No one likes to work on the day after Christmas, especially if it involves getting up extra early to be in the studio. Seema Mody, CNBC hottie extraordinaire, knew that it took efforts like this one to get to the top of the pecking order. She had made it through the year and frankly felt she hadn't received enough air time. She had the brains and the beauty but little bitches like Kayla Tausche and Jackie DeAngelis just got in the way. At least she'd have plenty of air time on the day after christmas hosting Worldwide Exchange, having the camera all to her self.
Arriving at CNBC's downtown Wall Street studio, Seema mentally prepped for the day's economic news. Fiscal cliffs, the strong Japanese market and...what's this? What was Jackie DeAngelis doing in this early?
Jackie was another aspiring beauty in the CNBC stable of hotties. A bit older than Seema, the two had tangled in the past and the year was spent exchanging greetings of bitchiness and once or twice, actual blows. Jackie's muscular arms had a way of crushing the smaller Seema.
"Hello Seema" Jackie smiled, legs crossed, while wearing a powder blue dress. "You didn't get the memo? We're co-hosting today. You and me. Guess you'll have to share the screen with me."
Seema was furious and tried to find the director or this memo Jackie referenced. With five minutes before going live, now was not the time to quarrel and so the cameras began filming...
And for the first 15 minutes the two tried to be civil and professional, smiling for the camera and temporarily forgetting their mutual hatred. But this was supposed to be Seema's moment and she knew Jackie had to have done everything in her power to sabotage her. The picture below was taken just moments before Seema acted on her hatred and explains why CNBC had to run a few extra long commercials during the 7am hour...
"Listen Jackie, why don't you go back to your cubicle and do some research. I can handle the rest of the hour." Seema snarled. The ever smiling Jackie chortled back, "And let you get all the air time, bitch? No, you're going to have to make me get off the air and that ain't going to happen. Not with your puny arms and punier boobs. B cup, padded?" Jackie hurled the insults like the blows they were about to exchange.
That was it. Months of built up hatred boiled up as Seema dropped her papers and reached for Jackie's hair. Shaking back and forth, she dug her talons into the lovely locks of Jackie, who while startled, followed suit and grabbed a stronghold of Seema's raven hair.
The camera crew, like any red blooded american males, did nothing to interfere and let nature unfold. I mean, who'd want to stop these two beauties from going at it?
The two fell to the floor,fingers clutching hair and bodies shaking back and forth. Jackie used her superior upper body strength to slam Seema to the ground. "Guess you like being on the bottom bitch" Jackie laughed as she proceeded to slap Seema's face repeatedly. The struggle had hiked Seema's brown skirt up and her heels were tossed aside. "Nooo!" the pinned down Seema yelled, using gravity to defy Jackie's grip. Jackie fell back, her long legs exposed as the two sets of perfect legs interlocked.
Their legs tangled, the two pressed and contorted in pain, trying to seize an advantage over the other. Seema slapped Jackie's chest and managed to start a rip down the front of Jackie's blouse, exposing a white bra. Disoriented by the frontal attack, Jackie gave up her leg lock and staggered back, pulling down the remains of her blue top so as to deny Seema something to hold on to.
By this point the CNBC control room was rolling another ad for gold. A crowd was forming in the control room and the staff was loving the sexy struggle.
"So you rip my top so you can see what real boobs are like, isn't that right Seema?" Jackie yelled as she reached and ripped down Seema's brown top, exposing a black bra that guarded her delicate dumplings. "Ouch, you bitch" Seema squirmed, trying her best to resist the heavy pull of Jackie's grabby hands. A slap to Jackie's side slowed her advance, giving Seema time to slip out of her torn dress. Jackie did the same, leaving the two anchors clad in contrasting lingerie.
"Are you woman enough to make this interesting?" Jackie taunted as she undid the straps of her own bra and revealed her perky C cups, nipples erect and hard. Seema stood up proudly and arched her back, B cups at attention and replied, "What took you so long, you fat, saggy cow."
The two approached, like two titans ready to collide and decided to let their boobs do the fighting. A quick jab of the left breast from Jackie startled the smaller Seema, who regained her composure and bounced back with a double jab of her own. Brown nipple met pink nipple as the two women wielded their weapons like knives being sharpened.
Up and down the mounds moved, a mammary earthquake. Unrepentant and unmoved, Seema stood her ground against the more well endowed opponent but knew she had to do something quick lest her girls surrender. So she reached out with her talons and grabbed with two fingers Jackie's areolas and placed her thumb underneath the boob to begin a pincher movement.
Caught by surprise, Jackie shrieked in pain as her sensitive mounds fell under a frontal assault of the Indian army known as Seema Mody.
Mustering all her strength and resistance, Jackie fought back and grabbed a handful of Seema's knockers. Seema's grip may have been first but Jackie's was more encompassing due to Seema's tinier tits and she knew it was a gamble to initiate such a pincher grip.
Seema's element of surprise was completely gone as Jackie tightened her handfuls, Seema weakening and almost ready to relinquish her own grip. But she refused as thoughts of fame and fortune danced through her head...until a quick shocking entirely unexpected blast of cold water stung her skin.
Michelle Caruso Cabrera had entered the set, with a bucket of water which she threw at the wildcats. "Listen bitches, get off the air." Michelle barked, grabbing both by their hair and throwing them towards the side. "You had your fun and settle it in the locker room. We ran enough commercials to cover your little fight but now it's back to business."
The two topless lasses were at the total mercy of the big titted MCC and they knew their place. Michelle threw their dresses back at the them, while Jackie and Seema shivered from the shock of the cold water. The two retreated, covering their exposed tits and ran off to their respective dressing rooms, addressing their wounds and plotting their next move. The fight wasn't over by any means...Seema stared at her battered breasts, marked up from Jackie's grip and rubbed them to ease the pain. In the other room Jackie massaged her mighty orbs, proud of their performance and ready for more. She'd managed to keep a strand of Seema's hair, ripped from her head and rubbed the black hair against her still hard nipples. Jackie's only disappointment was that the fight wasn't in the nude...
To be continued.
