The holidays are fast approaching, you've been swept up in the festivities, and underneath it all, the only thing you wish for - truly wish for - is to see two women strip and fight, right infront of you. What a hot, sexy event that would be. Talk about spicing up an otherwise mediocre office party. It would be 50 Xmas presents in one.

Of course, you don't expect it to happen. That's the thing about fantasies. They remain in your head, to rehashed whenever boredom (or lust) strikes. It's not actually a possibility. Or so you think, until you take a wrong turn in your pursuit of a c...

The holidays are fast approaching, you've been swept up in the festivities, and underneath it all, the only thing you wish for - truly wish for - is to see two women strip and fight, right infront of you. What a hot, sexy event that would be. Talk about spicing up an otherwise mediocre office party. It would be 50 Xmas presents in one.

Of course, you don't expect it to happen. That's the thing about fantasies. They remain in your head, to rehashed whenever boredom (or lust) strikes. It's not actually a possibility. Or so you think, until you take a wrong turn in your pursuit of a cold beverage at your boss's house. He's hosting the staff party together with his wife this year and you've been told that there are more cold bears in the other fridge, the one in the garage.

You stumble in on a disagreement between two coworkers and you aren't quite sure what to do. They didn't notice you entering, and if you use the door again you'll surely be heard. They might turn on you, or, worse, they might stop altogether. What are they even fighting about. It sounds like a matter of jealousy. There's a bit of bravado going on, talk of who has the better body (in your opinion they both have banging bodies, but you're not opening your mouth). Now one of them is stripping out of her dress! Is the other following? You hunker down beside some boxes to stay and witness sparks flying.