Lauren at the meeting!

Sitting around a table was every executive and partner. Vanessa had managed to sneak in with the secretaries in the back of the room. She saw Lauren enter and grin.

Lauren strut in, with a firm, authoritative confidence completely undercut by her slutty, ill fitting and utterly exposing outfit. Instantly the older men and women around the table, the heads of the company, all bristled in their seats. What was going on? Lauren, oblivious, strut before them and then turned and faced them, wearing nothing but a tanga slingshot bikini!

"Good afternoon," She greeted them, utterly unaware of her situation. It took everything Vanessa had to not explode with laughter as she filmed on her phone.

"I'm excited to come before you all today to talk about our assets." Lauren explained. She gestured at a graph behind her.

"As you can see, our last quarter assets are smaller then expected." She said. Meanwhile, her little breasts were barely contained under thin strips of material.

"In fact, they're downright tiny. Pathetic really." Lauren explained, jiggling her AA cups unwittingly.

"So, what to do with these shameful little assets?" She asked the stunned faces rhetorically.