Get Ice Cream

Vanessa was about to say something when she and Lauren heard an annoying jingle ring through the air. Looking out the window, Vanessa saw that it was coming from the ice cream truck down the street. She smirked evilly as she turned back to Lauren, reaching into her pocket before slipping a ten-dollar bill through the mail slot.

“I want you to go and buy two ice cream cones,” Vanessa said evilly, “then you are to walk back here slowly without dropping them before eating them both!”

“What?!” Lauren yelped as she looked over to the truck. To her dismay, there were about twenty to thirty kids, as well as a few adults, waiting by the truck. “I can’t let those people see me like this! And you know I’m lactose intolerant!”

“Or, you could just let me post those videos and pictures online, and you remain outside for a few more hours.” Vanessa said with a shrug, “Your choice.”

Lauren whimpered as she looked between the truck and Vanessa for several seconds. Letting out a pained sigh, Lauren picked up the money, before covering herself the best she could as she walked down the driveway.

Vanessa stifled as giggle as she noticed that Lauren was unknowingly wetting herself again, a large wet spot growing on the seat of her diaper as she walked down the street to the ice cream truck.