Page 5 of Please and Tease (Sweet Treats 6)

Patty grins and then turns the corner.

“Well, I’m off to the gym. You know, they’re doing still rings today with that new trainer in town. He’s H-O-T. You should come sometime.”

I giggle. The new trainer is built and handsome, and he’s studying for his long-haul trucker license while he works with clients in the gym. Not only that, but he’s amazing with women, and quite a few girls have come back with torn panties after their personal training sessions with him.

“I will!” I call out. “Enjoy yourself!”

With one last wave, Patty disappears around the corner and I continue hauling my basket to the laundromat. That’s so weird. Patty hasn’t been out on a date in three nights, whereas I’ve been out three nights in a row. I wonder what that’s about? But right now, I have a giant load of laundry on my hands, and it’s time to get these clothes clean.

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Aaron

My friend and I look at one another.

“Fuck, it’s filthy,” Andrew groans. “We’re going to have to head to the laundromat ASAP.”

“Serves you right for wanting to drive ATVs,” I say.

Andrew just rolls his eyes.

“It’s not the driving part that got fucked up,” he says. “It’s the fact that I crashed! Then mud got everywhere, and I swear, there’s animal shit on my shirt now.”

I shrug.

“Yeah, there probably is because you stink to high heaven. But whose fault is it that you’re a lousy driver? Next time, keep your eyes on the road.”

Andrew raises his hand in a mock-fist, but then he lowers it and we both laugh. Neither of us is really pissed at the other. Accidents happen, and ATV driving isn’t exactly the safest thing you can do in the world. Skidding through forests at sixty miles an hour is dangerous, especially if you’ve been drinking hard the night before.

But Andrew and I like to play it fast and loose. It’s just the way we are. We’re long haul truckers, and we’re very safe when it comes to our jobs. We take care of our loads and are always on-time and sober.

But when it comes to our personal lives, we like to let off steam. ATV-ing through the forest is just the latest in a long line of thrill-seeking hobbies. We’ve also done bungee-jumping, kite-boarding, and our latest obsession: BASE-jumping. You literally put yourself wingsuit, and hurl yourself off a tall structure. It could be a mountain, but it could also be a man-made masterpiece like a skyscraper or a bridge. Then, while in descent, you open the wings of the batsuit and hopefully land in one piece. The key word is “hopeful.” It’s not guaranteed that you’ll come out alive, but that’s what we love about it. The thrill. The rush, and the chance that you might come out with scrambled eggs for brains.

“Goddammit. There’s shit all over me. Do you want to head to the laundromat?” Andrew asks, brushing at something gross on his shirt.

I shake my head.

“No, not really. But we have to. We stink and our clothes stink too. We’re walking pariahs right now.”

Andrew nods.

“Well, we could just give this stuff to the Lodge’s laundry service.”

I nod.

“Yeah, we could, but we’re not going to because we’re not like that. This shit has animal shit on it. It’s rude to give it to the staff without trying to clean it yourself first a little. I mean, they get paid well, but they’re not paid that much. This is going above and beyond, and will require some real sacrifice on their part. Come on, let’s get to the laundromat.”

Andrew rolls his eyes and grabs his gear.

“Can’t we just tip them more during the holidays? They’re the ones who are experts at this kind of thing.” I shake my head, and he snorts. “Okay fine. We’ll throw it in for a cycle, but then we’re pulling this shit out and giving it to the professional staff. You and I aren’t exactly great at doing laundry.”

Now it’s my turn to grimace.

“Who needs to be great at doing laundry? These machines are the same. You just throw your stuff in, add some detergent, and then press “Start.” There’s no magic to it. Come on, asshole. Let’s go.”

We josh one another while descending the stars to the basement, but we both know this is no regular laundromat. Sure, people can use the machines to get their clothes clean, but these machines are special. They’ve been modified by the Lodge so that they not only deliver clean garments, but they also deliver pleasure. There are all sorts of implements that you can attach to the laundry machines to get the ride of your life.

After all, Dads and Daughters specializes in hedonism. The club is a dirty daughter swapping club, and they take that experience to the max. To be honest, my friend and I are still learning new things every day about the Lodge because we haven’t been members long. We only just started in the long-haul trucking industry, after careers as pro baseball players. It was tough being in the Minor Leagues, and sadly, we didn’t make it to the Majors. Now, working as long-haul truck drivers is a dream. The hours are brutal, but it pays really well, and we’re making money hand over fist.

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