A Pressing Question 1

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Chardonnay called Curia-DD onto the stage. "Let's have a big hand for Denise! Say, what brought you in here today, Denise?"

"Oh! I really liked those canvas posters on the outside of the tent. They're so colorful- could you tell me how you made them?"

"Oh? Why, thank you, Denise- you know, I think I can do better than that. I can show you- and actually, you can help me!" Chardonnay started to wheel out an old style washtub. "This might get messy, so better remove anything you don't want damaged."

With a wink to the audience, Denise kicked off her shoes, then took off her jeans and top, standing in her bra and panties as several audience members whistled appreciatively. The magicienne finished pulling her washer into place and Denise peered inside it as Chardonnay stirred the agitator.

"Now what?" the volunteer asked, curiously.

"Could you help me push the canvas down in the wash?"

Denise laughed, "There's no way I can reach it from here!"

Chardonnay smiled. "Maybe pretend you're crushing grapes? I know you're familiar with the end result, I think you've had a few glasses tonight."

"What- climb in?"

"Sure! You're already dressed for it- and I did say it'd get messy, didn't I?"

Denise reached in and felt the water. "Warm, but feels a bit weird. What's in it?"

"Just some sizing and stiffener."

Denise thought for a moment. "Oh, I am so not ruining this underwear- you know how long it takes me to find a bra that fits well?" She stepped behind the washer, and slid her panties down her legs, kicked them off, then unclasped her bra and let it slide down her arms, before pulling herself up and sliding into the washer. "Oh, warm and squishy! That feels nice!"

Chardonnay swung the wringer around to the front. "Here, feed the canvas through, won't you?"

Denise laughed, and swung her legs up to sit on the edge of the wash. She poked her toes against the wringer, giggling a bit.

Chardonnay turned the crank, and her volunteer's toes slipped between the rollers. "Hey! That's not canvas!"

"I know, Denise- but you'll work just fine for demonstration purposes as well." The magicienne turned the crank further, and her victim's feet emerged from the far side of the two rubber cylinders pressing them together.

Denise laughed. "Hey! That tickles! My feet are all tingly!"

"And they're pressed and dry as well!" Chardonnay kept turning the crank.

Chardonnay's curious volunteer craned her neck, looking at her feet, and now calves, as they were pulled through, emerging quite flat through the wringer.

To be continued...