As Angie bent down to grab a package she realized the globes of her thong-clad butt were likely visible to half the room. She adjusted her approach to kneel, rather than bend, though the flex of her naked thighs elicited as much attention as her nearly naked ass.

Her elf costume was all a “big mistake” according to the Chairman. It was supposed to be a modest green tunic, a silly hat, and little shoes with rolled-up toes. Instead, she was in a clingy green velvet mini-dress with a trim of white fur just above where hers used to be, and red velvet pumps in place of elfen slippers. She was much more a Christmas tart than one of Santa’s elves.

Angie had suspected something was up when she received the invitation to the annual Board Christmas charity event. Why would the Board have her, a lowly analyst, at their event? She wanted to believe that it was her fluidity with derivatives that had gotten her noticed, but even in the enlightened age of 1983, she had a strong feeling it had more to do with her tits and ass. “Oh well,” Angie thought to herself, “Surely this chauvinist, misogynist dominance can’t last more than a few more years.”

All the Board members were dressed in various versions of Ole Saint Nick. Ms. Dalton, the V.P. of Human Resources and the only female member of the C-suite, ferried school kids from the adjoining conference room to the Santas, while Angie brought presents to them and led them out.

In less than an hour, the kids were on a bus with their stockings full of candy and their Barbies and GI Joes, and the tone within the Boardroom changed immediately.

Ms. Dalton popped a bottle of Champagne and began serving. Angie watched the usually straight-laced woman dance around the room in her sexy Mrs. Santa outfit. Eventually, Ms. Dalton — Audrey — got to Angie. As she poured Angie a glass of bubbly, Audrey leaned in to whisper, “This is an opportunity, little girl, are you open to it?” Not fully understanding, Angie nodded. Audrey smiled in response, gave a wink, and proceeded to pull her red velvet mini-dress over her head. Clad now only in demi-bra and thigh-highs, Audrey embraced Angie, who was too shocked to resist Audrey’s advance. The boisterous crowd erupted in cheers as the women kissed.

Before Angie could comprehend what was happening, she was spread out on the conference table in nothing more than her red velvet pumps and her green elf hat, as the HR VP gave her pussy an in-depth oral review. Angie couldn’t help but enjoy herself, grabbing Audrey’s short blond hair and pulling her into her writhing mound.

Just as Angie was about to peak, the Chairman offered her his substantial staff. Audrey’s words, “This is an opportunity,” became clear and Angie opened her mouth to take in the briny cock. Audrey’s ministrations between Angie’s legs changed in rhythm and intensity, as the CFO mounted her, driving into Audrey, and in a chain reaction, Angie as well.

Angie arched off the table in orgasm as the C-suite applauded. The Chairman shot an impressive load onto Angie’s taut torso, which Audrey wasted no time in sweeping up. Angie was savoring their sensual, salty kiss when she felt a thick member fill her quivering, still orgasmic cunt. Audrey dropped her blonde bush onto Angie’s face at the same time that she leaned forward to sample the COO’s dripping sword. And so things went, building in intensity and depravity, as each man took their turn, often two or three at a time, with the young analyst and her new mentor.

A couple of hours later, Angie and Audrey, lay cuddled in a cum-covered ball, as the Board members lit cigars and headed out of the conference room and back to their wives and children in the suburbs. Audrey disentangled herself from her young lover. Angie watched the globes of Audrey’s cheeks flex as she made her way across the large room. Audrey fiddled with a wood panel until a secret door opened. There was a whir and a click. Audrey turned and sashayed back toward Angie. She smiled mischievously, a VHS cassette in hand.

“Opportunity, young lady,” Audrey said, as she handed the tape to Angie. “Now, let’s go sample the Executive showers and then head to my place.”