One-sided catfight

"Okay, then," Carol butted in, "if there's nothing to be ashamed of, let's see you get naked!"

The lady was taken aback by this, and stammered "N-no, that's not what I meant. Y-you're the ones getting meas-"

"Yeah," Lauren jumped on what was happening, "let's see the goods, hot stuff!"

The woman was stunned to silence as the duo closed in on her, Carol getting her bottoms and Lauren going for the top.

The woman tried to hold on to the waistband of her khakis first of all, but this was of no use as Carol unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned them, pulling the zipper down and getting her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Carol pulled down as the woman held the garments up for dear life. This continued until Carol slapped the woman's left buttcheek, causing her to reflexively let go of the left side of her pants to rub it. This let Carol pull down the left side of the woman's pants and panties to her thighs, and seeing no use in further resistance the woman surrendered the right side to bring her hands up in the top defense. Having secured control of the garments, Carol pulled everything down to the woman's ankles, having to physically pull each of the woman's legs up by the shins to get them - and the woman's work shoes and socks - all the way off, leaving her naked from the waist down.

As for the top, the woman's failed khaki defense left ample opportunity for Lauren to unbutton her name tag-emblazoned vest. The woman tried to wriggle away from Lauren's hands, but it was no use as Lauren got it all the way off and pushed it off the woman's shoulders until it fell onto her khaki-occupied wrists. By the time the woman had surrendered the bottoms - in the process letting the vest fall all the way down onto the floor - Lauren had moved on to her blouse and was already halfway done with it.

"Stop, stop!" the woman finally mustered up the courage to form words, shouting them out, "What are you doing?"

Carol, now free from bottom duty and able to reinforce her mother's efforts, snuck behind the woman, and much to the woman's horror put her arms up underneath her blouse and undershirt. Feeling a special kind of violation from the sensation of a stranger's arms underneath her own clothing on her bare backside, the woman's eyes widened as she felt Carol's hands unclasping her bra and slipping it down her torso (once again giving her an electric feeling as it brushed her skin under her dwindling clothing) and down onto the floor.

At this point, despite her constant swatting, Lauren had already unbuttoned the blouse completely and once again pushed it off her shoulders onto her forearms. The woman really took in the sensation of being "naked with (a decreasing amount of) clothes on", and shifted firmly to the defensive as she grabbed the hem of her tank-top undershirt, pulling it to cover her pussy and keeping hold of it to keep the blouse on her arms.

Unfortunately, she was not the only one grabbing the hem. Lauren also grabbed it in the front, and Carol grabbed it in the back. One woman pulling down, and two pulling up, led to a net pull of the undershirt up and over the woman's head, coming down the woman's arms as she kept screaming and joining the blouse at her wrists. Lauren performed the coup de grace, pulling both garments off the woman's wrists as she became well and truly naked, performing the classic ENF pose.

"You guys are psychos!" the woman yelled at them, "I'm getting my manager, and you are in so much trouble!" as she turned to rush out.