Laura leaves the maid and loses her clothes to a trap

Compared to the rest of her targets, the maid had it easy. At worst, she would be spotted by a couple of coworkers. Sure, they would point and mock, but ultimately they would help her. Compared to the rest of the Queen’s victims, she was getting away quite easy. At least that’s what I thought before I knew that the laptop was set to stream the whole prank. I really should have closed the bathroom’s door… Oops, not even I could have seen that coming.

In any case, I exited the room and closed the door behind me. I took a couple of steps towards the elevator when I started to feel something on my bottom, or rather, I was not feeling anything on my bottom. The cold chill of the air hugged my legs. I looked down with dread. Yup, my pants were gone, I was standing in the middle of the hallway in only my heart-printed panties. I stifled a shout and punched the wall. Where were my pants?

I spotted a loose thread on the carpet and followed it back into the room. It led me to the chair that was in front of the laptop. Under it was a spinning wheel and a needle. An intricate mechanism that had caught a thread from my pants when I sat to inspect the computer. All this time, it had been spinning, slowly unraveling the garment while I moved about. My pants were nothing more than a useless pile of fabric. There was also another wheel hidden in the back of the chair, but as I already lost my shirt, nothing got caught on anything.

Why was this mechanism there? I looked at the computer and connected the dots. I hit my face with the palm of my hands. Her password was not password, how could it be? This was some sort of weird trap for anyone that tried to break into her computer. That was just like her. No wonder there wasn’t anything useful in there.

Being practically naked and stuck in the middle of an unknown building, I felt my courage slip away. How could I try to catch the Queen when I was too busy dreading over someone spotting me? I blushed just thinking about having to explain myself to another maid, or worse, a security guard. I bit my lip as I imagined all the guests inspecting my body as they dragged me away. My heart drummed as I pictured the Queen watching from a corner and smiling while strangers took pictures of my bare nipples as they tossed me out into the street.

But that image was all I needed to feel a fire surge from within. There was no way I would let that woman get the last laugh. I will push forward if only to turn that imaginary smirk upside down.

With renewed determination, I hugged my chest and strutted into the hallway once more. I had to get to the laundry room. I approached the service elevator and then ran all the way to the stairs as I heard it open. A couple of maids came out and began to vacuum the carpet. Damn, that way was out. I had to take the stairs.

The stairs ended on the first floor, leaving me at the end of another hallway. At the other side was the service area. The laundry room should be a stone throw away from there. I took a deep breath and left the stairs, carefully sneaking along the hallway.

I heard someone approaching. I panicked and entered the first door I saw. The murmurs got louder. I peeked through the keyhole. It seemed like I just dodged a whole family of Japanese tourists, each carrying expensive cameras and broad smiles. I shivered. The last thing I wanted was more photos of me surfacing on the web. That was a close one.

“Why are you naked?” I screamed and jumped in place. Behind me was a blonde kid. He looked at me with curiosity. “Where are you going?” he added.

“Erh, the laundry room. To get my clothes back.”

“Oh, I know where that is. Follow me.”