Tis the season for another company party which is completely lame. To escape the lame ugly sweater party, we sneak into the bosses office and enjoy a martini from her cabinet. We decide to go back to my place where you're likely thinking you're going to get lucky. In fact, my offer to provide a strip tease has you taking shot after shot at my command. Looks like I'll be the one getting lucky tonight and you'll be getting fucked.