutely not an option for me. In the meantime, I figured that there was no used worrying and hopefully, it wasn't anyone who could potentially get me into trouble...

Then, as my heart leaped, someone entered the room. It was a man, around my age, so in my head I released a sigh of relief. "Um, hi." I said, trying not to seem nervous, or even scared. "Doing laundry too?"

 

[UnfetteredMale]

sorry i missed this one

 

[VanishingAct2]

Um, hi....Doing laundry too?"

Oh, my....Josh had just stumbled into the laundry room to see this co-ed goddess washing clothes in her bra and panties. And who says stuff like this only happens in porn? was his first wild thought.

As he realized that this was, in fact, actually happening, he could feel his face flushing as he stammered, "Oh my God, I'm so....I'm sorry, I was just...I'll just...." He tried his best to make a point of averting his eyes (though he was pretty obviously trying not to stare). "I'llJustComeBackLater" he finally managed, before turning quickly to leave.