Lauren takes her .

Lauren fumed in the back seat, well, rather underneath it as well as she could.

Like a little girl afraid of some monster, but what Lauren was afraid of was exposure in these childish, well worn underwear! Even in front of her servants!

As she cowered, she shouted, interrogating the driver through the intercom, keeping the opaque divider up the whole time.

As soon as Vanessa was revealed as the culprit Lauren squealed while pounding her fists on berber carpet of the back seat of her Rolls Royce, "I knew it! That bitch has always been jealous of me! Well no more Ms. Nice Lauren, this bitch is getting both barrels every day!"

The driver finally piped up after clearing his throat, "Should I inform security to have her merely removed from the premises, or should I ring the police to press charges for grand theft auto and sexual harassment?".

"No, Reginald, that's not enough. The law is always too slow, I must ruin her myself! Here's a tip, Reginald, keep your friends close, and your enemies under your fucking boot heel!".

The gates shut behind her as she finished her lecture and soon she was about to be stopped in front of the double doors that led to the grand, formal entrance.

"Reginald! I can't walk in there through the front door in my underwear! Err..well...my temporary underwear!", Lauren remonstrated.

"So sorry, ma'am, of course, shall I go to your room and get you something to wear?"

"Yes!", Lauren said,, then thought, "NO!", fearing her would see her secrets, even if they were behind locked drawers! "Bring me to the side entrance! Clear the kitchen staff out!"

Lauren lurched from the car and pushed down the old fashioned sliding shelve with which groceries were delivered to the professional kitchen. In an instant she had fit her lithe, little limbs through, but something caught!

It was only for a moment, and Lauren hadn't figured it until after she tumbled atop a pile of produce and felt a cucumber ram itself up her virginal treasure trove.

"YOW!", Lauren shouted as she wrenched the offending vegetable from her twat and tossed it away, then stared at her nudity.

"My panties!", she realized.

Twin butt cheeks had tumbled down, but the panties were caught outside, trapped by the door! Unreachable, they must have been flapping like a flag in the breeze, which Lauren could feel easily on her naked nether.

"Fuck it!", Lauren pouted, shoving her legs through the holes of a grocery bag in the pantry, before tucking the hemispheres of her artificial ass like a football, under her arm, and making her best Heisman impersonation bolted, leaving the pantry and kitchen doors swinging as she ran, naked but for a bunny bra and brown bag, holding her own hind end, she went through the dining room, sitting room, library, up the stairs, and down the second story hall to the lower level of her bed chamber.

Safe at last!

Lauren breathed shakily, locked the door, tossed her butt pads on her bed spread and slid down the door, contemplating what horrible fate she had in store for Vanessa, for any humiliation she herself had tasted would not be one ten thousandth what Vanessa had in store for herself!