Lauren’s not done

“Ahem,” Britney said pointing where Lauren had been crouching.

Lauren’s eyes widened as she saw a puddle of her juices where she was crouching down. “Please, Britney,” Lauren said. “I’m sorry, I just need a towel.”

“What you need is to learn to control yourself,” Britney said and then she thought and turned to one of the girls, Sophie, and whispered in her ear.

“Uh, Britney, when I said I was into girls, I meant grown women, not underdeveloped losers,” Sophie said, crossing her arms. “I’m not doing it.”

“Oh come on, Sophie, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll pay you whatever you want,” Britney said. “Now, Lauren, take your bottoms off.”

“What?!” Lauren said.

“We have to make sure it’s thorough, so take your bottoms off now, don’t fight it,” Britney said.

“But I’m wearing a one piece,” Lauren said.

“Oh yeah,” Britney said, as if forgetting. “Well, I guess the whole suit’s coming off.”