She's having the worst day of her life

Megan stood in the driveway, naked save for a few clumps of the expensive cake she had just ruined that now clung to her fruitful form. Frosting and other sweet debris was smeared across her breasts, belly, and groin. It was on her face, and was in her hair too.

Speaking of Megan's face, what wasn't covered in white cream was now red with shame. She was trying unsuccessfully to blink her away tears (her hands had cake on them too, and she didn't want to rub it into her eyes) as more than three dozen caterers, delivery men, and other mansion employees stood their, pointing and laughing at her. Some of them even had phones out recording the curvaceous cutie's humiliating day.

"Talk about going hog wild!"

"Damn, girl, show some restraint!"

"You don't need any more sweets, fatty!"

"Mmmm, I wouldn't mind giving her a taste!"

"Vanessa is going to be soooooo pissed!"

Megan was like a confused, frightened deer. What could she do? How was she going to explain this away? Oh god, Vanessa! She would fire her for sure after this! She'd lose her green card and be **** to leave the country!

The lovely Latin maid started trembling and mincing in place as she started to suffer a panic attack.

"What do I do?" She whimpered as everyone continued laughing at her.

"Is this some kind of kinky show or something?" Someone yelled from the crowd, mistaking her movements for a clumsy attempt at dancing. "Shake it slut!"

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the mansion, Vanessa and Lauren's mother, Michelle, was sitting quietly in one of the building's many luxurious rooms, sipping expensive wine and casually flipping through a magazine, when her quiet revelry was interrupted by all the commotion coming from outside.

"Ug! What now?" Grumbled the preposterously posh woman as she tossed the magazine aside and walked towards the window.

Down below she could see the remains of Vanessa's ruined $20,000 cake (!) and what looked to be naked girl entertaining a crowd of workers who were definitely not working.

Michelle calmly downed her wine, set the glass on an expensive coffee table, and made her way down stairs...