Serviced At The Laundromat

When my father told me that it was time to learn the family business, I was confused. I’d been going to the laundromat for years; I knew the business. But he insisted it was time for me to get into “management” as he called it.

Little did I know what my mother had been doing all these years to help put food on the table.

This gave a whole new meaning to me for the phrase, “Service with a smile.”

Trigger Warnings: Virginity issues, paying for sex, Age-Gap

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Approx 20 pages