Minnie had no intention of washing the dirty, smelly jockstrap herself, so she directed the shop's newest hire, Jimmy, to do the honors.
A student at the local community college, Jimmy worked at the Thrift Shop to help pay off his tuition. A redhead with pale skin and green eyes, he often volunteered to arrange artistic window showcases to attract customers to the shop. When Minnie assigned him the job of washing the donated jockstrap, he didn't complain. He already had an idea in mind for using the jockstrap as part of a new display featuring the shop's only male mannequin.
He took the jockstrap to the sink in the men's room, ran some hot water into the basin, squirted some liquid soap onto the cotton pouch, and thrust the protective athletic gear into the soapy water just as Ryan tried to get his attention.
"Hey," Ryan tried to call out. "Glug, glug, glug."
Jimmy scrubbed Ryan's cotton body with his fingers, working the soap deep into the cotton fabric. Ryan squirmed and moaned at the way the college student kneaded his fabric form. After a couple of minutes of scrubbing, Jimmy drained the sink and ran fresh, hot water into the basin, rinsing Ryan beneath the stream of water from the spigot.
"Glug, glug, glug," Ryan kept having his efforts at communication thwarted by Jimmy's determination to leave the donated jockstrap as good as new in order to serve as the focal point of a new window display.
Ryan felt hands lift him from the water, leaving him dripping but clean. Jimmy wrung out the cotton pouch, forcing out the water with a couple of forceful squeezes. Ryan moaned and writhed at the way the wringing felt to his jockstrap body.
Jimmy carried the limp jockstrap from the men's room to the storage area with the nude plastic male mannequin and went to work stretching and posing the jockstrap over the mannequin's smooth crotch. He wasn't satisfied by the lackluster look of the pouch, so he reached for a pair of socks in the shop inventory, balled them up, and stuffed them into the jockstrap's pouch.
"Wait....wutUfinkewerdoin?" Ryan felt his pouch stuffed with the balled socks, making him feel gagged.
"Now you look hot," Jimmy said aloud to his handiwork on the mannequin.
He took the mannequin under his arm and carried it to the front of the store. Together with donated balls for soccer, football, and softball, he began fashioning a sports-themed display.
Minnie finally took notice and wrinkled her nose at the scene. "Not bad," she said, which coming from her represented high praise. She stared for a moment longer at the pouch, thinking the mannequin looked more than adequately endowed. She poked the jockstrap and discovered Jimmy's subterfuge.
Jimmy gave her a smirk. "What? It will get the attention of all my fellow gay guys."