Office Catfight!

Callie and Fiona slam the office door shut and start glaring at each other. Turns out they’ve both been hitting on Peter for weeks, and neither one plans to hand him over. They circle the room like wrestlers waiting for the bell. Words fly first, then Fiona shoves Callie hard enough to knock her into the desk. Clothes get grabbed, buttons fly. Callie yanks Fiona’s blouse open, tits practically tumbling out. Fiona fires back and tears Callie’s skirt down the seam, panties flashing in the light. They’re panting, sweating, shirts in rags, when the door swings open. Peter steps in for a file and freezes. Two hot coworkers rolling around half-naked, fighting over him, right there on the floor. He should stop it. Really should. Instead he watches Fiona rip Callie’s bra away, tits bouncing free. Callie twists Fiona’s panties until they snap. Every tear makes them hotter, nipples stiff, breath ragged. Peter’s hand drops to his crotch without thinking. Finally they spot him. Three seconds of silent staring and the mood flips. No one reaches for cover. Fiona pulls Callie into a tongue-deep kiss, lips wet and open. Callie moans, already dragging Peter closer by the belt. Clothes, objections, and patience hit the carpet together.