Lauren is at their mercy

"Little girl, enough is enough," chided an exasperated Mrs. Helmsworth. "Take off that dress! This instant, missy! It CLEARLY doesn't belong to you. We need to examine your rash!"

Lauren's eyes darted around the room. She saw Martha, Steve and Lucy... OMG!! They were grinning at her, licking their lips and reaching for their iPhones. (Martha gestured at her own breasts, then pointed at Lauren's; Steve instantly roared with laughter.)

Shit!

Without her European spiked heels, everyone else was so much taller than her... Lauren felt tiny and childlike. Worst of all, she could read their minds: They were ALL awaiting the moment of their victory... and her ultimate humiliation: The moment when the infamous Ice Queen would bow her head, strip naked while they watched and cheered, stand before them humbled and bare... and reveal her body.

All of her body.

EVERYTHING.

Every.

Last.

Secret.

Detail.

Lauren gulped. Droplets of perspiration were cascading from her forehead.

"But... but..."

"Now!" Mrs. Helmsworth demanded. "STRIP!"

"But... but..."

"NOW!!"

"Please... I... I have something to say," Lauren whispered.

"What is it?"

"I... am not a little girl."

"Huh?"

"I'm... I'm... I'm Lauren! I'M LAUREN!"

She had done it. She had finally told the truth to Mrs. Helmsworth. Oh, God! Admitting the truth to her senile old boss was HORRIBLE - especially without the protective shield of her padded bra, heels or makeup - but it was still better than stripping naked in front of her rivals! Lord Almighty... if they **** her to strip naked...

That would be BEYOND humiliating. It would be a fate worse than ****.

"Wait. You're Lauren? ...Seriously?"

The old woman narrowed her eyes, staring intently. A flicker of recognition seemed to alter her expression from angry to confused. But then she shook her head.

"That's preposterous! I mean, look at your body! Lauren has an hourglass figure! She's tall, gorgeous, mature and womanly! And you are... well... you're just an underdeveloped little kid! With no breasts - no ANYTHING!"

Martha snickered.

"I... I know how this looks," whispered Lauren. "But -"

"Mrs. Helmworth, she's lying! Lauren left the hotel half-an-hour ago," Lucy Lipps earnestly insisted. "Lauren asked for her clothes back from this naughty girl. She asked very, very nicely! ...But this little imp refused!"

"What?!" gasped the Ice Queen. "N - No!"

"Poor Lauren had to drive back home in that skimpy bikini," Miss Lipps continued. "I feel so bad for her. With Lauren's amazing, all-natural body >snicker< being **** to get out of her car and walk around her street in such a revealing outfit... gosh, that must've been awful! All the boys must've been going crazy, seeing her >snicker< like that! She's a good sport, but we simply can't let this kid get away with stealing her clothes!"

Mrs. Helmsworth nodded in agreement. She then looked back at Lauren... and she certainly wasn't smiling.

"Take off the dress, little girl. No more fooling around."

"But... I *AM* Lauren! I am, I am, I AM!! Please, you have to believe me!"

"Oh yeah?" Martha smirked. "If you're really Lauren, then what happened to your big breasts? Did they suddenly vanish? C'mon, TELL US!"

Lauren turned beet red, and her eyes began to swell with tears.

"You know why, Martha!" begged the Ice Queen. "Don't... don't make me say it!"

"Noooo, I have no idea!" Martha giggled. "So what happened to your biiiiiig bouncy breasts?"

Lauren stomped her feet and clenched her fists. Finally, she spat out:

"I... I stuff my bra! ...Okay?! Damn you, Martha! Is that what you wanted to hear?! I STUFF MY BRA!"

"Oh, isn't that interesting!" Martha teased. "And what happened to your tushy?"

"What?!"

"Your tushy," giggled Martha. "It used to be round and perfect! Now it looks like all shriveled up -like a freeze-dried turnip! Hee, hee!"

Lauren's fingers were trembling with rage. How DARE that impudent, wig-wearing monkey!

"SHUDDUP, MARTHA!! YOU STUPID, UGLY -"

"Tsk, tsk," Mrs. Helmsworth interjected. "No name-calling! Answer her question, dear: If you're REALLY Lauren, then what in the world happened to your butt? You have to admit, it looks very different.

"I wear... I... I wear padded panties! Okay?!"

Mrs. Helmworth was confused.

"You do? Like... really? Lauren, is that really you...? Your breasts and butt... it's all just... tissue paper and padding?"

"Yes!" sobbed the girl. "It was my secret! Nobody was supposed to know!"

"Aw, nice try," Miss Lipps retorted. "Mrs. Helmsworth, look how small and scrawny she is! Hee, hee! She'd need a LOT of stuffing and padding! Just LOOK at her! She has the body of a Cabbage Patch Doll! Her tummy sticks out further than her tits! That's no woman... that's a shapeless little girl!"

"SHUDDUP, LUCY! I - I'M NOT THAT SMALL! I'M A BIG GIRL! A BIG GIRL! A BIIIIG GIIIIRL!"

Lauren was so fucking pissed, she stomped her feet and waved her fists... but unfortunately, this only made her seem even MORE immature in the eyes of Mrs. Helmsworth.

...Like she was an itsy-bitsy child throwing a temper tantrum, because her Mommy wouldn't buy her the Barbie she wanted.

"Oh, my! What was I thinking! Yes, Lucy... you are right. Obviously, this is NOT Lauren. Alright, let's end this charade: Kid, take off that dress! Right now, while we all watch!"

Lauren was fuming!

"No! You - you can't make me! I'm an adult, dammit! I'll - I'll sue!"

"Well, if she's threatening to sue, we should probably film this," Steve recommended. "That way we'll have proof that we acted appropriately. Har, har! We should take a lot of pictures!"

"NOOOO!!"

"Yes," agreed Martha. "And just to be on the safe side, we should invite the other employees to come watch. You know... so we'll have plenty of eye witnesses! Hee, hee!"

All the blood rushed to Lauren's face. Pictures! Witnesses! Everyone watching!

"Martha, listen carefully, you bitch!" Lauren snarled in a low, deep voice - a voice too low for the hard-of-hearing Mrs. Helmsworth to detect. "If any employee comes into this room - anyone at all - I'm gonna email EVERYONE the link on the website of you stripping naked in the lobby and dancing like a bald-headed baboon! Got it?"

The smile vanished from Martha's mouth.

"Mrs. Helmsworth, I cannot remove the dress," Lauren calmly explained. "Legally, you can't **** me to strip - not without my parent's permission - since I'm a MINOR! Do I make myself clear? That's right: If I'm a minor, you can't **** me to do anything without parental approval. Ha! I figured out a loophole! So let me GO, you old bat! Open the door!"

Martha and Steve were flustered, and even Mrs. Helmsworth seemed perplexed.

Lauren smirked at Martha, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest.

"Mess with the bull, and you're gonna get gored, you stupid monkey!" she snarled under her breath.

Martha began to whimper. Fuck! It was happening again: The great and powerful Ice Queen was going to walk away unscathed.

Lauren wins. They lose.

Dammit!! It was so unfair...

That's when Miss Lipps spoke:

"Actually, Mrs. Helmsworth, if you let me add a disclaimer to the company website, then we WOULD have the legal right to strip her... for her own good, of course! Something like, 'The hotel reserves the right to apply medical care to minors in emergency situations.' ...And while I'm adding the disclaimer, I could also delete some older, unnecessary links from the site. You know... tidy it up. There are some old videos that are slowing down the bandwidth."

Miss Lipps slyly winked at Martha.

"NOOOO!" Lauren screamed.

If those links were deleted - the videos of Miss Lipps and Martha without their clothes - oh, God! Her leverage! Her **** material! It was about to go up in smoke!

Without those links... Lauren had nothing.

"Excellent idea," agreed Mrs. Helmsworth. "Lauren usually runs the website, but she's not available at the moment... Here's the passcode. Thanks, Lucy!"

Miss Lipps giggled while sitting behind the computer, typing away. All eyes soon returned to Lauren.

"For the last time," ordered the old boss, "take off your dress!"

Lauren hung her head and curled her toes... she felt like a criminal, being surrounded by the police. Her stomach was doing flip-flops. A teardrop streaked down her face.

"But... but I don't have a bra on! You can't make me take off my dress if I don't have a bra!"

"That's okay, sweetie," smiled Martha. "You don't need a bra. Your tits are the size of mosquito bites."

Lauren's jaw dropped.

"But... I... I also don't have any panties!"

"That's okay, sweetie. It's not like you're a REAL woman yet. Nobody minds it when a shapeless little kid has to undress. Hee, hee!"

The Ice Queen was on the verge of collapsing. Her knees were buckling and her tiny hands were trembling.

"But.. but... you can't make me take off all my clothes! You - you can't! Not... not with a BOY watching! Please... have mercy on me, Martha! PLEASE! ...Make Steve leave! At least give me that!"

"Tsk, tsk," chided Mrs. Helmsworth. "Steve is a professional employee of this hotel. Trust me, for him, seeing a plump little girl without her clothes is no big deal."

"But..."

"Now take off that dress," the old woman demanded. "Or I'll take it off for you!"

"Okay!" sobbed Lauren. "O - okay!"

Checkmate. The game was over.

Over.

It was the moment of truth.

Lauren pulled her dress over her head and let it fall to the floor.

She was naked.

Completely, 100 percent naked.

No heels. No clothes. No padding. Not even any makeup.

She was as naked as the day she was born... standing face-to-face with her boss and her coworkers.

Her skinny legs and wiry thighs. Her plump, round tummy. Her pink, hairless pussy and mosquito bite nipples.

All of her.

"See?" Miss Lipps laughed. "Is there any doubt she's a little kid? Ha, ha, ha!!"

Lauren opened her mouth yet again... but no sound came out.

"Yes, what was I thinking?" agreed the old boss. "She sounded so convincing... but just LOOK at her!"

Shell-shocked, Lauren turned to Martha and Steve: The blonde-haired girl was grinning from ear-to-ear, raking her eyes over EVERY inch of her body, memorizing all the humiliating details! She saw Martha stare at her titties... stare at her tummy... stare at her bald vagina.

And Steve... oh, no.

OH, NO!!

He was filming her!

Click, Click, Click!

"EEK!" squealed Lauren.

She quickly crouched low and covered her titties with her left arm, crossed her legs, and hid her hairless pussy beneath her right arm.

"STOP FILMING! STOP FILMING!"

It was her worst nightmare: Her nudity was being recorded... by STEVE!

Her bare ass was pointing at the wall, and her puny arms weren't nearly enough to protect her modesty. She had never felt so exposed in her life!

Click, Click, Click!

"PLEASE! STOP FILMING ME! PLEASE!"

"Oh, enough with the hysterics," Mrs. Helmsworth reprimanded. "You don't have anything worth hiding anyway. Put your arms down and stand up straight, so we can evaluate your rash."

"But... but I'm Lauren!" she blubbered. "I'm 20-years-old! I'm the sexiest woman in the city!"

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!

Lauren could only stand there naked... while everyone pointed and laughed. She was shivering from head to toe...

"Put your arms down and stand up straight," ordered Mrs. Helmsworth, "or I'll give Martha permission to spank your scrawny butt!"

"Y... yes, ma'am!" Lauren pathetically whimpered, bowing her head like a scared little puppy.

She lowered her arms, slowly revealing her small nipples and nonexistant cleavage. Then her other arm was lowered, displaying her pink, puffy privates... and she stood up as tall as she could.

Once again, she was totally exposed.

Steve was still filming.

Click, Click, Click!

"Wow!" giggled Martha. "Just... WOW!

"I know!" Steve laughed. "I can't believe I'm getting this all on film!"

"For legal reasons, make sure you record her from every angle," directed Mrs. Helmsworth. "And we'll invite extra witneses in a few minutes. Employees... janitors... office workers... interns... whoever is free."

Lauren's brain was overloaded. It... it was too much. She was standing in front of these LOSERS in nothing but her birthday suit! All of her makeup... all of her clothes... all of her vanity had been systematically shredded.

There she was.

She could only stand there and shiver, with her hands by her sides, naked and helpless... with all her secrets exposed.

"Not only does she lack any cleavage," Steve happily pounted out, "but even her nipples are tiny! Barely the size of pimples! Ha, ha, ha!"

"Yes, but her tummy isn't tiny!" Martha giggled. "Hee, hee!"

Lauren tried to suck-in her belly... but alas, it didn't even budge.

"Her vay-jay is so bald and puffy," Miss Lipps marveled. "I've never seen anything like it!"

Lauren jutted out her lower lip in a sad little pout... and her tummy stuck out even further. Her breathing grew heavier as she battled against her sobs - which made her bite-sized nipples dance for the crowd.

Click, Click, Click!

"Yes, you still have a small rash around your hoo-ha," Mrs. Helmsworth observed. "All those red bumps! Now turn around... let's examine your backside."

"Yes, ma'am!" Lauren wailed.

She turned around, offering her ass to her enemies.

Instantly, she could hear them chortle!

"Now we know why she wore all that padding!" laughed Martha (under her breath - but loud enough for everyone other than Mrs. Helmsworth to hear). "Hee, hee! Lauren's world-famous butt looks like a stretched-out Slinky!"

"Isn't a woman's butt supposed to be round?" Steve snorted. "That puny little butt is an upside-down triangle! Har, har!"

"NOOOO!!!!! NO IT'S NOT!!!!!"

Lauren tried to cover her ass with her hands... but Mrs. Helmsworth quickly put an end to it:

"Oh, enough with the false modesty! Remove your hands! Bend over and point your rear end at us. We need to be thorough! Steve, dear - take lots of pictures. We must document everything."

"Har, har, har!" the idiot boy laughed. "You got it! I'll be VERY thorough!"

Wailing in despair, Lauren dropped her hands, bent over, and pointed her pale little butt at Steve, so he could get a better look.

Click, Click, Click!

"Gee," Miss Lipps thoughtfully remarked, "perhaps the naughty girl should pull her cheeks open. A rash like that might >snicker< go all the way up her butt!"

"Please don't make me do that!" Lauren sobbed. "Haven't you seen enough?"

"I think Steve makes a good point!" Martha giggled. "Spread those cheeks, pee-wee! Let's take a peek at ALL your hidey-holes!"

"NOOOO! I... I refuse! Please! ...PLEEEEEASE!!!"

"No, that's not necessary," Mrs. Helmsworth finally decided. "She doesn't have to do that."

Whew! Lauren sighed in relief.

"Instead of making her spread her cheeks while standing up, it would be easier if we examined her on the changing table," the old woman continued. "That's what it's for, after all."

"WHAT?! YOU - YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!!"

But they were.

"THAT CHANGING TABLE... IT'S FOR BABIES!!"

"Yes, it is. Steve, dear... could you please carry the little girl to the changing table?"

"Har, har! You betcha, Mrs. Helmsworth!"

"NOOO!! W - WAIT..."

Lauren spun around... but by the time she turned, Steve was already there.

Only an inch away.

He was tall, fully clothed, and standing so close to her, he was violating her personal space. She could even smell his cheap aftershave... and feel the heat of his body invading her.

It stole her breath from her lungs...

There she was, as naked as a jaybird - so short without her heels, she could barely see above his neck.

"Steve..." she whispered, "please..."

But the tall boy was grinning like a lunatic. He reached for her, sliding both his hands under her armpits, deliberately positioning his fingers so his thumbs were directly on top of her small nipples.

Shamefully, her nips hardened at once.

Lauren's eyes were the size of dinner plates... and her crotch began to tingle.

Emboldened, Steve moved his thumbs in semi-circles, feeling every hot little bump that her titties had to offer.

Lauren was about to say something... when she felt herself being lifted into the air.

High into the air!

She gasped.

At first, she was eyeball-to-eyeball with Steve, who looked so smug and arrogant, it made her want to cry! He was grinning at her - like he was her superior! Like he was the sexiest man alive - and she was a diminutive, unimportant JOKE! Then she was lifted higher... so her titties (or lack thereof) were hovering in front of his face.

"Someone call the Hardy Boys!" he stupidly giggled. "It's the case of the vanishing boobies! Har, har, har! You're as flat as a board! Har, har!"

Poor Lauren could only howl in fury. Oh, the indignity of it all!

But then she was lifted even higher... and her round, plump tummy was pushing against Steve's mouth.

He leaned forward and gave her tummy a kiss! A kiss! It sent chills up her spine!

And then she was hoisted higher and higher... until her pink, puffy pussy was right in front of Steve's eyes.

Her most private part of all...

She could feel his warm, moist breath on her hairless snatch... and she could sense him sniffing her vaginal fumes.

"Remember when you swore that I'd never see you naked?" Steve whispered. "Well, here I am - with your pussy in my face! Har, har! Not only do I know what your pussy looks like... I know what it smells like! Har, har!"

Lauren was burning with humiliation... but she was helpless. Defenseless. Small. And nude.

The great and powerful Ice Queen was being held high in the air, with her bald, puffy pussy pressed near a boy's head.

Steve pushed his nose SO close up to her pussy lips, it made contact with her vaginal opening.

"OOOHHHHHH!! S - STEEEEVE!!!"

"Ew, her vagina stinks!" Steve announced. "She needs a bath!"

He then spun her around, so she was facing all the others.

"See? She's filthy!"

They were... laughing.

Laughing!

"You can clean her on the changing table," Mrs. Helmsworth said. "Shame on you, little girl! Good hygiene is important!"

"I - I'm sorry!" Lauren blubbered, being dangled naked in the hotel's babysitting room, her wiry thighs kicking softly against the breeze, and her skinny arms flailing. "Wah! Wah! I - I'm sorry!"

After holding her up in the air (for what felt like a million years), Steve gently laid Lauren on her back, atop the changing table.

Everyone soon flocked to her side, gazing down on her. FLASH went Steve's iPhone - and then it went FLASH again.

Lauren crossed her legs and hid her nipples behind her hands.

"No, no, no!" Martha admonished. "Bad baby! Straighten your legs and put down your arms!"

"I - I don't wanna!" blubbered the Ice Queen.

"Do it!" Miss Lipps demanded. "Or I'll spank your ass 'till it bleeds!"

"O... okay!" the bare little girl wailed. "Pwease don't spank me!"

She cautiously lowered her arms and extended her small legs, spreading her thighs. Her nips were pointing at the ceiling, and her puffy pussy was presented to her rivals on a silver platter.

Click, Click, Click went Steve's camera.

Lauren began to fidget.

"Pwease! Pwease! No more pictures!"

"Stop moving!" Martha ordered. "I know: Suck your thumb!"

"WHAT?!"

"Suck your thumb. Hee, hee! It'll keep your mind off things!"

"But... I'm not a baby! I'm not!"

"Could've fooled me! After all, you're naked on the changing table - with a diaper rash! Hee, hee!"

Lauren looked down at her denuded body. Dear Lord... it was TRUE!

Her entire identity as the sexy, invincible Ice Queen... her adulthood... it was all gone.

This was her now: A naked baby on the changing table.

"WAAAAAHHHH!!!"

"There, there!" Martha cooed, patting her head. "Now suck your thumb, baby! So we can clean you!"

With a sad, dejected pout, Lauren nodded her head... and began sucking her thumb.

"Good baby!" Martha giggled. "Very good! Spread your legs just a little further apart!"

Lauren nodded her head again and meekly obeyed. She was still sucking her thumb.

Click, Click, Click went Steve's camera.

"Hee, hee!" Martha snickered, whispering to Lucy Lipps. "Look how hard her nipples are! She LIKES this!"

"No doubt!" Miss Lipps answered, snickering back. "Her pussy is all wet! Ha, ha, ha!"

This only made Lauren suck her thumb even faster.

"Do you guys know what to do?" asked Mrs. Helmsworth. "You know how to clean her?"

"Absolutely! We clean babies all the time!"

Martha grabbed Lauren's ankles and pulled them to her ears, spreading her pussy and butthole wide open. Lauren instinctively tried to fight... but was too weak. So she focused instead on sucking her thumb.

Click, Click, Click!

"Well, I have a meeting in my office," the old woman announced. "Take good care of her!"

And she walked out the door.

Miss Lipps walked over to the computer. Martha was still pinning Lauren's ankles to her ears. And Lauren was still sucking her thumb, doing her best to ignore her gaping privates.

"Lucy, whatcha doing?" asked the blonde-wigged girl.

"Sending out a company-wide email! Ha, ha, ha! Mrs. Helmsworth said she wanted witnesses... so I'm gonna invite EVERYONE to come join us!"

Whimpering, Lauren looked to her right:

Steve was putting lotion all over his hands.

"Get ready, Leaky Lauren!" giggled Martha. "Steve is gonna give you an ORGASM... while all the employees that you lorded over watch! Hee, hee!"

"Noooo! Pwease don't do dat! I'll be a good girl!!"

"Shut up and suck your thumb!"

"Y - yes, ma'am!" she whimpered, stuffing her thumb back in her mouth.

She could hear the drumbeat of footsteps down the hall getting louder... and louder... and LOUDER. Soon there were voices.

The voices of her employees.

Thoughts of fear, panic, humiliation and dread flooded her mind. Could this REALLY be happening...???

But when Steve's lubricated fingers penetrated DEEP inside her pussy and anus, all those thoughts vanished. And instead, her hips began to buck... and a moan escaped her lips.

THE END