When the girls invited Lucy to go shopping with them, she had agreed, of course. She could always use some time out with them. What she wasn't expecting, though, was that they would be shopping at Victoria's Secret.
She then spent the next hour explaining to them that she in face did not need any sexy underwear, as she was most definitely single (as she chose to be, she insisted).
Well then. She was definitely regretting that decision now.
It was so silent you could have heard a pin drop- well, aside from the various washers and dryers running inside the laundry mat around them. Lucy gripped her laundry basket like a lifeline as her hot neighbor (how had she never noticed they went to the same laundry mat?!) knelt on one knee in front of her, offering up the pair of panties that had fallen from her load as she carried the clothes away from the dryer.
Anything would be better than the cotton embarrassment he was holding out to her (for an uncertain full minute now as the crushing weight of awkwardness pressed down on them). They were white, with little yellow duckies on them and cute lace fringe around the waist. Y'know, cute for a five year old.
He cleared his throat and then stood, unceremoniously dropping the offensive article of clothing back on top of her pile before shuffling away awkwardly to the chair where he had been waiting on his own laundry.
Lucy swallowed hard and turned back towards the door, opening it with her back and exiting the building. She spotted a garbage can and without a second thought, disposed of the horrific undergarments and made a mental note to run by Victoria's Secret on the way home.
About five minutes later, a certain pink-haired panty snatcher gathered his own laundry from the dryer in a black garbage sack and headed out the door. As he passed the garbage can, he spotted something white and frilly. Leaning in for a closer look, he recognized the item as the very same panties from earlier and smirked to himself. Of course a weirdo like her would throw perfectly good panties away.
Without bravado, he reached into the garbage can- thankful that no liquids or messy substances had been placed in it before or after the placing of the panties- and examined them once more, before shoving them into his pants pocket and strolling along to his car.
Lucy stared in shock from her place at the vending machine outside the building as he walked to his car like nothing had happened, oblivious to her presence.
Did he seriously just...?
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...maybe she wouldn't need that sexy underwear after all...