Do what she says!

“I’ll do what you want me to! Whatever you want!” Lauren cried.

“Beg,” Abby said, taking off Lauren’s sunglasses and hat, letting her arms go. “Repeat after me, ‘I, Lauren Adkins, promise to do whatever Miss Abby tells me to do, no questions asked, no protests, no hesitation. Please, Miss Abby, don’t show everyone my bare naked little titties, and my little Shamrock undies!’ and it better be good otherwise, I might not be convinced.”

“I, Lauren Adkins, promise to do whatever Miss Abby tells me to do, no questions asked, no protests, no hesitation. Please, Miss Abby, don’t show everyone my bare naked little titties, and my Shamrock undies! Please I’ll do anything! I don’t want people to know my precious little secrets! I don’t want people to s-see me naked!” Lauren cried, her hands covering her chest and crotch.

“Say it again, but get on your knees, face me, and put your hands behind your head,” Abby said, pulling out her phone and pointing it at Lauren.

Lauren reluctantly got on her knees facing Abby and put her hands behind her head. She repeated the phrase as Abby recorded her.

“Perfect,” Abby said, grinning.

She tapped her radio strapped to her right shoulder. “Hey, Vicky, I need you to cover my shift. I have a bratty naked little Lauren Adkins I need to watch over. Thanks.”

Lauren waited as a cheery blonde girl approached them. Lauren’s eyes fell on the head cheerleader that she had overthrown. “Wow, you really did strip her naked,” Vicky giggled. “What happened to her boobs?”

Abby grinned. “Oh please, it wasn’t me. It’s not my fault that the ride decided to strip her and that maybe I made a few adjustments. How could I have known Lauren padded herself like a little girl playing dress up,” she said, winking at Vicky.

Vicky snickered. “Wow, Abby, you’re so bad,” she said. “Does Vanessa know you pad your bras like that, Lauren?”

“N-no,” Lauren said. “And please, please don’t tell her.”

“Hey what’s this image on the computer, Abby? This from the ride’s camera. Oh my, you can see her flat little titties and little Shamrock undies. She looks like she’s 12,” Vicky said as she looked at the ride computer.

“That’s for safe keeping,” Abby said. “I mean I guess if you accidentally posted the image on the main monitors, I would have no protest, but I did technically promise Lauren I wouldn’t as long as she does what I say.”

“Really?” Vicky said. “Well I never promised anything.”

“No!” Lauren cried. “Please, don’t! I’ll do anything!”

Vicky smirked and thought about it.