I work in a hospital dietary department office which is staffed by all women. There are only 8 of us and, with the exception of 2, we all get along great. However, these two, and in particular one, have tried their best to turn the office into a miserable place to work through promoting office rivalry and jealousy. Ass kissing and brown nosing have, until last fall, prevailed. All prompted by these two. The other women, including myself, have tried to derail these two bitches efforts, especially the one's. Her name is Tammy. She thought she was the gift to the world and better than everyone else. Nothing worked in our efforts to put her in line, She had a way around everything. That was, however, until just last fall when one of the women had a party at her house and, out of consideration, invited everyone. That included the two bitches. Nobody thought they would come, but they did and arrived earlier than most and the one in particular, Tammy, acted as if she was running the show. It was an outdoor cook out and being still warm outside, most women there wore either a light dress or skirt. The trouble maker wore a striped crochet skirt. I know she can't crochet, let alone sew, but it would have looked good on anyone else but her. The topic among the women was that everyone noticed how Tammy could not make a move there without her side kick following her around. That was, however, until my friend pointed out that Tammy's skirt was coming apart in the rear. I didn't notice it until she turned around and there it was, a long piece of yarn, maybe a foot long, hanging down and just swaying in the breeze. the hem was already pulling apart and with at least fifteen people there, all the women from our office, not to mention some kids running around, this would be the perfect time to humiliate her. But how? By now most of the office women switched the topic of discussion to her skirt, and it was my best friend who gave that piece of yarn the first tug. This bitch, Tammy, came over by my friend and started talking with someone we did not know. My friend sitting right next to the bitch, who was standing with her rear facing my friend, got hold of that strand and pulled. You could see what was going on and that it did not require any effort at all. Just a gentle pull and the strand got longer as it zig- zagged it's way up her rear, causing the seam to separate. My friend pulled and pulled until the skirt was split open at least half way up the rear. This bitch just stood there giggling away and talking, with the other office bitch standing next to her. Then, all at once, decided to walk away to get another drink with her friend with her. Now the chase was on to finish off the job. All the women seen what was going on and, being nobody there liked her, except for one, we were all in on it together. There she was, walking around, stopping to strike up conversation with other women, and this long strand of yarn trailing on the ground behind her. I cannot believe she did not notice. All the other women were trying their best to get up behind her, step on that piece of yarn, and finish what was started. This bitch, as usual, seemed to have nine lives just like a cat. Seeing her sitting, I figured that she was once again home free. Oh no, she got up to walk to the table where the drinks were, I decided it was time to finish what was started. I got up too, walked to the same table, and got something from the cooler. Not two words were said between us, just stares, but when she turned to walk away I took my food and firmly stepped down on that strand of yarn. It was firmly anchored between the grass and my favorite pink pumps and as I watched her walk away to where she was sitting, I could plainly see that skirt unravel apart. She did not even make it the thirty or so feet to the chair before the yarn reached it's end, pulled out, and fell to the ground. That was not all that hit the ground. The skirt popped apart, fell down to the ground too. So did the drinks in her hands when she realized what had happened. It's a good thing she dropped the drinks as she would need both hands free now. Yes, she was wearing a thong, unfortunately. All the women there started pointing at her and laughing and giggling hysterically as she grabbed hold of what was left of her skirt and was frantically squirming around trying to cover her thong and ass crack with her two hands. Her friend jumped up from her chair and, approaching her from behind, tried to cover up her rear while at the same time reaching around her to help cover up her front with her hands too. What a commotion and it was even more comical as her friend was rushing the bitch out of the back yard toward the front where their car was parked, the whole time with the bitch clutching the remainder of her skirt, screaming, and her friend helping her along with her hands over the bitch's crotch and ass. That event was now the topic of conversation. The party ended late that Saturday evening. Monday, the one came to work, but not Tammy. She phoned our immediate supervisor over the weekend, told her what happened, and quit. Well, we were all called into a meeting and were asked to explain what had happened and who initiated it. One of the women quickly pointed out that, since it did not happen on work time or property, it was of no concern to her. That quickly ended that meeting. Not long after, the other woman quit too. Good riddance to bad rubbish, and office is back to normal.