"Don't you think it's weird that we're having an office party at a house, dude?" James said, leaning against the wall of the hallway. When you have such a close friend group, it's more fun to just hang out with each other somewhere quieter than join the general party atmosphere around them.
"I dunno, a little. I guess they didn't want us roughing up their walls or anything." I shrugged and then looked towards the end of the hallway, where the stairs downwards were visible. "But hey, I don't mind. It's nice to be invited to an event like this one."
Both of my cronies nodded, and then Danny adjusted his backwards baseball cap. "You guys wanna check out the rest of the house? Just kinda get a feel for it?"
"Wow, good idea," James exclaimed. "Who knows what there is to see on the second floor?"
I wanted to object to the idea of exploring our bosses' home, since obviously if they found us scrounging through their private stuff… well, let's just say I wasn't exactly sure how that'd turn out. But hey, why not? I could always make up an excuse later in the night about needing to use the bathroom or something and getting lost. So I followed them away from the stairs, and we peered into a few rooms. It was all so upper-crusty, with gold leafing everywhere you turned. The place had marble floors and fancy furniture, but nothing really stood out as being worth looking at or even taking pictures of. We strolled over to the last door down the hallway as we talked about our week – which turned out to be the master bedroom. "James, you really think th—" I froze, along with James as well. Danny was behind us, and I'm sure he was a deer in headlights too from what we saw. There on the bed of the master bedroom was two office ladies, staring back at us with the same shock of being caught. Their hands were frozen on eachother's clothing, and their shirts were unbuttoned, revealing some bras underneath. One had a plaid red bra, and the other had a pink floral pattern. For a solid six seconds nobody moved at all like we were caught in some kind of Renaissance painting until finally James cleared his throat loudly and pulled us three into a football huddle.
Danny whispered, "Dude! What are they doing here?!"
My hushed response came next. "They're totally planning on doing it."
"Who are they? I don't recognize them, are they from a different department?" James asked.
"No way," I replied confidently but quietly. "I know those two."
"You do? From where?"
"They're the quiet chicks over there who work in HR."
"Oh shit!" Danny exclaimed.
The girls watched us huddling, then glanced at each other. They seemed to come to some kind of silent agreement, because one reached over her shoulder and grabbed her shirt closed, but still sat confused and shocked at our emergence.
We finished our football huddle, all agreed upon one idea. I turned to the two lesbian office girls from HR and announced: "