No

Lauren's wiggles, giggles, and jiggle as the tickling continues and she loses her last shred of control and dignity and let's loose a powerful arc of gold.

"NoOoooOOOo!" Lauren wails as her hands shoot to tomato-red face.

Carla yelps in fear and leaps out of the way, acting like the stream is some kind of **** ray that would kill her on contact, while Pam simply laughs.

"Damn, it's a good thing we got this stuff off her," Pam says.

"You... you made me pee..." Lauren whimpers as she struggles to catch her breath.

"This is so fucking gross," Carla says as she moves away from their now completely nude victim. "Let's get out of here."

Pam quickly goes over her check list. "I think this was the last of it."

Lauren lies there, breathing hard, but otherwise not moving. She's stunned, shocked, and too damn exhausted to move.

Pam and Carla adjust their uniforms, scoop up all of Lauren's former property, and walk out the door.

"Next time pay your bills, bitch," Pam says. "And maybe buy a diaper if you can come up with some pennies."

Lauren simply gurgles and whimpers, her hands covering her face in shame, as she hears the door to the room open and then close.