Bra... stripped by the stripper!

"Cut!" Lauren yelled. "Stop the scene dammit!" She cupped her crotch and hunched over to hide her bare lower half, sticking out her round, thick butt as a consequence.

"We'll edit all that stuff out." The director said. "Still, we've got a pretty great scene.... maybe enough to save the movie!"

The stripper didn't have to be told. She was LOVING taking down this snobby, well known actress as a fraud. With a spin on her stiletto heels she whirled around behind Lauren, towering over her as a lean, curvy figure. Her tanned skin contrasted with Lauren's jet white body. She reached forward and, with expert skill, slid her finger under the clasp of Lauren's bra. With Lauren's hands occupied, her bra slid down her arms.

The audience of extras and stared in stunned amusement. At Lauren's feet fell two objects with a dull 'thwap'. Two flesh toned, chicken wing shaped falsies, each topped with a false nipple. Lauren's secret breasts.

Her bra slid down her arms, revealing the truth. People had heard rumors, but no one expected this. Lauren didn't wear a little padding, or a push up bra. Her breasts were all padding. They now saw the truth. Two slight swells, barely noticeable off a bony thin chest. Besides two pink, erect and excited nipples? Well, she was flat as a board.

Lauren stared out, her makeup smeared, hair flung up. She looked at the stunned crowd, then slowly looked down at her bare chest. Her greatest secret revealed on camera...