Mail for Lauren

Kyle just stood, stunned, staring at Lauren bound naked and staring back at him.

"What is it Kyle?" Monica asked casually.

"OH, I have a package for Lauren." Kyle said, finally snapping out of his stunned state. "I was told she was here but... where is she?"

"This is Lauren." Monica gestured down at Lauren. Lauren, mortified, covered her face with both hands, humiliated to be named in such a state.

"That... that's Lauren?" Kyle stared in amazement. Why wouldn't he? The ice queen, the hottest authority figure in the office... was strapped down naked on the floor of a daycare.

"Yes, it's Lauren." Monica smiled, more than happy to out Lauren. "Do you need a signature?"

"Y... yes..." Kyle stammered, running his eyes over Lauren's body. Lauren, realizing hiding her identity was a doomed task, switched her hands to cup her crotch, which Kyle had already seen in anatomical detail.

Kyle, still in a stupor, shuffled over and held out a form to Lauren. Lauren, humiliated beyond words, took the pen and signed, before quickly slapping the hand over her flat breasts. Kyle, hardly breathing, wandered out of the room in a daze...