Laura finds and strips the Queen

“Excuse me, miss?” I got locked out of my room …naked. Could you let me see if some of my clothes are in that pile?”

The small, dark-skinned woman approached the maid in the laundry room. She was wrapped in a towel. Her feet and shoulder were bare, apparently indicating that she was wearing nothing underneath. The maid seemed unfazed. She had just opened the giant drying machine and was about to put the wet clothes inside.

“Ok, but be quick about it.” If the woman wanted to wear wet panties, that was no her problem.

The apparently naked guest approached the pile of clothes sporting a mischievous grin on her face. She sneakily glued a mysterious contraption onto the washing machine behind her. The woman pretended to search for her clothes, nudging the maid ever so slightly to the left as she did, so she could get in position for…

“THERE YOU ARE.” Both women looked at the door. There was another woman standing there without a stitch of clothing. Her bare breasts rose and sunk in quick succession as she heaved for air. Her flawless skin was the color of mocha. She was really pretty, even with her messy hair in front of her face like it was. She didn’t bother to hide her hairless sex as she locked eyes with the small woman. The Queen of Pranks gulped. This was not part of her plan.

I finally found her. I didn’t even waste a second before jumping over a washing machine and lunging at the Queen. She screamed. The other maid straight up ran away while muttering something about not getting paid enough.

I landed on my prey, her towel fell aside, revealing the one-piece swimsuit underneath. She panicked and began kicking and struggling in an attempt to escape. I didn’t let her. We rolled around the ground as we wrestled. My rage was so great that I tore the swimsuit clean off her body with my bare hands. The Queen instinctively tried to cover up. Fatal mistake. I used that chance to grab and push her into the drying machine.