Move on and have Lauren lead the way!

"You know more importantly... We could really spin this in a different direction, you know?" Morton suggests eyeing his naked, pitiful hostess up and down. No longer the power woman with the alluring breasts and confidence abound, she is now a quivering, not so hot mess with a chest reminiscent of that girl he knew growing up down the street... When he was EIGHT!

"In what way?" Liz replies grinning mischievously at the nearly exposed blonde.

"Well, the place is truly haunted right? Well this show will be cancelled if it gets out that Lauren was stuffing her bra, right?" Morton says, looking to the rest of the crew who smirk in amusement.

"Don't forget those power panties too! Bitch has a pretty fat ass!" Liz adds in which serves to further burn Lauren;s already red hot cheeks.

"Anyways..." Morton circles his hand and rolls his eyes, "Why not shoot this with Lauren walking around like her body has been swapped? You know how the spirit is all powerful. No one will believe it if they see Lauren out of uniform so why not have her say that the ghost transformed her body? We can always let her get dressed when we are done..." Morton suggests looking at Lauren who is shaking her head defiantly.

"No, no, no! I can't be shot like this, my... my reputation will be ruined!" Lauren yelps as she cowers behind the small plate and slaps her hands over her naked, tiny tits.

"It already is..." Liz replies with a big smile as she sticks out her ample offerings. "I'm sure a hefty fee for each of us will keep our mouths shut about this little mishap..."

"You... you are BLACKMAILING ME!? Give me my fucking clothes!" Lauren screams in defiance, her hands moving away as she steps forward and stomps her foot like a child.

"The choice is yours little Lauren..." Morton pipes in grinning as he can see the dollar signs dancing before his eyes.

Staring in dumb shock, Laure cannot believe that her own producer would have abandoned her now!