With the wash going, Marie listlessly thumbed through a magazine. She heard the squeaking of a shopping cart approaching the laundry room. A woman Marie knew only by sight came into the room. They nodded vaguely at each other. The other woman was six feet tall with water-bag tits and an ass like the rear of a wagon train. Her angular yet fleshy face was topped with short, stiff black lacquered bangs. Marie watched her unload her laundry. She wore a sleeveless, faded floral print blouse and tight dark orange clam diggers. Marie saw the outline of her panties right through the clam diggers. Marie was disgusted. A woman built like that should wear a chemise. Then Marie looked down at her own clothes. She knew her own dark red slacks showed the outline of her underwear, that her slacks were an advertisement for her own fat ass. Her bra was visible through the armholes of her own sleeveless blouse. Her own hair was as falsely shellacked black. Marie felt like she couldn't stand up. She felt intense embarrassment about herself. Tommy was tall, lean, with a flat cowboy belly, deep chest, long, muscular arms. She pressed her fingers into her flabby paunch and felt nauseated. The other woman walked past her to the dryers. She was chewing something, reminded Marie of a cow. She imagined that woman having sex, grunting and squealing like a pig. A cow. A pig. She thought of that woman having sex with Tommy, moaning and slobbering. Tommy's small ass bouncing and rolling like a pile driver, that woman, gasping and groaning, spreading her treelike legs as far apart as they would go, digging her nails into his broad, smooth back, pulling his hair, grabbing his ass, making him drive into her deeper and deeper, trembling and gushing come.

Marie stood on shaky legs and in a dazed state headed toward Jack Cutler.

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Jack Cutler was in heaven, his two favorite women were in the laundry room. First Marie, with her nice fat ass and roly-poly tits, then Helen, his goddess, who had the biggest tits in the whole world and an enormous ass that couldn't help but quiver every time she took a step. His dream fantasy was to have Helen come into the laundry, take off all her clothes, throw them in the machine, then walk around the room naked until they were done. Now that Marie and Helen were down here together he imagined both of them dumping their clothes into machines and both of them walking around naked. First he imagined them walking around the machines in opposite directions, then he imagined them walking around the machines arm in arm, four joggling titties, two jiggling tushies. Just as Jack was about to fall off his chair in a swoon he noticed Marie walking toward him. He looked around him to see if maybe she'd left her cart or her coat nearby. There was nothing around him but him. Maybe she needed another quarter. Her face was flushed, her steps a little unsteady. Maybe she was drunk or had that virus that was going around. He didn't want her to come near, she was disrupting the fantasy.