She gets stripped

Lauren whimpers and mewls like a weak little kitten as Megan takes hold of her sunglasses and pulls them off her face.

"Please... can't I keep a few things?" Lauren begs, as her ex-maid tosses her designer shades haphazardly into a cardboard banker box.

"Nuh-uh," Megan says sadistically. "Vanessa was very clear. You get nothing!"

She bends down and lift's Lauren's left leg up, sliding her expensive shoe and sock off her foot, and then repeating the process with Lauren's right.

Poor pauper Lauren loses a good several inches when Megan finishes, making the penniless peasant feel even smaller and weaker.

"B-but... I... I need clothes!" Lauren whines as Megan tosses her shoes, socks and lifts into the box with the glasses.

"Not my problem!" Megan says with a smile, eager to teach this spoiled brat a lesson. "Lift your arms, girl."

"N-no!" Lauren says as she wimpily tries to fight back. Unfortunately, months of pampered living, combined with her already weak physique, and the emotionally and physically draining day she's already had means she's no match for the bigger woman when Megan grabs hold of her t-shirt.

"Up we go!" The ex-maid says in a sing-song voice as she lifts the $500 (seriously?! $500 for a t-shirt? It's not even a nice design!) out of the petite girl's hands and over her head in one swift motion.

Lauren cries out like a little bullied girl as she loses her balance and falls backward onto her heart-shaped ass.

She squeaks in shame when she sees her generously padded bra is now exposed and blushes in embarrassment before trying to shield her (no-longer) secret shame from Megan.

"D-don't look!" Lauren wails as Megan grabs her $1000 pair designer jeans (actually $10 counterfeits, but Lauren was too ignorant to tell the difference) by their pant legs.

The garment is yanked off of Lauren with little fuss and tossed into the box with everything else. Lauren, the former debutante, the ex-millionare, and disgraced heiress, is now sitting on the floor in just her padded bra and spanx.

"Can... can I at least keep my underwear?" Lauren begs as the blush on her cheeks grows even redder. "Please? Why would Vanessa even want these?"