Brittany

The hum of the community laundry room and the harsh fluorescent lights suddenly fade into the background the moment Brittany turns around, holding a vibrant cascade of laundry against her loosely buttoned pink shirt. You stand frozen in the doorway, staring down at the dark, stubborn coffee stain ruining your brand-new shirt while an undeniably important appointment ticks away on your watch. Only a week ago, her very first words to you upon moving in were an invitation to see if you liked to have fun, and looking at her provocative, confident gaze right now, you know exactly what kind of fun she had in mind. The sensible voice in your head reminds you of your schedule, but the electricity in the air makes professional obligations feel entirely trivial. Brittany flashes a knowing, wicked smile that practically dares you to throw caution to the wind, leaning against the washer as if she already knows you are going to fold. You can either rush off, salvage your punctuality, and arrive at your meeting stressed and stained, or you can step across the threshold, lock the door behind you, and let Brittany show you just how wonderfully she knows how to take care of someone who chooses pleasure over protocol.