The CNBC holiday party was an event Seema Mody couldn't wait to attend. It had been a long first year for the aspiring financial TV personality from India. At last she could let loose a bit, network and see if her on air time could increase going into 2012.
The Trump Soho hotel was a rich, opulent environment for a party, given the economic malaise affecting most of the nation. NYC's media elite were ready to party like it was 1999.
Seema was feeling confident and relaxed, chatting with various guests and letting the smalltalk flow. Wearing thigh high leather boots, a tight black dress that showed some skin between hemline and boot, didn't hurt her chances in wowing the male guests either.
Yet she could feel a set of eyes targeting her as she tried to work the room. She knew who it was and who was observing her moves. The eyes belonged to Kayla Tausche, fellow 2011 rookie at CNBC and one of the many girls Seema tussled with behind the scenes and never on air.
On air, the various women pretended to get along but behind the scenes was a ruthless competition for female supremacy. Backstabbing, breast slapping and general bitchiness was the norm and Seema was slowly acclimatizing to her work envrionment. She'd even taught some of the girls a lesson but had her share of humiliations too.
A quick check of the blackberry revealed a strange meeting request. "The trump soho boardrom? In 5 minutes?" The invite was sent from Michelle Caruso Cabrera, of all people, the bustiest and most dominant of all women at CNBC.
After a quick stop to freshen up, Seema found an elevator bank and sped up to the 20th floor boardroom.
A few steps ahead of her she spotted a figure in a green dress. It was Kayla Tausche, entering the boardroom just now.
Seema rushed in and saw Michelle sitting at the head of the table, with Kayla a few feet away. Kayla seemed pissed at the sight of Seema and asked, "What's she doing here?"
Michelle, decked out in a cleavage busting white top, stood up and approached the two rookies.
Walking with an air of dominance and power, Michelle cut a seductive path around each younger girl and said, "It's come to my attention from headquarters that one of you will be getting more air time next year. I've been asked to recommend one of you."
Seema tensed up with excitement yet fear.
Continuing, Michelle stood in front of the two girls and placed a hand on each one's chest, slowly carressing their respective left boobs.
"There's only one option that works for me. You two..."
before she said the next words, her sensual hands gripped Seema's and Kayla's left boob in a fist of pain. "have to fight for it and entertain me."
Relinquishing the shocking grip and sending the two girls staggering back, Michelle returned to her seat.
"Strip down to your lingerie, get on the table and fight. If you dont, you'll have to fight *me*".
The bad blood between Seema and Kayla didn't need any stirring .Each was secretly lusting to renew their struggle but hadn't expected to do so tonight.
"Oh, and there are some guests anxious to watch."
With that, the doors swung open and out walked the rest of the CNBC female staff: Mandy Drury, Melissa Lee, Jackie D'Angelis, Sharon Epperson, Sue Herrara and more.
Quickly removing her outfit, Seema's black bra and panty was ready for combat as she hoisted herself atop the board room table. Her C-cups were perky and already aroused from the recent contact with Michele's hands. Meanwhile, Kayla took to antoher corner of the table, stripped and stood her ground sporting a green bra and panty set.
The other CNBC girls starting chanting, "Slap her Seema!" "Kill her, Kayla!" "Fuck that bitch up!"
Reaching a crescendo of encouragement, Michele yelled out "Fight!" and the two young females unleashed their fury on each other.
Kayla quickly dodged a slap from Seema and used her barefoot to kick Seema's ribs. Staggering back, Seema regained her balance and stared down her opponent.
Who was this B cup bimbo? Lunging forward, Seema reached for Kayla's short hair and her move was matched by Kayla. Seema's longer black locks gave Kayla an advantage as she pulled her hair. Both girls were now on their knees on the sturdy boardroom table.
Shaking back and forth, neither relinquished hair until finally Seema slapped Kayla's butt and pulled her green thong up.
"Bitch!" Kayla yelled in pain as the uplifted thong started to show off her shaved pussy.
Embarassed, Kayla fought back, launching her teeth at Seema's C cups, the right one had already come down revealing a mound of tight tender breast flesh.
"Owww!" Seema screamed as Kayla's teeth bit her tit.
The girls were loving it and Melissa Lee went so far as to reveal two bottles of champagne, which she shook and proceeded to spray on the girls.
"I like my bitches wet" she laughed as the two combatants were showered down in champagne by the crowd.
Despite the spray, Kayla didn't let go until Seema finally used a free hand to pull down Kayla's thong entirely and offer a strong scratch of her pussy.
The crowd cheered the removal of underwear.
Kayla was red faced and angrier than ever, launching a counterattack from behind, using her left arm to choke Seema while her right dropped down her bra.
Getting down on her knees, Seema's exposed rack was there for all to see...and Kayla moved closer to the edge of the table for every other girl to get a good look and touch.
First up for a squeeze was the indomitable Melissa Lee, who gave Seema's right tit a good twist. "Payback, bitch" she mumbled. Mandy Drury went so far as to take her own tit and slam it into Seema's embarassed orb. Jackie D'Angelis sucked it and finally Sue Harrara pulled it down an extended few inches as Seema yelled in unbelievable pain.
Were all these women against her? she thought as Kayla relished the unofficial 'help'.
Michele looked amused from her position at the head of the table.
"Let her go!" she yelled at Kayla. "Now go to separate corners."
Michele stood up and removed a strap-on. "Whoever fucks the other girl first gets more on air time in 2012." She threw it on the table and walked away, amused.
Seema and Kayla rushed for the strap on and struggled to control it. Falling into Seema's possession, she tried to encircle Kayla while simultaneously putting it on.
Her plan failed as Kayla was too quick and slapped the strap-on aside, kicking Seema in the stomach , who keeled over in pain.
Straddling Seema in a school girl pin, Kayla smacked her face repeatedly, perhaps hoping to ruin her more beautiful opponent's chances of ever working on TV again.
Suddenly the door swung open and more guests arrived. The men of CNBC.
"What have we here?" yelled out Jim Cramer. "Michele, you've outdone yourself this year!" commented Herb Greenberg.
"Gentlemen, we're just about ready to see one girl fuck antoher. Enjoy." Michele's description was accurate as Kayla applied the strap on to her waist.
The fear of dread that entered Seema's body was debilitating. With a firm grasp of her hair, Kayla moved Seema's head closer to the strap-on and ordered her to suck it.
"Buy buy buy!" Cramer yelled excitedly as Seema's chances of victory were smashed by the rubbery end of a strap-on.
"Good girl" Kayla taunted as Seema did as she was told, "give it to me like you do Larry Kudlow at 7pm each night."
That won a huge round of laughter as the crowd raucously cheered.
One person who didn't find this all funny was Mandy Drury as wihle she had her differences with Seema, really hated seeing her humiliated like this. I mean, with a strap-on.
Shaking her head, she pleaded with Kayla, "Come on, that's enough. We get the point."
Jackie D'Angelis didn't like Mandy's interferring and told her so.
"Oh yeah? Who made you boss?" and Mandy slapped Jackie in the face.
Chants of "Fight fight fight!" broke out as a second attraction in female cattiness commenced. Trying to break things up, Melissa Lee and Sharron Epperson suddenly traded blows, Sharon's high heels pressing into Melissa's throat. Before you knew it, all the ladies except Michele were fighting like cats as a battle royale commenced.
She walked over to the men , who told her "I don't know how you are going to top this next year ,Michele".
With that, she smiled, started tossing money on the feral female combatants and enjoyed the show.
