Lauren goes in the locker room

Furious and embarrassed, Lauren turned on a heel and stomped toward the locker room. She looked down at her shirt, covered in filthy orange hot wing sauce. Oh god, what a mess! It was all Vicky's fault! Lauren vowed to make sure Vicky would be fired for this. She could do it too, she completely had the manager wrapped around her little finger. Men were so easily manipulated when you looked like Lauren!

Lauren entered into the locker room. To her surprise Vicky entered behind her.

"What are you doing?" Lauren asked.

"I feel so bad about that, let me help me make sure your uniform doesn't stain." Vicky said. To Lauren's utter shock and outrage Vicky reached over and untucked Lauren's Hooter's shirt.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Lauren yelped. To her horror Vicky pulled up on her shirt!. Lauren pushed down, but the larger and stronger Vicky easily yanked her shirt over her head and slid it off her arms. Her coworker had just stripped off her shirt! Lauren gasped, crossing her arms over her Spanx hidden stomach and padded bra.

"Oh dear, some of the wing sauce got on your shorts!" Vicky noted.

"Don't you dare..." Lauren started to threaten, but before she could finish her sentence Vicky grabbed the hem of her shorts and pulled them to the floor! Lauren stumbled as the shorts tangled around her feet. Vicky pulled the shorts off, yanking off Lauren's high heels at the same time. In less then five seconds Lauren had lost her shoes, shorts and top and was now barefoot in Spanx and a bra in front of her rival!