Oh, she can.

Before Angela could ask what she meant, Roya scampered behind her and grabbed her by the waist. "What are you doing?!" She asked, completely bewildered.

Stella, on the other hand, did not need confirmation and simply ran to Angela and started unbuttoning her blouse. Angela wiggled and squirmed to get out of her way.

Roya had ****; there was only one option now. She moved her hands up to Angela's arms and started tickling. "What are you- hah... doing... hahaha... to me?" She struggled out between laughs. It was too hard to keep her hands on her blouse, so she let go to clutch her stomach, leaving way for Stella to start undoing the rest of her buttons and pull off her blazer and blouse, exposing a bright pink, and obviously stuffed, bra.

Angela held up her hands to cover her top, allowing Stella to pull off her belt and for Roya to pull down her pants, revealing a pair of pink frilly panties to match her bra.

Angela was completely flabbergasted at her colleagues. To think Stella and Roya had such inhibitions. "Girls, please, you can't just do this. We're in public!"

"That didn't stop Roya." Stella giggled, as she nodded to the aforementioned, who took the opportunity to unhook Angela's bra, which fell to the ground, along with the falsies inside of it. As Angela reached up to cover her exposed breasts, Stella reached down to grab and pull down her panties, leaving them at her ankles and leaving her completely naked.

Angela ran her hands along her naked body, trying in vain to cover her boobs, pussy, and buttocks all at once. Meanwhile, Stella just chuckled at her friend's folly as she started to strip off her jacket.

Angela turned to face Roya, who was smiling back smugly. "I'll have your position for this. You'll never work in my company again."

"Technically, you can't fire a branch manager without the board's approval," Deirdre spoke up, her face glowing as pink as Angela's underwear.

"And I doubt you'd want to recount this story to them," Stella said. Angela looked back to see her colleague was already topless, her ample tits swinging as she straightened her hair.

"Stella? Are you kidding me?!" Stella just shrugged. "Oh, whatever. Just give me my clothes back." However, in her embarrassment, Angela had evidently forgotten her pants were still around her ankles. Losing her balance, she fell face-first to the ground, her legs swinging in the air.

Seizing the opportunity, Roya pulled off her pants and panties and, grabbing the rest of her clothes, ran over to her car. "Noooo!" Angela cried out, pushing herself off the ground, but it was too late. Roya had already thrown the clothes into the backseat and locked the door. As hard as she pulled on the handle, her breasts and butt cheeks jiggling as she shook, it was to no avail.

"Open the door!" She yelled, turning on Roya.

"No can do." She held up her empty hands, having already planted the key back in its hiding place. "I seem to have misplaced the key. Also, you may want to be a little quieter. Who knows who could be watching?"

Angela just scowled, placing her hands over her bare chest, only slightly ashamed of its size when looking at Roya's ample tits.

"Well, then, now that that's settled.," Stella said jovially, having already stripped, as she egged Deirdre to join them, "where do you suggest we go, Roya?"