Lauren loses it

"Oh no..." Lauren squeaks as she looks around. "No no no no no..."

Her breathing is getting louder and more wheezy as she frantically looks about the empty room, as if her things will magically appear.

"I... I'm trapped!" The short, naked, blushing woman says as she starts to panic. "I... I'm naked! No clothes, no keys, I... I can't get home! I..."

"Lauren?" Janice nervously asks as her client descends into a full-blown anxiety attack.

"What am I going to do?!" Lauren squeals as she turns to the blonde amazon, her eyes wide in panic.

The small woman clutches her (non-existent) chest as she starts hyperventilating. Her face is crimson now. Her lips are trembling and her eyes are starting to water.

"H-hey... it'll be ok," Janice says as she moves in closer to the nudie-cutie in a clumsy attempt to calm her. "Just take a breath and..."

"Clothes..." Lauren mumbles as she looks back at the blonde woman, a crazy look in her eyes as the sweat beads on her forehead. "I need clothes..."

"Um... we can probably..." Janice starts to speak.

"GIMME YOUR CLOTHES!" Lauren shrieks as she lunges at the larger woman and starts to violently tug on Janice's tube top and hot pants.

"Hey! C-cut it out!" The blonde cries as the deranged and **** Lauren yanks on the flimsy fabric.

The two lose their balance and tumble to the ground with a crash as Lauren claws at the limited clothing.

"YOU DON'T NEED THEM!" The panic-stricken Lauren cries as she moves like a woman possessed.

"Staaahhhhhpp!" Janice protests as she struggles with the **** woman. "You're gonna..."

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