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She tried to follow Cass’s instructions but she didn’t really own anything “casual”.

As she walked down Ditmars Boulevard toward Steinway Street, she was suddenly self-conscious of her outfit. It was a baggy tee-shirt that she had french-tucked into tight black jeans. It was the only pair she owned and she had bought them before college graduation.

She walked down each block, noticing each restaurant. Three sushi places in a three block radius, lots of bars, some Greek, and some Halal. She was starting to think Queens might have something to it.

She turned down Steinway Street and walked until she spotted the only green awning for two blocks. Her eyebrows furrowed as she read the sign: Laundromat.

Sure enough, as she crossed the street, Ari spotted Cass standing outside of an actual laundromat with a granny cart full of clothes. She excitedly waved Ari down and smiled.

“Please tell me this is some wild speak-easy…” Ari said as she looked at Cass’s cart.

“A speak-easy that needs me to bring my dirty laundry?” Cass questioned.

Ari shrugged, “Maybe it's metaphorical laundry.”

Cass laughed and went in for a hug, this time Ari was loose. She even squeezed Cass back, feeling her groan under her strength.

“Alrighty, in we go,” Cass said as she backed herself and the cart up the small step and into the storefront.

Ari reached down and lifted the front wheels over the edge.

“Thanks,” Cass said.

Cass immediately started loading up a large machine while Ari looked around. It was one of the nicer laundromats she’d ever seen. The bright, white subway tile interspersed with a warm green tile to give the place some character.

Ari watched Cass throw her clothes, unseparated, into the machine. Her no makeup face somehow looked even more stunning under the harsh, typically unflattering lighting.

Since she was distracted, Ari gave herself permission to look at Cass’s body. She wore a pair of booty shorts, too tight to wear outside of the house but clearly a comfort item from many years ago. Her ass poked out from under the fabric, Ari finally seeing the crease created between where Cass’s ass met her thighs.

Ari’s heart raced at her gorgeous, tight, and shockingly ample ass. Her eyes followed down her legs, her thighs soft and her calves toned. She wondered what it might feel like to feel Cass’s thighs squeezing her head with pleasure as Ari tasted her.

“Alright, let’s chill,” Cass said as she started the machine, loading in four dollars worth of quarters.

It took a moment for Ari’s eyes to lift as Cass turned her attention.

Cass licked her teeth as she watched Ari meet her gaze. She raised an eyebrow at Ari.

Naughty, Ari could basically read Cass’s thoughts.

Cass led them to the back of the laundromat, where the folding tables and two massage chairs sat. She grabbed Ari’s hand and held it as she walked toward the dryers. Ari’s hand was dangerously close to Cass’s ass, and she was certain that was no accident on Cass’s part.

Taking a seat, Cass tapped the cushion of the neighboring chair.

Ari sat down, eyeing the attendant before doing so.

“Are you sure it’s okay to sit here? We’re not even paying for the massage,” Ari asked.

Cass chuckled and looked around the laundromat, “I mean, they don’t seem in high demand.”

Ari exhaled a laugh and nodded.

“How was your day?” Ari asked, turning to look at Cass.

Cass nodded, “Um, it was okay. My boss is an idiot.”

“Really?” Ari asked.

“Off the record, obviously,” Cass said before continuing, “I just think I could manage the studios better but he’s the post-production coordinator for almost every project I’m on.”