Panties

The crowd was going mad over the prospect of seeing the hot woman in even less. So was her secretary, Tiffany, and many of her other co-workers present. Not that they hadn't seen more than enough already. Definitely more than Lauren used to show off at the office.

But the thought of her secrets getting out -- not just to random passers-by but to people who knew her, who worked for her -- was scaring the usually untouchable woman to bits. Lauren closed her eyes as she conteplated her situation. As unlikely as it seemed, she was still searching for a way to get out of it ahead. And she'd just might found one. Or so she thought.

"Okay..." she started in a shaky voice. "Bravo..." she continued louder. "You've some... talent. I give you that. I was... wrong about you..." She turned even redder at the concept of admitting her mistake, but it seemed to be a way out. "I... I get the joke. Very funny." she started a slow clap that the magician allowed her to accomplish. How could she not. The high and mighty ice queen was practically groveling before her. Even if it was just a transparent way of stroking her ego, it made the magician beam with superiority nonetheless. Then Lauren turned to the blonde and whispered. "Now, it's over. Time the two of us went backstage to have a little face to face chat. Don't you think so?"

"Now? But you were just about to take something else off." sneered the magician vixenly.

"What? No! You've had your fun!"

"Believe me, sweetheart," whispered the magician as her eyes darted to Lauren's bulky wonderbra. "The real fun's just about to begin. So, what's your choice?"

"Nothing! This ends now!" yelled Lauren angrily.

"Bra or panties?" insisted the blonde.

"Screw you! You can't **** me to..."

"Bra it is, then." shrugged the magician.

"NOOO!!! Anything but that!" Lauren shuddered. She would have recoiled had she been able to move her body. The idea of losing her bra in front of many of her co-workers, and even her underling Tiff, was terrifying to her. Even worse than terrifying.

"What was that?"

"...panties..." mumbled Lauren with abject shame.

"I can't hear you!" smiled the blonde.

"Panties!"

"Are you sure?" teased the other woman. "I'm quite positive the audience is just dying to get a glimpse at those luscious melons of yours."

"Yes. Panties..." nodded Lauren in defeat.

"Why the change of heart, darling?"

"I don't... They are not worthy of seeing my... breasts..." she lied.

"Sure." chuckled the magician, interested in seeing how she would back that statement up. But first things first. "Heard the lady? Panties it is, then, ladies and gentlemen!"

Lauren's thumbs slipped into the waistband of her granny panties against her will. She stood there for a moment, facing the crowd just before her inevitable exposure. Then as if in a strip club, she spun around and bent over, knees straight, and slowly started pulling her panties down her pale cheeks.

"Sway those white buns for your audience." cackled the magician.

And Lauren did just that. Not of her own free will, mind you. Slowly, inch by inch, her panties descended down her slender legs, all the while her most private of places was put on display. After an excruciatingly long minute, she finally stepped out of her underwear and stood up. After tossing the aformentioned garment to the magician, a red faced Lauren turned to face her eager audience.

"Give her a roud of applause!" laughed the blonde as she profoundly looked over her prey.

And a round of applause she certainly did receive. And more. Whistles, catcalls, various degrading comments. Some from her co-workers, whose eyes she defiantely avoided.

"My, my... Look at that. Our kitty is a bare one." sneered the blonde. "Good thing she has those inviting breasts to prove she is no little girl, innit?" At least for now... she thought.