The lotion battle reaches its slippery conclusion.

10:02 am Sunny Day Mall Floor 6 Head Office of Wet “N” Antics Corporation

Product Testing Hall.

The strip-battle between Emi Watanabe and Sayaka Mori continued to rage within the confines of the lotion pool; and Ethan was finding the whole spectacle very gratifying indeed. It was as hilarious as it was hot to watch the two Japanese office ladies’ professional appearance unravelled much like their composure. Each was now determined to pull and stretch their opponents clothes any which way if it resulted in a button popping off or a seam splitting wide open. And each time a piece of clothing became a casualty of the lotion wrestling match, Ethan ticked off an item on an imaginary bingo card of corporate decorum violations with an ever-widening grin. The prize in this HR nightmare of course would be one very fucked employee, both professionally and literally.

Sayaka's sleek blazer, once the epitome of corporate style, was now flapping open at a crooked angle, hanging desperately from a single clinging button. Emi's had fared no better, with her skirt, such as it remained was scrunched up around her hips.

In the midst of the fray, Emi managed to snag the bottom of Sayaka's jacket, giving it a firm yank and found herself holding a strip of fabric clean off the garment. The lotion’s properties were harmless to humans but intentionally erosive to fabrics, part of the companies new and risqué Clothes-Away-Line that was being tested. Sayaka's eyes widened and she retaliated by making a grab for Emi's sleeve, which, after a solid tug, detached along the seam and came away in her hand like a limp flag of surrender.

The two looked at each other, pieces of their dishevelled wardrobes in hand, and for a moment, the ridiculous nature of their predicament suspended hostilities. They knelt in the pool, panting and drenched in lotion that had long since made their clothes more of an encumbrance than a shield.

“Well, the results are in” panted Emi flicking away Sayaka’s errant sleeve onto the pool’s edge. “The lotion’s fabric eating qualities get top marks. R&D will be happy their ‘Clothes -Away-Line’ will be a success”

"Suits are so overrated," Sayaka said, with her usual cool delivery.

"Next season's look: lotion-soaked chic," Emi responded warily gliding around the pool on her knees trying to circle her opponent.

“Two minutes left girls" announced Ethan.

The women resumed their duel, clothes peeling away. Even though she was quickly running out of options, Emi tore at Sayaka’s shirt, her rival's white bra showing through and pulled it down so that Sayak’s titties came partially free, though the garment was still on. Meanwhile Sayaka got her fingers on Emi's white panties and ripped them down, revealing Emi's neatly trimmed bush. In response, Emi slid onto top of the Senior Business Manager. Her fingers slipped on the metal bra clasp and she thought she couldn’t find purchase but a lucky flick of her wet fingers unfastened it and fully exposed a pair of pert breasts topped by soft pink nipples as the bra itself slipped away into the pool. Sayaka was in a panic. Emi's bottom half was naked but she still had her top on and Sayaka only had her tights and shirt on.

Smooth supple bodies slipped and slid against each other, limbs entwined. Sayaka found Emi gliding down her body and twisting her slim body. Then in a particularly sly manoeuvre Emi lifted Sayak's right leg and scissored herself between the woman's thighs, gripping her thigh firmly with both hands so that Sayaka’s glistening and well defined calf was over Emi’s shoulder. Sayaka was for a moment frozen in shock at this overtly sexual escalation.

Emi began to grind her wet crotch against Sayaka's pussy. He plan was to bring her prissy rival to orgasm and in the resultant distraction finish off claiming her garments. She figured this would also buy her an extension on the two minute warning from Ethan. But she had underestimated Sayaka's determination. The Senior Business Manager felt a thrill of sexual urgency course through her body as she ground back against Emi.

Sayaka twisted her upper body attempting to keep Emi's pussy lips off her clit. She managed to escape Emi's clutches for a few moments until her opponent pinned her shoulders down into the slick surface and Sayaka felt her pussy become a slick piston sliding hard against her rival. Sayaka cried out her frustration at being unable to free herself, despite the lubrication provided by the lotion.

Finally, inevitably, the orgiastic sensations began to take hold. Shivers shook her entire body. Sayaka squirmed, lost in the haze of arousal. She moaned as Emi pushed deep into her. Her head tipped back as she threw her head back. Relentlessly pressing her advantage Emi pressing her tongue into Sayaka's mouth as they kissed in a frenzied exchange.

Then Emi held Sayaka's legs spread wide open with her thighs. Eyes closed, neck arched, body bent at the waist Emi ground harder into Sayaka's wet folds. Sayaka could no longer stand it and began bucking her hips in response. She let out a long groan as her massive climax washed over her. Meanwhile as in a single quick motion Emi released the convulsing Sayaka's quivering legs. Grabbing her boss's shirt, she pulled off the apparel’s unresisting arms, the garment coming apart like sodden paper before pulling down Sayaka's tights, leaving her rival naked. And ready for Ethan.