Corndogs

Lauren looked up. Why had they stopped at the corndog booth?

"What's going on?" Lauren asked Monica, who had gotten in line.

"Well I just felt so bad about you loosing your clothes on my ride, I figure I have to make it up to you somehow." Monica explained.

"Make it up to me?" Lauren scoffed. "If you want to make it up to me, go buy me some clothes and get me out of here!"

"In a minute." Monica said dismissively, turning to the corn dog vendor. Lauren blushed, seeing the vendor blatantly looking her up and down. She looked around. Every head was turned her way, watching with amusement and a fair amount of lust. She clutched her arms over herself, hiding what little she could.

"Here you go!" Monica said, handing Lauren the corndog covered in a copious amount of mustard and ketchup. Shrugging, still uncomfortable, Lauren took a bit of the corndog. Unfortunately, a generous amount of mustard fell from the corndog, splattering onto Lauren's white Spanx!