Things get worse. Much, much worse.

"YOU BASTARDS!! YOU GODDAMN BASTARDS!!"

If she were a cartoon character, there would've been smoke billowing out of her ears. But instead, Lauren was hunched over, desperately clutching her body. Her pretty face was flushed bright red and her entire body trembling in a fit of pure, unadulterated rage:

"I'LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS!! I'LL MAKE ALL OF YOU PAY!!"

The furious young hotel executive had one arm wrapped around her bare little breasts; the other over her stomach - and her hand sandwiched between her legs, which were wedged closely together. Her knees were bent and she was leaning forward, in a panicked attempt to shield her flesh from the horny audience of onlookers and gawkers.

"I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL GET EVEN WITH YOU ALL - IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!!"

Her poor, undersized bathing suit had been stretched to its breaking point: The shoulder straps had snapped, with the top half rolling down her chest, resting snugly atop her distended belly. And the bottom half, which was supposed to be covering her crotch, was now threadbare - nothing more than a thin strand of fabric, rubbing against her sensitive, feminine flesh.

But worst of all was the revolting puddle of warm urine beneath her feet.

"GIMME MY FUCKING PHONE!! I'M GONNA CALL THE COPS!!"

"Fine, go ahead and call the cops," shrugged Red, the newspaper reporter. "And what, exactly, will you tell them?"

"THAT - THAT YOU CREEPS TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME!! AND - AND ACCOSTED ME AGAINST MY WILL!! AND - AND MADE ME LOSE CONTROL OF MY... OF MY... OF MY... OF MY BLADDER! WHILE EVERYONE WATCHED!!"

The sheer absurdity of the spectacle illited even more laughter from the audience, fanning Lauren's smoldering rage. She was stomping her feet (splashing the yellow liquid), looking like she was on the verge of killing someone.

Or everyone.

"STOP LAUGHING AT ME! YOU'LL BE GOING TO JAIL, YOU ASSHOLES!! THEN YOU'LL BE SORRY!!"

"Like I said," Red retorted, "go ahead and call the cops. And then I'll just show them the photos I took. You know, thes ones of you dancing around, laughing your head off, having a great time. So go ahead and call them."

"I - I WAS ONLY LAUGHING BECAUSE THEY WERE TICKLING ME!!"

"My favorite photo," continued Red, "is this one. See? I love how your leg is kicked high in the air, you tummy is thrusted in my direction, and those cute little boobies of your are wiggling in opposite directions. And check out the smile on your face! It's adorable! Hee, hee! It's gonna be my new screen saver!"

Lauren's jaw drop when she saw the pic on Red's digital camera. It was the most embarrassing, most mortifying picture imaginable! Her tiny little tits! Her round, plump tummy! Her stubby, girlish legs! Even her pale, hairless pussy was clearly visible! It was worse than she had imagined...

Her face turned an even brighter shade of red.

No. No. No.

She could NOT let anyone see those photos. She'd rather die a thousand deaths than face that sort of ridicule.

Not knowing what else to do, Lauren stomped her feet a few more times and glowered in rage at the sea of humanity staring at her. They were all giggling - and pointing - at her body.

"FUCK YOU!!" she finally cried. "FUCK ALL OF YOU!! I'M GOING HOME!!"

She slowly backed away from Red and her arch-nemesis Patty and her ex-boyfriend Kirk and everyone else, beating a hasty retreat back to the hotel.

Miss Lipps grabbed her by her hair, stopping her in her tracks.

"Owwwww!" she cried. "What are you doing?!"

"I can't let you back in the building," the older woman smiled. "It would be a health code violation."

"WHAT?!"

"County health code 321: No hotel guest or employee is allowed inside the hotel after discharging bodily fluids on the pool deck without showering and removing the contaminated attire."

"Noooo!!! Leggo! What - what are you saying?" shrieked the horrified girl.

"I'm saying you need to strip and get hosed down before re-entering the hotel. Otherwise, you'll have to stay here as-is for the rest of the day... and it's almost time for the afternoon shift! That'll be a whole new group of employees who can't wait to see the great and powerful Lauren in... ahem... her current condition."

Oh, God!!

What had already happened was bad enough, but at least the hotel's morning shift was small. Only half-a-dozen employees. And most of them were low-level losers - Lauren could fire them tomorrow, and nobody would ever hear about her horrible humiliation. (Lucy Lipps was another story, but she was sure she could figure out a way to neutralize the old hag.) But... but the afternoon shift consisted of 80 percent of the total workforce! Practically everyone! All the boys and girls she bossed around!

Oh, God... if they saw her like this:

Her secretly small chest! Her girdle-less stomach! Her pink little body! Her hairless vagina! The fact that she pissed all over herself!

Her reputation would NEVER recover!

"Fine!" she growled, spitting nails and narrowing her blazing eyes. "Fine, you - you sick, evil BITCH! Hose me down! Have your fucking fun! Let's get this over with!"

Miss Lipps tilted back her head and cackled with delight. What a day! She unraveled the hose from the lifeguard stand and motioned for Lauren to come over. And the furious girl did just that, carefully keeping her back from the crowd and frantically clutching her body with her arms. Grrr!! From this point on, none of those losers would ever see her naked again!

"What are you waiting for?!" Lauren screamed. "Hose me down!"

"First take off your swimsuit, sweetie."

"Nooooo!"

"Health code 321. It's been contaminated. Take it off."

"But - but..."

"I can wait here as long as you'd like," Miss Lipps smiled. "I think we're only a few minutes away from the afternoon shift arriving... and everyone getting a good, long look at the REAL you! Ha!"

Lauren wailed in utter despair.

"WAAAHHH!!! F - FINE! DAMMIT!! AAAARRRGGHHH!!"

She lowered her arms to roll down the swimsuit from her body, exposing her bouncy little nips one last time. And with her hand no longer sandwiched between her upper-thighs, her still-glistening snatch was visible once again.

Yet her bathing suit was so stretched - and so ridiculously tight - the poor girl struggled mightily to remove it, bending, jiggling and contorting her body to wiggle free. She even jumped up and down to escape the sopping-wet fabric - her tits bopping and her swollen stomach heaving in the warm sun.

After a good 30 seconds of wiggling and struggling, the suit finally fell to the ground. Lauren quickly stepped out of it - and immediately re-covered her naked body with her arms, crouching as low as she possibly could.

"Okay, I took it off!" she screamed. Fucking hose me, already!"

"Hands on your head, sweetie."

"WHAT?!"

"Oh, I couldn't clean you effectively all hunched over. That'd be impossible. So stand up straight and put your hands on your head."

"But - but my body! Everyone will see!!"

"Tick tock, sweetie. We're running out of time... Oh, I think I hear the first few afternoon employees arriving... Ha! Should I invite them over?"

Wailing in despair, Lauren stood up tall (or at least as tall as she could) and put her hands on her head.

She was 100 percent naked. Not one stitch of clothing left to hide behind.

And she looked even smaller than she did before! So **** and helpless! And with her elbows out wide and her hands on her head, her tiny little tits were pulled hopelessly flat! Lauren's legs looked abnormally stubby, and the way her plump stomach hung over her denuded pussy was near-comical. The transformation from her domineering, big-busted, high-heeled, scarier-than-shit former image - with the perfect clothes and perfect body - to this naked little girl was almost too much to take! If it wasn't for her supermodel-perfect face, she didn't even look like the same person!

"Good girl!" giggled Miss Lipps, savoring the spectacle. "Now hold on tight..."

Whoosh!

Lauren was drenched from head to toe.

As her hair got wet, it quickly started to frizz. At home, Lauren always dried her hair with a blower and ironed it straight, because in its natural state, it fluffed up and jetted out - like a preteen at summer camp. She HATED how it naturally looked.

"AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!"

The coolness of the water made her shiver, and Miss Lipps seemed to especially delight in making Lauren's innocent nips dance in the stream of the water.

"Ow! Ow! My boobies!" she shrieked. "My poor little boobies!"

Miss Lipps lowered the hose to concentrate on the naked girl's tummy.

"Shake your belly! C'mon, Lauren - shake, shake, shake!"

Not knowing what else to do, Lauren humiliated herself even further, shaking her bulging tummy like she was a belly dancer.

The audience cheered. One joker even threw a dollar bill at her feet as she gyrated her big, rotund belly like she was using an imaginary hula hoop.

"Good! Now open you legs a tad so I can clean that disgusting, pee-stained vay-jay of yours..."

**** a sob, Lauren stepped her legs open, unclamping her thighs and exposing her holiest of holies. Miss Lipps let her just stand like that, naked and bare.

The audience ooed and awed! The same joker who tossed a dollar at her yelled: "I see her kitty cat! Meow! And it's a hairless cat!"

Lauren's face turned bright red once again.

"Well?! Hurry up and clean me!!" she cried.

Miss Lipps obliged. At once, the stream of water was pounding her privates. And the older woman's aim was remarkably precise...

"Ooooh!! Oooooooh!!"

Her most intimate place was getting throttled by the water! Bolts of electricity were sizzling inside her loins!

"Ooooooh!! OH!! Oooooooooooooooohhhhhh!"

Lauren's hips were rocking back and forth. Her nipples hardened and her eyes widened.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!"

But then Miss Lipps abruptly stopped.

"Wh... what are you doing?" Lauren whispered, scared and confused. "Why did you stop?"

"Turn around, sweetie. Time to clean your dirty backside."

Flustered, Lauren waddled in a semi circle, still keeping her hands firmly on her head. Her cute, small tush was now facing Miss Lipps (as well as the crowd of onlookers).

"Excellent! Now bend over just a tiny bit... very good! Okay, here we go..."

Whoosh!

The water stream attacked her ass, violently smacking her on her shiny wet butt cheeks - and then invading her anus.

"Eeeeeek!! It - it's cold!"

"Just a little bit more, sweetie... almost done..."

"Oh, Christ!" the naked girl moaned, bent over in public. "I... I can't believe this is happening!"

Finally, Miss Lipps turned off the hose. Shivering, the younger girl turned around.

"Good girl! Now you're nice and - hee, hee! - clean."

"Can - can I take my hands off my head?" Lauren sobbed. "Everyone is still staring at me! I'm soooo embarrassed!"

And staring at her they certainly were, studying every section of her dripping-wet skin. All of it!

"Not quite yet."

Miss Lipps called over to one of the models: "Kirk? Could you please come over here, dear? And bring a towel."

Grinning from ear to ear, Kirk ran over - but instead of a big, fluffy beach towel, he had a much smaller hand towel.

"Kirk, dear? Could you please dry our little friend? We don't want her to catch cold... and by the look of her itsy-bitsy nipples, she must be freezing!"

Lauren nearly fainted...

"You bet, ma'am!"

Years ago, when they were dating, Kirk could only dream of laying his hands on Lauren's naked anatomy. Back then, all he could do was dream, because Lauren steadfastly refused to reveal an inch of private flesh! Even after the homecoming dance (when Kirk scored the winning touchdown), he was forbidden to touch any of her goodies - and she'd only make out with him (for no more than 30 seconds) in the total dark. He fantasized day and night about seeing her stripped naked and FINALLY having permission to touch her everywhere.

Now, it was like his adolescent prayers had finally been answered...

He began by gently rubbing her face. Lauren stared up at him with her eyes agape. He was so strong and muscular - and without her heels, towered over her.

But when he rubbed the towel over the front of her face and removed it, he was surprised by what he saw: Two fake eyelashes were stuck to the towel - and Lauren's real eyes were so puny and innocent! In four years of high school (and three years of exclusive dating) this was the first time he had seen her without those fake lashes.

He then rubbed her face and her cheeks more rigorously, removing the rest of her makeup. She had so many freckles! She was so pale! And she even had a small double-chin!

"My, my, aren't you full of secrets," he whispered in her ear.

He then gently mopped around her thin neck and shoulders, cleaning her arms and hands, before tending to her rock-hard nips.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, my! Oh, Kirk..."

He rubbed them and squeezed them, enjoying every minute.

"Hey Kirk," yelled Patty. "How do those pathetic things feel?"

"Compared to yours, there ain't much to 'em!" he laughed. "Barely even mosquito bites!"

Lauren wanted to slap him in the face - but was so stunned, she could only gasp.

"Smallest little titties I've ever seen!"

"That - that's not true!" she cried. "Stop it! Stop it!"

"I can't believe these are your real breasts!" he added. "You must've stuffed a box of tissues into each cup, 'cause you've got NOTHING up top!"

A small tear streaked down her cheek.

He then rubbed and pawed at her tummy, seemingly taking great pleasure in shaking it up and down.

"It's like dribbling a basketball!" he snickered. "Boing! Boing!"

Poor, helpless Lauren could only stand there and fume...

Then he went behind her and began mopping around her tender ass cheeks, jiggling them in his hands. He even gave her a playful spank on the rump!

"Ow!! You FUCKER!!"

She then felt one of his fingers penetrate inside her cheeks, moving up and down... exploring her backside. His long bony finger was probing inside her ass crack, circling the entrance to her rear passage...

Her face had been toweled bone-dry earlier, but now she was starting to noticeably sweat. Beads of moisture were rolling down her forehead, and her breathing quickened - almost to the point of panting.

But if her ex-boyfriend noticed her heightened arousal, he didn't say a word.

(He did smile, though. A lot!)

Kirk then returned to her front and moved the hand cloth atop her hairless pussy. He gazed directly into her eyes - and winked! His hand pressed down - but ever so gently. He barely even touched her.

Honest, it was the lightest, most delicate of touches. More a tease than a touch...

But something inside her exploded. Instantly:

"Oh! OHH!!"

He removed his hand and stepped away - but Lauren kept going:

"OOOOOOHHHH!!!!"

Her pelvis started rocking! Her hips started swaying! Her thighs convulsed! Her rock-hard nipples danced up and down!

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH...... GAAAAAAAAWWWD!!!!" she squealed.

Lauren didn't recognize the sensation at first - and now that she did, it was too late to stop it.

"OHHHHHHH!!! YESSSSS!!! NOOOO!!! YEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!! YYYYYYEEESSSSSSSS!!!! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH...."

When she had finished, she reluctantly looked up:

Kirk was staring at her with a smug, cocky look on his face - like he was saying, "I own you now!" Patty was pointing and laughing hysterically. Miss Lipps was smirking in astonishment, shaking her head. And Red - oh, no! - was filming! Filming the whole thing!

The rest of the audience paused for a moment... and then applauded!

Lauren dropped her head in shame: Her pussy was visibly dripping.

"THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!" the naked girl wailed on the top of her lungs, screaming at the heavens. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!"

But then she was interrupted by a much older woman's voice:

"What in the blazes is going on here?"

It was Mrs. Helmsworth, the owner of the hotel.

"I was gone for a few minutes, and now there's a naked girl doing God-knows-what on the pool deck?! I demand an explanation!"