Megan leaves her flustered

"Well, that's about everything." Megan said, turning back to her. "You'd better get started. It's late in the day, and you have a lot to do."

Megan smirked as she started moving away. Then, with an underhanded flip of the hand, she swatted up Lauren's skirt. Lauren squealed, feeling the covering fabric of her skirt lift off her bare backside. She swung around, pointing her ass away from Megan and tugging her skirt down desperately with both hands.

"Ah, there's that booty!" Megan winked at Lauren and headed away. Lauren watched her go, hunched over and holding her skirt down with her knees locked together. What the hell was that about. Could Megan be... really interested in her? No, it must have been another humiliating move by one of her opponents, Lauren decided. She sighed. She'd better get to work. The unfortunate thing was, every task she had to do was public, exposing and took both hands! Should she mop, should she polish, should she dust, vacuum or do something else?