Takes it all off for the sales girl

Lauren couldn't bare to face the salesgirl. So, turning away, she **** her shaky hands to grasp at her panties. With a quavering lip she lowered her panties, flashing her thick butt to the salesgirl. She heard the salesgirl snort in amusement at the sight of her, and blushed all the more, glaring at the confident underwear clad woman.

Now, teh moment of truth. Her greatest secret and most private shame. Whimpering audibly she unclasped her bra. Then, using one hand to hold her foam inserts to her chest, she leaned over and dropped the lingerie on the table. The salesgirl saw it all, no matter how she tried to hide.

The taller woman leaned over, scooping up the lingerie.

"You can keep those things." She scoffed, gesturing at Lauren's falsies. "As you can see, I don't need them."

To emphasize she thrusted out her bra covered chest, larger then Lauren's false breasts, and there was no comparison with the small breasts under the falsies. Lauren knew it, the salesgirl knew it. Lauren felt utterly brought low, and couldnt' look the salesgirl in the eye.

Grasping the salesgirl blouse, Lauren pulled it over her shoulders. She had a difficult time getting it on without dropping her falsies, but was determined to keep her true breasts as hidden as she could. She managed to get the blouse on, though her falsies kept sliding around, unless she had an arm locked right over them.

Next she slipped on the skirt. It was tough to get it over her wider hips. Finally it was on, though awkwardly bunched up and threatening to reveal her lack of underwear.

There came a call. The salesgirl answered.

"You're driver is waiting for you."

Lauren wanted to threaten the salesgirl, to berate her or insult her. But, having been seen naked by her, she really could only hang her head and blush, embarrassed. She hurried away, humiliated and fuming.