The Drinking Therapist – Smoking Fetish Story

Michelle Freeman paused and ran her tongue along her lips trying to feel and catch every stray drip, before nervously tilting her head down. She looked on at the smudged notes on her page from her last telephone call earlier this morning. Then her eyes widened she hurriedly leant further forward to catch and then overly loudly slurp back the missed dripping juice from her bottom lip before it dribbled down on to her obvious double chin. She had always been an extremely messy eater. She stayed very still and focused as she wiped her hand across her face. All because the moist slippery uncontrollable juices were again about to fall from her mouth, miss her chin, the plastic bowl below, and land onto her waiting her paperwork below.
The name she had scribbled beforehand began with a B, the rest was smudged further into unreadability with a tomato seed splattered in the middle of the overly loopy lower half of the capital B. Almost as if it had landed and hit a bull’s eye. Confident that she caught most of the current dribble. She stabbed the plastic fork again and she sat there and chewed on her red ripe cherry tomato again gushing as it uncontrollably squirted more juice on to her chin that ran like rivulet down on to her work below. At that moment in time, she really was not caring about the situation as her supermarket bought salad lagged in olive oil and mayonnaise continued to drop and drip off her chin as she watched the computer screen beside her. Her real focus was elsewhere.
Michelle was now loyally following Miriam’s instructions trying to be healthy at lunch. Rather than always eating pizza. They, together, had decided that she should try and watch her weight a little and if possible, actually lose some. So, she had to have a salad for lunch and dinner instead of pizza for every meal. She did not appreciate being a rabbit. But if she was meant not drinking, then she did not need fatty cheese laden dough to absorb it.
She sat there with one eye was on the screen and the other on the overly dripping fork. As on the computer screen, she had zoomed in on Miriam who was busy chasing the tip of a slice of meat feast pizza with her tongue whilst the meatballs slid slideways as they fell down landing on the top of her breasts missing her low- cut top. Miriam had often remarked when drunk that the shelf of her breasts were a conveniently large landing zone for misplaced food.
Michelle watched on as Miriam was sitting on the sofa next to the half-dressed Tiffany, her eyes glazed over with the amount of vodka Miriam had already plied into her. Michelle could not help but smile with happiness as Tiffany stopped chewing and shrugged her shoulders whilst giggling at Michelle as she unsteadily but purposefully lumbered her left thigh a little further as she spread her fat legs a little apart. Michelle smiled as she scrolled the wheel on the mouse as the picture panned out. She then giggled as Tiffany’s what had been bright pink cotton knickers first thing this morning, tugged high and overly firmly against bulging belly button again darkened a further shade of dark red again in the crotch, before momentarily glistening as the fabric absorbed some of the early expelled fluid prior to her powerful jet of urine bursting through as if the flood gate had been opened. It momentarily splattered against her chubby thighs before then forcefully gushing out just above the gusset as the puddle between her bare feet then started spreading across the floor like a river. She did not care, how could they, there was a puddle already there from half an hour ago, and she was happy as she had most of large pizza to each and half-drunk bottle of vodka in front of her.
Miriam in her equally wet knickers certainly did not mind that Tiffany was nonchalantly peeing in front of her without a care in the world, nor did Michelle sitting on the damp leather seat in the office. She chuckled and took her eyes off the screen and concentrated for a couple of seconds to get her coordination right as she stabbed the next tomato with her fork and after preparation of licking her lips, placed it between her teeth and started aggressively chewing again. Dribbling yet more juices down her chubby chin again that splattered loudly like spraying bullets on her paperwork below. She licked her lips some of the juice. What she missed continued to drip from her chin. With a sigh she picked up her glass filled with, and she would argue practically and mostly diet coke, and took a long gulp to wash it all down. Dribbling some of that off her lips and chin too. Again, the drips splattered, raining loudly noisily on the papers below.
She smiled as she watched as Miriam just about managed to get most of the pizza slice between her lips and was consequently spreading tomato sauce around her cheeks and as she lazily chewed. The pepperoni and mozzarella had slid and

fallen off in the first bite and one piece was sliding down between her breasts leaving a slug like streak of paprika stained oil down across her skin. This was going to be a messy afternoon as ever.
For Michelle the not really drinking and focusing on dieting with the consumption of only healthy food had been going well, mostly good sort of well, and then sort of not. There is only so many boring and fat free, taste free, celery and carrot sticks one can chew on.
She had been completely sober, for almost two whole weeks, being very good at helping Miriam look after her usuals, ordering food, getting them a taxi, being the excellent assistant. It had gone slightly screwy when they had then together got very drunk on Saturday afternoon. But she determined that she had to have her own fun at some point. Otherwise, it just was not fair.
Miriam did not complain that they had both started drinking at lunchtime. It was pouring with rain outside, there was nowhere to go. They had a couple of bottles of 19 Crimes in the cupboard, and that was extremely nice red to drink with their pasta lunch that Michelle had made. That one bottle of course had turned into two. Then they had decided it was particularly clever idea that they opened the spare bottle of vodka some point late afternoon. They had spent the afternoon mostly out their pyjamas giggling, drinking, kissing, and loving each other.
There had been an original plan to go out on the town, but by nightfall they were already naked it was still raining, and they were both far past the ability of walking straight to even consider leaving the flat. They had both passed out in each other’s arms on the sofa.
The fry up the following late morning on Sunday had to be a necessity, it was needed to soak up the alcohol. There was a required a couple of pints of cool cider at the bar down the road to try and shift the hangover, the third pint and a burger and chips, with ice cream for dinner cleared it.
But Monday morning with full conviction she was back being sober and on diet in full force. Toast no jam for breakfast and the boring salads for lunch, she was doing well. The scales did not suggest she was, but she felt better.
All whilst Miriam got on with dealing with the customers. Which of course meant a full afternoon of herself drinking and then eating the large fluid sopping up pizza. That evening Michelle had managed to cook herself a healthy vegetable stir fry,

lagged in oil. Being sort of sober helped and being very careful and precise she didn’t cut her fingers off with the knife as she cut the peppers and some more of the celery, but it did take a long time, but as she had all her fingers intact at the end she was pleased. So, after lagging them all in soy and a stir fry sauce to cook them, she just had to have a small glass of wine to celebrate. Then when it came to eating it, she was proud of herself that she didn’t spill many of the overly lagged in soy sauce noodles down her top.
There were always things for a first. She was so used waking up in the morning to find hardened dried food stuck to the bottom of her bra or resting imprinted on the sheets and her breasts and belly if she had passed out before taking her clothes off.
So, Michelle had helped herself to the rest of the wine bottle, as to her in all honesty there really was not much in the half left behind. Only a glass or two.
She was proud of herself as she had managed to get the washing done the previous week, it was strange to be actually washing her own piss wet and extremely dirty stinking knickers, leggings, and wine-stained tops, along with Miriam’s rather than letting Miriam do everything for her. She even managed to use the tumble dyer. As a treat Michelle only had a small drink to celebrate before putting the clothes away, as there was a bottle of vodka was in the cupboard above the machine for these special occasions. Miriam had normally looked after all these types of things, as stuff had happened around Michelle that she wasn’t really aware of, or could really even focus on, but after a week or so Michelle was slowly getting on top of it.
She had too, as the washing basket had been overflowing with rather pungent clothes and the both of them had had run out of clean dry knickers and the sink was extremely full of empty glasses and dirty frying pans. This all meant that the cupboards were empty, and the bin was full of black plastic microwave meal for one container. It was only fair, for Michelle to step up to the plate as for the last few years all she had done was eat, and then talk to customers about getting drunk, whilst sitting in permanently wet knickers as she got very drunk.
For the first time in years, other than getting herself to the corner shop for her supply of much needed cigarettes and or to the local Starbucks for a sobering coffee or two. Michelle was now tasked to do the weekly shopping; it was they agreed easier than letting Miriam do it. Miriam had to focus on the customers.

So, as just as Miriam had done it for the last two or so years it was now Michelle’s important job. Michelle had to laugh at Miriam’s drunkenly protests. She would tipsily boast, telling her as she split wine down her top as her lips failed to connect with the glass that she was great at shipping.
Michelle stepped up to the task. They did not need much but with Miriam disposed there was a problem now with empty cupboards and fridge they still had very much had need for breakfasts, bread, milk, coffee, and important stocks of wine. Michelle and Miriam also needed cigarettes, they both agreed that they found they helped them cope. Plus, her evening supply of crisps and chocolate.
Both women had determined that the daily walk was good for her. The further she walked the better. To get some fresh air in her lungs, the walk was done whilst of course smoking a cigarette as she mooched down the street. It was impressive for to do this as normally she was far too unstable on her feet for Miriam to even let her near the danger of the glass filled wine aisle in the store. Today she had been almost good in not finishing the bottle at lunch so in her opinion it was fine leaving Miriam alone with her customer just for the quick walk down the street. She had fun mooching around the store, it had taken her a little longer than she had thought.
Michelle only really noticed she had started peeing herself when it trickled enjoyably down the inside of both her thighs in her black jeans as she queued for the checkout.
Without too much of a fuss she was proud of herself as she had managed to find some muscles deep within her stomach fat to stop the waterworks making herself any wetter. She had just enjoyed the moment as the warm fluid wicked across under her sagging buttocks and then coolly tickled as it trickled down the back of her thighs to her knees. She had hoped she had saved herself before she became too obvious. She checked the floor, and it was just about still dry, a little splatter from a brief jet from her saturated crotch had landed between her feet. She casually moved her foot, spreading it around a little thinner. Thinking that would hide it. She could feel with every step that her socks and shoes had taken the brunt of it. She was again grateful for wearing her usual dark black jeans.
With the carrier bags filled up some of food she remembered to buy, and especially important couple of bottles of wine. She made sure it was all paid for, enjoying the squelch in her gusset with ever step as she headed outside. Once in the bright sunlight blinking hard, she shuffled away from the door leaving a couple of wet

footprints on the grey dry concrete and quickly lit her important cigarette. She stayed where she was couple of deep drags. With her lungs partially sated she focused on the next step and moved around the corner like a sundial, she moved towards the bright sunshine. Putting the heavy shopping on the floor and leaning her wet bottom against the wall. After a quick gulp from her open bottle in her bag to wet her throat. With a relaxed sigh she put her ponytail hard against the wall and looked up as she enjoyed finishing the job of emptying her bladder. There was that moment of contentment, some peace enjoying the sun on her face. She closed her eyes as there was, yet another flash of warmth spread within her crotch before the cooling tickling trickle darted down both her thighs then finally splattering on the floor as the drops fell off her saturated buttocks and backs of her legs. Then all too soon her bladder was empty. With her eyes still closed, she brought the filter to her lips and stood there enjoying the sun on her face whilst her jeans continued to drip as she relaxed taking in the sunshine whilst leaning her weight against the wall. She stayed where she was taking in the warmth and the chatter of people around her, and enjoyably finished her cigarette. With it burnt to the butt, she dropped it onto her small puddle between her legs. Then with a grunt of an Olympic weightlifter, she unsteadily bent her knees, a further splatter loudly hit the floor as she picked up her bags and standing up straight started lumping the supplies home, her knees and buttocks were glistening in the afternoon sun and her socks loudly squelching in her wet trainers with ever step.
It was nice once all the food was unpacked and put away in what she hoped were the right cupboards, she really had no idea, it was purely a guess. It looked right. For at that moment, she really did not care. The important thing was that they were away. She just had one focus. Which was now a much-needed sit down, its hard work standing up. Then sat down, she could focus on just a small, tiny but very important glass of wine from the bottle she had opened with her salad lunch and along with an equally important and needed smoke.
It meant that a little later she was a little surprized to see Miriam the one swerving and stumbling whilst giggling in the kitchen trying and failing to walk straight. She sternly looked at Michelle, with her gorgeous and stunning as ever as large breasts bouncing and jiggling as she bumped off the door frame just wearing just her yellow urine-stained white silk underwear as she collided with a grunt as her thighs bounced into the kitchen table. With another giggle she was trying to reach a cigarette from the pack. Michelle knew she would have to go and find the clothes dropped somewhere.

Miriam soon lit her cigarette and then stumbled back towards colliding with the door frame as she reminded Michelle very sternly waving her finger that as the sober one, she was needed urgently downstairs to book Brian’s taxi for Tiffany.
With that the words spun in her head. Realisation hit Michelle that rather than sitting whilst lighting her now endless cigarettes and relaxing as she enjoyed urine spurting in her own piss sodden clothes at the kitchen table. Between gulps from the second glass of wine from the freshly opened bottle. That she was very much in the wrong. She was actually meant to be actually boiling the kettle and drinking tea and be all prim and proper in perfectly dry clothes and be currently located downstairs in the office.
The both of them then attempted a hasty move, arm in arm giggling uncontrollably as they stumbled bouncing off themselves, the wall and banister as they uncontrollably made their way down the stairs. They were soon helping the now rather unhelpful and not particularly responsive Tiffany get her dress back over her head all whilst all she wanted to was dance naked around the room. Whilst that would have been great, she could not really stand still, let alone walk or talk straight. Eventually they got the overly tight and far too small dress over her ever- larger body. Then they just about, between the two of them, remembered to pick up from the corner of the room, and put her saturated knickers and disposed of bra in a bin bag and gave it to her before sending her on her way.
Miriam had tried to tell Michelle off for deserting her, but she was too drunk to stand still and too tired to care. Michelle managed to distract Miriam with a hug and purposely placed fingers in her equally wet crotch and a passionate kiss. With Miriam finished spurting across the room, she then enough focus, she had then managed to steer Miriam up the stairs. Practically pushed her into the bedroom and got them both undressed again and fell into the bottom of the shower cubicle. With the soap suds spreading across their bodies and lips interlocked as the water splattered on their heads the stressful situation had soon been forgotten.
Chapter 2
Michelle had recently found the autumnal evenings quite lonely as after a hard day getting customers relaxed, Miriam would predictably and drunkenly pass out early. But only after she had downed four pints of water, showered, peed, and dressed in her warm dry pyjama bottoms, then peed again mostly in her pyjamas. It meant leaving Michelle on her own with her pack of cigarettes, crisps, and the television. It was actually nice to able to attempt to follow the programme without being

distracted by a completely fuzzy wine filled head or falling asleep through it. It was actually something to enjoy, with her drink. She was very good at nursing her vodka and coke for most of the night before eventually climbing into bed with the snoring Miriam.
She still could not work out how Miriam had coped all these evenings, as Michelle soon realised that you were useless in holding a sobering up tea mug let alone having a sensible conversation. For her carrot sticks were the healthiest thing to chew on whilst Miriam was awake, chocolate Mars bars or cake were a definite must once she had gone to sleep. There was definitely one advantage of doing the shopping now.
The mornings were far easier, now that she wasn’t really drinking very much, her head certainly felt a little clearer, that had to be said, trying to get the lethargic hungover Miriam up, to the toilet, then dressed was a hassle, as she really didn’t want to move very far, but when they were both up, full of paracetamol, coffee, wine, and then topped up nicotine, life was okay.
Very late on a Thursday evening the front doorbell had rung, and Michelle after putting down her nearly empty vodka and coke, and thoughtfully stubbed out her cigarette, she had carefully plodded down the stairs holding on to the wall for support as not to fall over in the dark. The tutted at herself after she forgotten to turn the light on the hallway on. She opened the front door to initially find no one there. After a momentary confusion followed by shivering in her bare state, she followed a sound and looked around only to find Tina lit by the single streetlight unsteadily squatting with her jeans around her knees as she was emptying her bladder a couple of paces away from the door. The stream of fluid was still steaming as it was flowing across the road and into a nearby drain.
Michelle again shivered in the cold air blasted her practically naked frame and apologised for taking so long to get down the stairs, and whilst Tina wiggled her hips as she first pulled her florescent green leopard print thong, and then with further wiggling her blue jeans up her slim thighs. The shivering Michelle fumbled on the wall managed to get the downstairs lights on as invited her in and settled her down in the office. Then after rearranging her twisted cold, soaking wet, bunched up, black cotton panties out from between her own buttocks as to make them more comfortable. Then padded over to the kettle and made them both a cup of sobering up tea, all whilst leaning heavily against the filing cabinet for support, waiting for it to boil, as making a cup of tea is what one should do with someone who just turns up.

Tina gulped her tea and winced a little disappointingly at the heat “I am so very sorry for disturbing you.” She her voice burred as she clearly slurred.
Michelle shrugged, “It’s very fine, I was just watching rubbish on telly!” She stated holding her spare hand supportively, and protectively across the top roll of her bare belly before bringing the mug to her lips and slurping loudly.
“Sorry again, I thought, I sort of knew, one of you might have been up, I was, you know, bored sat at home on my own, so, you know, thought I better get my sexy little ass off the sofa and went for a drink over the road.” She forced a laugh.
Michelle nodded and chuckled and brought her mug back to her lips, sipped, gulped, and then swallowed it. “And?”
Tina chortled as she shuffled a little forward holding her mug in both hands “Well, yes, I drank, anyway, but the reason I went out was…” she chuckled as she thought about it.
“Yeah?” Michelle smiled nodded encouragingly as she again gulped her drink, then huffed as she raised and crossed over her thick thighs, the naked skin of both slapping with a clap as they collided back together.
“You see…” she put her mug down and stood up and with gaping jeans fly still very much undone patted around her pockets and eventually pulled her phone out of the back one of her tight-fitting jeans and then once focused on the machine swiped the screen to bring it to life as she sat back down. “I received these photos of Caitlin,” she turned the phone around to show WhatsApp selfie messages of Caitlin out on the town with her university mates. She was grinning away, standing outside a bar with a glass of wine in hand and a dangled burning cigarette between her lips clearly both drunk and having fun. “So…I guess I was jealous…” She tailed off.
“Oh wow, cool, she is having real fun!” Michelle nodded and grinned as she focused intently then flicked the screen to the left and studied the photos, before handing the phone back to Tina with a large smile, she wiggled in her seat and tugged at the black lace on her bra up covering up her areola a little more.
“Yeah, I know…” Tina frowned. “But, you know, sitting in the bar over there on my own, wasn’t fun.” She pointed her head in the direction of the wall, and the bar the other side of the road.

Michelle smile and nodded, “Oh, oh I know, trust me drinking alone is not the thing to do, it’s rather depressing.”
Tina nodded in agreement and smiled at Michelle.
Michelle rubbed her lips together and shifted her frame in the chair a little forward “I guess that’s where we come in, so how can we help you?” She asked as she finally leaned forward and pulled a cigarette from the pack in front of her and then settled back in the chair as she placed the filter between her lips.
“Simples, I just want to get drunk with you two again, it was so much fun last time!” she grinned. “I just want to have girly fun too!”
Michelle laughed her body bouncing and shaking as she then coughed, “I’m very nearlies drunks now if that helps, but I know Miriam will be pleased to hear you want more to drink!”
“That’s good!” she grinned as she swirled her mug of tea.
Michelle casually scratched her breast, tweaking her nipple through the lace of the bra. “Fuck it…do you would like a real drink now?”
“Oh, well that would be nice…” She smiled sweetly as Michelle as she placed an unlit cigarette between her lips and she hunted for her lighter on her desk, eventually getting it between her fingers and lighting the cigarette.
“Great, let’s have one!” She stated after another stream of smoke left her lips.
Tina nodded and grinned. “Yeah, I am gasping.” As she emptied her tea mug with a sigh and leaned forward to put it loudly back on the desk. “
Michelle grinned placed the filter between her lips and pulled on her cigarette and then exhaled a cone to her left, she licked her lips, and nodded. “Let’s go next door, its more comfortable, just watch out the floor in there will be wet…I didn’t clean up yet, so don’t be afraid to add to it!” She giggled as she spun in the office chair and paused as the world spun and then wafted her hand towards the open door with her cigarette.
***

“Just tease smalls tops schup, then I defs needs my beds okays!” Michelle slurred as her eyes practically rolled as her head bobbed side to side as if loosely fitted to a gimble as she stumbled a further two steps forward crashing her weight into the counter, her large overhanging bare belly pushing and sliding the clanging empty glasses back a couple of centimetres before she managed to put her hands down to stop her forward movement, she shook her head telling herself off, and then with two attempts picked up the open bottle and attempted to the top the glasses up. The vodka splashed everywhere.
Tina giggled from her sprawled out position now just her underwear having lost her rather wet jeans a little earlier. As Michelle unsteadily lurched back towards her as she stomped across the room with the two full glasses sloshing over her hand as she failed to carefully plod back across the room. It took a couple of attempts for Tina to take the glass as Michelle stood in front of her.
“Thanks for the companies…” Tina’s head slowly looked up at Michelle, before messily slurping her drink as her hand reached out casually stroking Michelle’s fat soft inner thigh.
Michelle smiled as looked down at the hand and nodded “It’s what I dose veries well!” She lazily grinned and then chased her glass with her tongue straightening up with her lips before taking a large gulp spilling plenty down on her damp sticky chest as she gulped and took a staggered step forward, and then bent her knees, so she was now sitting on Tinas lap.
“You dose.” Tina grinned as her dainty left-hand fingers moved further up Michelle’s chubby thigh and touched her pubes pushing through her soggy lacy knickers, and as Tina’s fingers moved further Michelle’s head moved back as moaned.
“Oh yes, I and you, no we really shouldn’t.” Michelle moaned again. Her chubby hand stroked Tina’s face. “But, oh, yes that is so nice, please yes, carry on!”
Tina looked up and nodded as her fingers moved the saturated knickers aside, and slid inside.
Chapter 3
Miriam heavily blinked a couple of times and brough her hand to her eyes and rubbed them. She opened her mouth wide as she yawned and stretched her hand high above her head and moved her shoulders back in a wave trying to remove the

crick in her spine, it clicked. Then rotating the blades, she then stretched her neck the other way waiting for that the click too. She then settled down again bringing the filter between her fingers to her lips, her eyes closed, and cheeks concaved as she pulled the nicotine rich smoke into her lungs, before pausing, before exhaling a cone up towards the shaker style kitchen cupboards.
She licked her lips and the picked up her blue mug and sipped her coffee, and then took another hungry drag on her cigarette and eventually she heard the toilet flush, she waited as she looked up through her bleary eyes and the grey dispersing cloud of smoke and tutted as the naked and equally blurry Michelle slowly shuffled in rubbing her eyes as she delicately huffed her way into the kitchen, then as she sighed loudly as she leant heavily against the counter, winced as she banged the cupboard door whilst getting a mug out. She winced again as the spoon rattled in the drawer before she shovelled three scoops of instant coffee into the mug and poured the lukewarm water into it. She did not bother stirring it before twisting and put her mug down on the table, her bare belly was brown, covered in a sprinkling of brown missed coffee granules picked up from the counter before she shuffled across the room. With a loud sigh she then flumped on to the chair beside Miriam, her bare buttocks slapping hard against the pine wood, the chair legs loudly screeching on the lino floor as it moved under her weight. She shook her head dragged her mop of hair from her face as she pulled a cigarette from the pack and placing the filter between her lips and lighting it before saying anything to each other.
“Go on, what happened?” Miriam croaked, her throat and voice box not yet awake once Michelle had finally exhaled.
“Oh, yeah…” She momentarily laughed, picked up and gulped her coffee hoping it would engage her brain, and her brow furrowed as her thumping head clunked through its dehydrated gears. As if it was flat battery on a car, her brain struggled to turn over a couple of times as she thought about it. With another gentle drag on her cigarette the memories slowly resurfaced before wincing as she nodded, and her eyes widened. “Oh god, yeah, Tina, happened…” Michelle quietly replied in monosyllabic form as she focused her sole attention and focus on the ashtray and carefully manicured her cigarette before bringing the filter back to her lips. Her cheeks collapsed as she pulled hard on the cigarette.
“What?”

Michelle exhaled and rubbed her lips together as the contemplated her words “Tina…she…late, after you went to bed, turned up late last night drunk and wanted a quiet drink with us.” She grimaced at the thought and brought the filter hurriedly back to her lips.
Miriam shook her head, “Babes we agreed not to do freebies…especially if you are the sober one?” she stated and picked up her coffee and the cigarette smoke swirled in the room as she gulped the coffee down, sighing afterwards.
“Its fine, I mean we were good!” Michelle attempted a sweet smile at Miriam. “It was just the one bottle,” Then winced and bit her bottom lip as she remembered through the fog in her brain opening the second one “ish.”
Miriam raised her eyebrow “I can imagine…pray tell?”
Michelle groaned and tried to run her hand through her mop of hair before giving up. “Well…if I remember correctly…she wants to go out with us both on Saturday night and get right royally drunk!” Michelle grinned, and then grimaced again as her head hurt.
Miriam nodded “Oh wow, that’s great, we are both very good at that.” “I know.”
“Did you manage to arrange for her to get home safe? It must have been late for Brian?” Miriam asked flickering her eyes as her head equally thumped.
Panic crossed Michelle’s face as her stop gap drunken memories spun around her eyes “Hmm…oh, hell, I can’t remember…” The look of concerned grew. “I think I did…we were…err…” Panic crossed her screwed up her face up as concern built as she was desperately thinking what she might have done.
“Oh Mich, this is why one of us always needs to stay sober with our customers babes. We need to look after them.” She sighed loudly, then tutted as she scratched her unruly mane of bedhead hair, flipping it over to the other side.
Michelle nodded, “I know, and I definitely looked after her, and babes during the day, I am trying very hard at being sober!” She defended herself and picked up her coffee and hurriedly gulped some it down, as if making a point.

“Babes, you got distracted the other day…I know it was Tiffany, and she is good fun, but we have her again today?” Miriam looked sternly at her and sipped her coffee.
“Sorry…”
“So, how about you don’t get distracted, and I can give my liver a break, do you want to do Tiffany today instead of me?”
Michelle’s eyes widened as she thought about it, “Oh, maybe, she is really good fun?” She smiled.
“If you want to, that is?”
Michelle ran her finger around the loop of the of the steaming mug as she thought about it and then nodded. “Yeah, a Friday afternoon with Tiffany is really good fun.” She grinned and then picked up her cigarette as they suddenly both paused as they pulled on their respective cigarettes, there was a groan and a cough and a smattering of swearing coming from their lounge, they swivelled their heads looked towards the doorway as they heard footsteps running towards the toilet followed by echoes of loud and noisy urging. Then there was a hissing of someone peeing, followed by loud farts, then the sound of the flush. Then the sink being used.
Miriam shook her head. “Oh Mich, I guess that’s called looking after the customer are we offering our clients sofa and breakfast now?” Miriam tried to chuckle and then coughed groaned herself, picked up her mug and took a gulp. They then both turned their heads as she heard a shuffling of bare feet on the floor and looked up to their kitchen door. There appeared the rather rough looking Tina, stood there in her pink top from last night with dried splattered wine stains across it, one hand tried to run her hand through her unruly hair, whilst the other hand was protecting her modesty of her bare crotch and legs.
“Good morning, Tina.” Miriam and Michelle chipped in attempting to be happy and carefree as they both grinned.
Tina lifted her head off the door frame it was leaning against “Morning,” she croaked and wiped her arm across her now water splashed face and rubbed her lips together.
“Feeling better after that I expect, can we offer you water, coffee, and a vodka and orange, it will honestly help!”

Tina took a deep breath and nodded as she still licked her lips “Yes, water that would be great, maybe not the vodka, and sorry about that a second ago girls, you know… but err, one other thing… anyone seen my phone, but err, more importantly…” She bit her bottom lip and looked a little guilty, “…my sodding knickers and jeans?”
Miriam and Michelle looked at each other, stifled a giggle and then laughed. “Don’t worry we need to find ours too!” They smiled, as Miriam took a short drag on the cigarette then rested it in the ashtray as she exhaled, and pushed the chair back and with a deep breath stood up and then walked over to the counter unabashedly naked and flicked the kettle switch and reached up, opened the cupboard, and sucked her cheek as she chose and then pulled out a clean mug, and then dug out three large scoops of instant coffee, dropping them in the mug.
Chapter 4
Miriam pushed the chair using her calves, it rolled slightly back as she slowly leaned forward and carefully put her mug down on the edge of the paper covered desk, then huffed as she lethargically hunted with the chair with her hand pulling it back before she sat down, she was tired. They had spent the morning after finding Tina’s wet clothes that were clearly beyond instant wear which for reasons neither Michelle nor Tina could explain that were scattered across the dirty wet floor, underneath Michelle’s equally wet black knickers.
With Tina dressed in yet another set of emergency charity shop bought clothes and sent home topped up to the brim with coffee. They then spent the rest of the morning slowly and labouredly tidying up the customer room. It was obvious that Michelle and Tina had quite a bit of fun with each late at night. Miriam chuckled to herself knowingly as the slightly rusting pneumatic pole groaned and squeaked as her weight rocked on the chair as it compressed. She then moved herself closer to desk a little, she tied her now brushed dark hair up in in a short ponytail using the green scrunchy band around her wrist then looked down shook her head and picked up and then picked up and shuffled the papers around the now messy desk. Tutting under her breath how in just over a week Michelle had not kept the place tidy. She took a gulp of her now cold coffee and winced at the taste. Then looked down at the messy pile of paper straight in front of her, she picked them up and tried to look through the splodges on the now smudged and translucent top page. She tilted her head and held it up to the light, trying to work out what Michelle had scrawled on the now extremely blotchy paper.

B vis again, t M
“Who and what wants to vis again, and yes Michelle, hello I need to know who?” She asked the paper in hope and tilted her head again peering at the white sheet as a tomato seed slid further down leaving a further wet trail on the paper.
With a disproving frown she moved the wine glass stuffed full of red lipstick covered brown stained cigarette filters further away from her nose and nodded as she flipped open the pack and between her nails pulled a filter out and placed it between her lips. With a quick hunt she found Michelle’s lighter, flicked it for the flame and pulled on the cigarette. She exhaled, and then picked up and started hunting through the papers and trying to find any other notes, but there were none.
With another huff and subsequent pull on the cigarette, as the smoke drifting from her nose she flicked opened up their diary to see if Michelle had written any more clues, nope. “Sheez she is amazing, but useless at drunk admin!” She grizzled between a cloud of swirling blue smoke from the tip of the cigarette balanced between her fingers.
She slurped her still cold coffee wincing at the taste, then looking across smiled as at the screen as Tiffany wearing her garish bright yellow micro short skirt that didn’t quite cover her large buttocks and miss matching blue boob tube, Miriam shivered for her. It was clear she was underdressed firstly for a Friday afternoon and secondly for the cool winter weather. Tiffany easily made her way down the white line in the middle of the room, before being handed two shots of vodka by a grinning Michelle, she necked both, and stuck her tongue out as the alcohol burnt her throat, gave the empty glasses back to Michelle and put her hands on her bare chunky muffin top that splurged above her overly small skirt, shook her head turned and then made her way back down the line again her bare hips jiggling as she moved.
Miriam had told Michelle to be good, as Tina would be coming back later for a Friday night with them. So far Michelle was not drinking as many as shots as she could as Tiffany was drinking for both, Miriam smiled as Tiffany stumbled her pirouette taking a steadying step to the left at the end as if she was a gymnast getting off the vault before making her way back to Michelle who was ready with the two topped up glasses. Down the hatch they went, and a grinning Tiffany headed off again.

Michelle with the cigarette between her fingers of her right hand she picked up the paper and looked at it again. B…. “Hmmm…B…B….?” she mused as she licked her lips, and whilst still looking at the sheet placed the filter between them as she tilted her head back and as she thought she pulled hard as she took another drag on the cigarette.
As she exhaled the doorbell rang out, with a glance at the screen and the shots still going down, she stubbed the cigarette in the wine glass, spun her legs from around the desk, got up, tucked in her white blouse more tidily into her skirt, adjusting herself again as she then headed to the door.
***
“Great to see you again, take seat Bryony.” Michelle smiled as she pointed welcomingly into the room and the blonde girl shuffled over to the black office chair.
“I did agree with Michelle for a meeting now?” Bryony said with a panicked voice, looking back as Michelle closed the door.
She nodded and wryly smiled and took a deep breath. “Yeah, don’t worry Mich did leave me a note.” She glanced down at the smudged page. “It’s afternoon, so can I offer you a drink?”
Bryony laughed “Thanks, but not just now. My dad will pick me up when he comes for Tiffany, that’s what he said.” She grinned.
“Oh, okay, but how can we help?”
With a huff, Bryony untangled her arms from her rucksack and slid it down her right arm and off her shoulders. She bent over and tucked her blonde locks behind her ear and then tugged open the zip and after a bit wiggling brought out a folder and then promptly sat down, as Miriam got herself back around the table.
Bryony glanced down at her paperwork and then looked at Miriam. “Basically, I need your help for some research.”
“Oh?”
“Well, when I was with you in the summer, I wrote that drunk essay. Well, my lecturer read it, where I detailed your interesting drinking services.”

“And?”
“Well, that is the exciting bit coincidentally at the same time her friend at The Sun has got news of a boarding school, that is effectively a drinking school with an education problem.”
Miriam’s eyes widened with confusion as she blinked hard trying to work out what she had just heard. “What?”
“Yeah, it’s not a school as such, but a finishing academy apparently.” “Oh?”
“Well…” she shuffled in her seat and flipped open her folder, “…apparently the rumours are that girls are practically naked and drink all day whilst trying to learn.”
Miriam eyed widened as she nodded and glanced at the screen and then back to Bryony and nodded, “Sounds familiar, except the learning thing.” She again flicked her eyes at the screen of Tiffany squatting in the middle of the room, urine gushing from her urethra, before looking back at Bryony. “So how can we help?”
It was Bryony’s turn to smile, she leaned forward as if to whisper “They want me to miss the next term at uni and go undercover at the academy. To report for them!” She grinned mischievously.
Miriam blinked a couple of times trying to work out what it all meant, she raised an eyebrow and rubbed her lips together as she leaned forward and pulled a cigarette from the pack in front of her, “Wow, that sounds like fun. But where do Mich and I come into it?” She smiled and turned the pack to offer Bryony who with a polite smile shook her head. Miriam shrugged her shoulders and placed the filter between her lips, shook then flicked the lighter.
“Well, surprisingly I have a nice budget, for research.” She happily grinned.
Miriam nodded as she exhaled, “Go on?” She stared inquisitively at Bryony before she then knocked the ash into the wine glass and raised her eyebrow again and she brought the orange filter back to her lips she tilted her head back as the smoke entered her lungs.
Bryony continued, “I have been given some money to research the academy. So rather than sitting at home drinking through over a thousand quid of booze, I was

thinking you two would be best to teach me an all-day, all weekend drinking session?”
Miriam stared on for a second, her brain whirring. “Oh, right, okay, that’s good, yes, we would love to, but why?” She asked with surprize.
“Because I need to know how to survive being continuously drunk for 24-48 hours at a time, permadrunk if there is such a thing?”
“What?” She asked and glanced again at the screen as Tiffany stood up and wobbled around in a circle her overhanging belly jiggling and with every stumbled step forwards wobbling her buttocks juddered as she pulled her equally damp thong up.
“I need to get drunk, then stay drunk, and I think it would be good to be properly drinking with you guys full on for a couple of days?”
That talking refocused Miriam on to Bryony, she smiled politely, and rubbed her lips together, then the filter landed between then as she took another hit on her cigarette, “Well, yes, I am sure we can do that.” She said with the exhale. “When are you looking to do this?”
“Well, I need to do this before January and the new term, which is when I am going.”
Miriam nodded as the smoke drifted out her nose as she flicked a couple of pages through the diary before running her finger down the page. “So, perfect, we can do a Wednesday -Thursday thing next week if you would like, we can move our regulars around?”
Bryony gulped, “Oh, that soon, oh, yeah, why not?” She grinned and bit her bottom lip as she thought about it.
“Great that will give me time to plan a schedule!”
“Cool, I am really excited, I think!” Bryony shrugged her shoulders and then grinned.
Miriam flicked the long ash from the cigarette and looked across the desk as the smoke from her cigarette between her fingers drifted up in front of her face, “Are you going to stay for a drink or two, your dad will be here at fiveish for Tiffany?”

Bryony bit her bottom lip again and nodded, then grinned “Can I?
Chapter 5 A week later.
“Morning, I know it’s early for this, but I am excited!” A bright and breezy Bryony smiled once Miriam had opened the door, blinked a couple of times, before tugging at her dressing grown as the cold December wind gusted through. They then both waved as Brian’s blue people carrier as it drove off.
“It should be fun. It’s so early as Michelle and I have only just got up; we are so lazy!” Miriam replied smiling and finished waving goodbye in the direction of the car as it disappeared. “We are upstairs in the kitchen for now. Come on up. Shall I carry your bag?”
“Nah its fine, and its rather heavy as I brought us some rations!” She grinned excitedly making a show of the weight as lifted it up.
“You really didn’t need to!” Miriam replied, “Come on in.” She pointed up the stairs.
Bryony then followed Miriam as she slowly padded up the stairs.
Miriam pointed across the room once they had reached the living room, it was tidy, but at the same time messy in an unloved way the distinct smell of tobacco smoke, wine and definite hint of urine lingered in the room. “There is the toilet and shower, yes we actually use them, and then as you are, we presume, staying the night, over here is your bed.” Where a mattress with a sheet and duvet had been located on the floor of the box room, surrounded by cardboard boxes and stored items, thick with dust. “We don’t normally have guests, the last one passed out on the sofa. But we thought this better and more likely drier and more comfortable than our old sofa. So, please make yourself at home here. I am just going to throw some clothes on and then we will be in the kitchen, just through there.” She pointed and Bryony’s eyes followed her outstretched hand towards the door.
With a deep breath and sigh gently dropped her bag down on top the old sagging mattress, the clearly rusty springs squeaked just at the weight of the bag. As it settled with the two bottles of red and white wine, she had brought with her equally loudly clanged against each other inside as the bag created a deep divot in the middle of the old mattress. She looked around the small room and chuckled, shook her head as she took it all in, it was more of a cupboard than a bedroom, the rubber feet of an old exercise bike which had been stuffed in the corner was obvious, two large cups from two grey bras hung from the handles and boxes were

balanced on the seat she shook her head and then turned and then followed towards the noise of a radio blaring out from the kitchen.
It was a small kitchen diner, a round pine table near the window and a little functional kitchen on the other. The floor was covered in newspapers, as if there was a non-house trained puppy on the loose.
Michelle was sitting at the kitchen table, her bed head hair up in a messy bun on top of her head, whilst wearing just an extra-large blue t-shirt which was still tight enough that it emphasised the bulging curves of her body and it was also riding high up her chunky thighs. “Morning Bryony, great to see you!” She grinned as she finished the last of her mug off coffee with a sigh. The plate in front of her was covered in crumbs from a couple of slices of toast, the corners of her mouth clearly had the remnants of red jam. She picked up the cigarette burning in the ashtray and took a final drag before exhaling and then stubbing the butt out.
“Morning.” Bryony nervously replied.
Michelle pointed to the chair, “Ready for today?”
“I guess so?” Bryony nervously shrugged trying not read the headlines on the floor.
Michelle smiled, take a seat, I don’t bite even when hungover!” she grinned and licked her lips. “Unless you ask me to…” She wickedly grinned.
Bryony rolled her eyes, “Thanks, I think, so, err, what’s the plan?”
Michelle nodded and tugged at the hem of her T-shirt a little on her thigh which instantly sprung back to its original position “Well, Miriam spent hours yesterday making a spreadsheet with it all on, so once she comes back, we can start to get a plan to get slowly drunk!”
“Oh, I suppose, I guess it is that simple. Yeah.”
They both looked up as Miriam padded back into the kitchen her feet crinkling the paper between her toes as she carried a printed sheet. Her hair was also up whilst she was wearing a fitted purple t-shirt, evidently with no bra on as her nipples were taught like marbles against the thin fabric, and a pair grey elasticated jogging bottom.

“So, girls, the next couple of days is a marathon not a sprint, I am going to bend our own rules of one of staying sober, as there is no reason for any of us to be falling over drunk by lunchtime, however much vodka Michelle wants. That is not the aim, we want to surf that glorious tipsy wave for as long as possible, as I am assuming that is what the academy will do, most importantly we are going to have fun!” She clapped her hands together and her unsupported breasts jiggled in the t- shirt as she headed to the fridge.
Bryony and Michelle looked at each other and then back at the fridge.
“See we are going to have fun Michelle.” Repeated as Miriam carefully placed three cold cans of Carlsberg on the kitchen table. “We’ve put the newspaper down just in case. If you use it, just bin it, and put some more down?”
The two other women looked at each other and giggled.
“Mir, I know we are going to have fun!” Michelle nodded in agreement.
Miriam looked at the kitchen clock and studied for a second, then took a deep breath nodding to herself as she thought about it. She then wiped her hands on her thighs. “Right its ten fifteen, if we are still going at ten fifteen tonight, I will call that an excellent success. We will start with the beer and see where we end up?”
Bryony looked at both women and smiled with hint of worry.
Miriam grinned as she put the can in front of both Michelle and Bryony. “Remember we are not racing!” She smiled as she wedged her nail under the ring pull and they all jumped as the can popped and fizzed. “Come on, ready, steady, let’s start!”
The other two similarly opened their cans, giggling in surprise as they popped and fizzed open.
“Think this is the earliest time I have ever drunk a beer?” Bryony mused. “Why would anyone open a beer at this time in the morning?” she shook her head and took a gulp, pulled a face, shook her head, and took at another sip. “It’s coffee and orange juice time!”
Michelle looked at Miriam and they both stifled a giggle “Nah, we definitely had it earlier…but that was because we hadn’t gone to bed!” Michelle replied taking a

gulp from the can, and then running her tongue around her lips to recover the beery foam.
Miriam took a couple of gulps and sighed “I am thinking I should cook some bacon? Do you both fancy a bacon sandwich with this beer?”
Bryony looked to Michelle for confirmation and then nodded “Oh, if it’s not too much trouble, yes please, I had a load of milk and Weetabix way too early this morning, thinking it would absorb the drink and line the stomach, but a bacon sarnie would be amazing.” She replied.
“It’s no hassle, I want one too!” Miriam declared.
“Yeah, babes, why not!” Michelle nodded as she pulled another cigarette from her pack and placed the filter between her lips.
***
Miriam put the next three full cans down on the table, and then picked up and balanced the empty green cans on the empty plates, and then carefully turned trying to balance the empties, before dropping them with a clang into the sink. “Will deal with those later!” She said defiantly wiping the crumbs from her hand on her thighs before having second thoughts and pulling the cans out of the sink and putting them on the counter. She then with her hands leaned on the back of the chair.
“Thanks again for a second breakfast, and the beer!” Bryony replied taking the cool green can firmly in her hand, tapping her nails on the side.
“Its fine, in a bit we take these into the lounge and put a movie on for an hour. Far more comfortable on the sofa.” Michelle asked as Miriam nodded at Bryony who had her finger on the ring pull, giving her permission to open it.
“Oh great, what we going to watch?” Bryony asked looking at the foam on the top before getting her mouth around it.
“No idea, something Chrissmassy on Netflix? That’ ok Babes?” Michelle suggested.
Miriam smiled and nodded “Yeah babes, all good, anything that will be easy to watch with a beer or two?”

“Cool!” Bryony replied licking her lips of the beery foam. “If we are going surfing the tipsy wave, we can’t have anything too emotional and tearful, we will all be crying!” She chuckled and glugged the first mouthful of her fresh beer.
Miriam nodded tapping her fingers on the top of the chair as the thought. “Actually, first Bryony, before we engross ourselves in a movie, or get too drunk can you tell us anything about the research you have done about the school?”
She grinned as she too nervously tapped her nails on the side of the can. “Yeah, of course,” she shuffled up, so she was sitting up straight in the chair. “What I know is that it’s a really strange place, I’ve spent hours on message boards of women trying to remember their time there, but ultimately everyone is so drunk, they don’t have a chance to sober up, so they can’t remember much!” she laughed and looked down at the can, picked it up and took a gulp of her beer. “The main theme is that everyone wears ridiculously short skirts, which don’t really cover your buttocks, even without knickers, and wear practically translucent white shirts without bra’s so that they don’t protect your modesty or even more useful, keep you warm!”
“Why the short skirts, there are no men around to flash your pretty vag to?” Michelle giggled.
“They all talk about the great Willoughby philosophy- try saying that drunk!!” She nodded at both Miriam and Michelle, and again took a gulp of her beer as they encouraged her again. “The reason for the short skirts is that they promote the girls to have no bladder control at all!”
“What, so, they can just piss themselves at not really get wet?” Michelle asked whilst looking at Miriam with concern.
“Exactly, they all say, apparently all the chairs are like toilet seats, you can just sit there drinking, smoking, occasionally eating and then pee freely the whole time!”
“What about number 2’s?”
“Well, they are vague on that, there are real toilets you can use. But…” Bryony paused and shrugged her shoulders.
“They don’t care?”

Bryony nodded, “It seems it’s a chaotic situation. They don’t care about anything. The only priority is the ability not to interrupt and keep drinking and smoking.”
Miriam looked at Michelle in her baggy nighty and then back at Bryony in her blue jeans and crisp cotton t-shirt. “Well in that case, for the rest of today and tomorrow, you know what, we should dress like that?”
“What?”
“In the short skirt and blouse, if we are doing this research drinking session properly, we’ve already got the newspaper down?”
Bryony’s eyes widened as she studied Miriam looking at her. “I didn’t bring anything like that to wear?” Sticking her thumb firmly into her jeans pocket.
Miriam gulped a mouth full of her beer then swallowed and nodded. “That’s not a problem, we will have something old clothes of Michelle’s that is now far too small for her in the wardrobe that will fit you, won’t we Mich?”
“Oi, babes, I’m not that much fatter, but yeah…” She sighed and with a knowing look across the room… “There are loads that I can’t fit in there, why not, my old uni netball skirts will be in there somewhere. Hey, it’s not as if I am wearing bra and knickers now anyway!” She laughed tugging at her large t-shirt again.
“Great, lets finish these and get dressed, or undressed as the case may be!” She chugged some of her beer. “Oh, what does the academy want from sexy drunk scantily clad women?”
“That’s what I will need to find out, the message boards have no idea, in fact no one seems to know the reason why they get so dunk, they just tell stories of how they struggled for years afterwards not wetting themselves or chainsmoking all day long.”
“What a life to set people up for?” Miriam mused with a slightly upturned corner of her lips.
“I know, I don’t get it.” Bryony glanced out the corner of her eyes as Michelle flicked her lighter again and the wafts of acrid smoke drifted across the room as she tilted her head back slightly as she inhaled on her cigarette.
“So, what else did the women have to say?” Michelle interrupted.

“All the teachers are pissheads too, there is obvious a fairly high turnover, with lots of ex-pupils coming back to continue drinking whilst attempting to teach the next generation to drink, smoke, and piss. There is lots of chatter about which head girl, pupil or teacher was the best drinker, pisser, or smoker!”
“Wow, what a thing to compare!”
“It’s not as if they are men comparing how high the biggest cock can piss in the urinal?” Miriam mused and chuckled at the thoughts.
“Yeah, it’s a strange place these message boards.”
“I can imagine, what happens to the girls?”
“Some managed to stop drinking as soon as they graduated, but still haunts them, others, they believe they are now amazing functioning alcoholics, the life and sole of the party, can drink till the cows come home, even if they have extremely sodden gussets by the end of it, whilst others have sadly fallen.”
“Crikey!” Miriam stated alarmed and took a large gulp of beer. “Why do parents send their daughters there?”
“From what I can determine, it was set up years ago for tearaways as somewhere where they could drink and smoke safely and still get taught, whilst their parents thought they were being dried out, but no, they got drunker and drunker. However, it seems every year a lot of money goes into that school.”
“Sounds cool, wish I had gone there!” Michelle piped up, “It sounds aamaazing.” She grinned and took another lazy drag on her cigarette.
“So, why are the Uni and the paper going to send you there?”
“Because they think there is it’s an interest story, of a dozen or so women graduating every year with a serious potential alcohol and smoking problem in later life?” Bryony shrugged her shoulders and gulped her beer.
“I guess so…how about if you need to learn tipsy, we should assess ourselves?” “What?” Michelle pipped up.
“We are practicing drunk learning, aren’t we?” Miriam suggested.

“Yeah?” Bryony replied looking at both women.
“Well, let’s do some…” she looked around the kitchen “…err…copying out recipes out the cookbooks.” She grinned there are three of them on the shelf. Let’s take one each see how well we do now and later on?” Miriam as she looked across at Michelle, who shrugged her shoulders.
“Okay babes, well, don’t know about you, but first we better get dressed up for the day, haven’t done fancy dress for years, and then start scribbling!”
“If we are not too hungry from reading the books, then we can finally chill out and watch the movie!” Miriam suggested.
***
The three women, in what could be seen as were almost smartly dressed in white blouses and short black skirts each sat at the kitchen table. Each with a recipe book open in front of them, a sheet of white paper, and a pen. They then spent five minutes easily copying out the ingredients, and then the five short bullet points of how to cook them.
Bryony dropped the pen on the paper, looked up and pushed the paper away, and picked up her can of beer and gulped some down “Well that was interesting!” She rolled her eyes as she sighed.
“Sorry it wasn’t more exciting!” Miriam replied.
“Its fine, the women on the message boards talk of doing what comes across as mundane things to kill time, apparently lots of it is spent listening to recordings of things, the spoken word, over and over again, the problem is that no one can remember what was actually said, other than at the time it’s fascinating. But whatever they are listening to they seem to drink and smoke a lot whilst listening to it.”
“Brain washing?” Michelle asked?”
Bryony nodded as she bit her bottom lip. “Yeah, it could well be something like that, I will take it as an excuse to finish the beer.” Bryony replied and chugged the last remaining inch of beer from the can and the other two followed. She then loudly burped and apologised.

“It’s a freaky place it seems.” Miriam stated as she followed tilting her neck back and slurping noisily the beer.
“I guess that’s why they pee where they sit, they are too busy being brainwashed to think for themselves?” Michelle pondered. “I so get that…as I do the same!” She giggled.
“Mich you are just too bone idle, not brainwashed.” Miriam sarcastically suggested.
“Oi!” Michelle wiggled her weight in the chair in indignation.
Miriam defensively palmed her hand in the air. “So drunk and brainwashed they are just smoking, drinking, and peeing, at least it’s a start, we are getting into the mindset of this place.” Miriam replied as she looked at the empty cans in front of them.
“Talking of peeing, I need the bathroom!” Bryony announced and pushed back her chair and stood up adjusted her skirt as she headed to the bathroom.
“You don’t need to; you can go in here?” Michelle pointed to front page of The Sun on the floor.
Bryony looked across. Weighing up her options. “After that first beer, and being sober, I am ok for now!”
***
Bryony sat forward on the toilet with her elbows in her knees and ran her hands through her hair, before attempting to comb it back in place again. She sighed and glanced at her silver delicate watch on her arm, it was only 1130 and she had drunk two cans of beer and finally the cork on her bladder popped. It was far too early for this, yes, she was not anywhere near tipsy, let alone drunk, but she could feel the beer. She could probably even just about still legally drive. But she wasn’t going anywhere, she was here for the long haul. Bryony sat up and redid the button on the blouse that had un popped at some point. Then again tidied her hair again and smiled as she heard the Christmas jingle of bells coming from the TV in the lounge. She straightened herself up, spun the nearly empty toilet roll, wiped, and then pulled up the tiny blue netball skirt that they found in the back of the cupboard, then tugged it back down again a little, flushed and with a glance at the mess that was the bath, with empty wine bottles, and a filled ashtray interspersed

with various shampoo bottles balanced by the mouldy grout filled tiles, and headed out the door.
***
As the three empty green cans, became six neatly lined up on the counter. Not long later just after what would have been lunch time they were swiftly followed swiftly by an empty bottle of Chardonnay as it equally divided into the three large wine glasses. As they settled down on the couch and lost themselves in a silly comedy movie for an hour and half.
***
Miriam sipped her wine, “Girls, it’s now just gone one, I am going to cook, nah,” she shook her head and chuckled. “Going to warm up some sausage rolls for lunch, and we’ve got pringles too, we need to keep something solid in our stomachs!” Declared Miriam as the credits rolled at the end of the movie.
“Oh, thanks babes, I forgot you got them. Wine and sausage always go well together.” Michelle grinned before taking another drag on her cigarette then forcing the smoke across the room.
“We won’t find any of that sausage here babes!” Miriam tipsily giggled. “We ought to do another page of recipes?” She mused.
Michelle leaned forward and stubbed out her cigarette, “Yeah, cool I am going to piss first!”
“Okay babes whatever…don’t need a pee announcement every time one of us goes, but we should use the kitchen chairs, we’ve…oh Mich…too late…!” Miriam smirked and tutted as she looked across the room as the loud thundering waterfall sound from Michelle’s chair grew louder echoing around the lounge and the wafts of the aroma of warm urine spread. “This poor floor!”
Michelle sighed as the splattering ended. She smiled, “Yes miss!” She giggled as tugged the skirt back down.
“And that poor chair. Let’s get lunch sorted too!” Miriam tutted as she replied. As she too got up off the sofa, tugged the skirt down over her bare bottom and headed towards the kitchen.

Bryony with a bewildered stare got up, and then followed them into the kitchen.
They flipped open the cookbooks and easily copied a couple of pages out of it. Even if they had to focus a little more on the words.
***
The second empty bottle of Chardonnay wine was loudly banged into placed on the counter over along with three pastry crumb covered plates knocking the first row of empty cans over loudly like skittles. With an “Oops.” From Miriam.
***
Michelle uncomfortably shuffled her weight in the chair, crossing her thighs back across, they clapped as they collided, and then ripped the cellophane off a fresh pack of cigarettes and smiled at Bryony. “Right, let’s get the important point, smoking…” She stated placing the filter between her lips.
“Yeah?” Bryony responded uncommittedly, shrugging her shoulders.
“You do smoke, right?”
“No, well…” she sighed, “…yes, but really, only really, really when I am bored in my old man’s taxi at night, or extremely drunk like last time with you guys.” Bryony hopefully looked on.
“What did the girls on the message things say about smoking?” Michelle asked as she flicked the lighter and pulled on the cigarette to get it alight.
“Only that they are expected too. A lot…they are all given rations, they called it.” Michelle exhaled waving her hand in the air swirling the smoke around, “Wow!”
“Yeah, apparently they all have a real problem, by the time they graduate they all have a forty a day habit.”
“Fuck, did you hear that, babes?” Michelle replied looking across the room with wide eyes at Miriam who was nodding along. “Even I can’t smoke that many in a day!”
“I did!” Miriam confirmed. “I am sure you do more recently…”

Bryony raised an eyebrow. “It’s a scary place, I am somewhat worried about going!” Bryony mused as she stared at Michelle’s burning cigarette. Her eyes followed as Michelle placed the filter between her lips, then picked up the pack and offered it to Bryony. Her shoulders fell slightly as with a resigned breath she pulled a cigarette out. “Don’t worry, we better get started.” She stated as she threw the cigarette pack across the room vaguely in the direction of Miriam but missed her by a chair’s width and the three of them watched it land on the floor.
***
Three empty bottles of Smirnoff ice were now next to the two empty bottles of Chardonnay wine, and six empty cans of lager.
***
Bryony took a deep breath, and as she leant back against the toilet seat and the cistern she sighed loudly. She stuck her now tobacco and lemon tasting tongue out her mouth and pulled a face at the strange taste. She tried to take a deep breath of fresh air, she sniffed, then sighed again as she leaned forward resting her elbows on her legs. Yes, it was 1430, there was no denying it, she was relaxed. She was enjoying the buzz and she was sure she still in control of things.
She was relaxed, and as far as she could tell Miriam and Michelle still seemed stone cold sober. This being relaxed was of course the whole point of the day, she wasn’t meant to be drunk yet. She tried to convince herself she wasn’t, but it was coming, she just knew it. The toilet tissue cardboard roll was bare of any sheets, and with a quick look behind her, there wasn’t an obvious spare nearby, she shook her head, and using the wall got up, wiggled her bum, then pulled her skirt up over her bare buttocks, then carefully putting one foot in front of the other headed back out again.
She smiled wryly and let the lent against the door frame as Miriam and Michelle were now in the midst of a sloppy embrace their hands grabbing their large naked buttocks as they passionately kissed. She smiled as she waited, knowing that they would soon stop for air, they wobbled around noisily kissing each other. After a few seconds they wobbled back from each other adjusting what little was left of their clothing.
“Sorry, how unprofessional of us.” Miriam stated wiping the slobber from her lips with the back of her hands.

“Its fine, we are all drunk, and you get some love!” Bryony winked.
Miriam nodded, “We will kiss you later in that case.” She cackled a laugh at her attempt at a joke.
“Thanks…”
“Well, yes, we do right, I should visit the bathroom!” Miriam declared rubbing her thighs together, before flicking the back her skirt down over her bottom, straightening it out. “But fuck it. I will piss in a bit. Girls, shall we do the cookbook thingy again now before having another drink?” Miriam declared as she again adjusted her skirt around as she swayed. “I will piss later.” She nodded approving the decision to herself.
“If we mushed?” Michelle replied chuckling to herself. “Bryony definitely needs another cigarette and a drink!” she stated defiantly as she lit her own.
“Do I? If I must….” She replied, as they loudly sat down at the kitchen table, and reluctantly pulled a cigarette from the pack placing the filter between her lips as Michelle leaned over squishing her body into the table as she flicked the lighter and produced a flame.
Miriam twisted her skirt around once more and led them into the kitchen, “So you, chooses your book again? Let’s get writing, or my case now, scrawling.” She giggled.
“Don’t you find the seat cold, without knickers on.” Snickered Bryony as she flipped the skirt away from her bottom.
“Yeah, but I’se soons warm it up!” Michelle winked.
“What da mean?” Bryony looked on confused and then chuckled and shook her head as there was a noticeable thud followed then splashing and trickling noise as her urine flowed over the chair and splattered on the paper covered floor.
“Oh Mich, come on, what you like, let’s get writing.” Miriam responded putting her hands on her hips.
The three of them sat back down at the kitchen table, picked up their pens, turned over the sheets of papers and with the biros in hand started work on transcribing the books.

Michelle pushed her cigarette pack across the table and Bryony accepted one. They soon both lit up.
“Fuck it, my writing has gone to pot!” Bryony exclaimed as she sat there, took a drag on her cigarette, exhaled. and then attempted to carefully tried to write out the list of ingredients.
“It’s silly, or I am being silly, I keep losing my place too!” Michelle groaned as she rested her head in the palm of her hand supported by her elbow as she hunched down over her sheet.
“Keep going girls, we are all doing well, considering we are nearly fucked!” Miriam glanced at the bottles on the counter as she further encouraged them, as she licked her lips and then focused on her finger as it traced along the words in the book.
The three of them looked studious over the twenty minutes if it was not for the two cigarettes burning between Bryony and Michelle’s fingers and the half-drunk bottles of Smirnoff Ice in front of them. It would have looked formal, as they sat in their faux school uniform as they all went quiet bar the sound of pen thumping the paper and the table as they then spent the next few minutes scribbling away copying out of the book.
“Let’s experiment!” Miriam announced, then sat up straight and a smile crossed her face and wobbled briefly on her buttocks before there was the tell-tale sound of a thud and then the sound of hissing and splashing got louder on her chair. “Michelle you are right, it’s just so easy with no knickers!”
Bryony looked across to her right with fear as the hissing from under the table grew from between Miriam’s legs the urine splattered on to the newspapers below.
“Told you both!” Michelle stated as she pulled another cigarette from the pack.
“Yup, I thought so, they thought of everything!” Miriam nodded happily as she agreed and picked up her bottle and took another chug of her drink as her own urine continued to gush on to the chair and tinkle on to the floor.
***
Three empty bottles of Smirnoff ice became six empty bottles next to the two empty bottles of Chardonnay wine, and six empty cans of lager.

***
Bryony rested her head in her hands, her arms just about supported by her elbows balanced on the kitchen table. She could not help but yawn. Just as Michelle and Miriam had given up using the bathroom and were just peeing when they felt like it. As it was almost normal for them. As it was normal for them. Warm urine was gushing between her legs briefly pooling on the wooden chair between her thighs as it cooled before flowing on the floor, just as the other two had just done.
Bryony had no dignity left. It started incredibly short skirt with no knickers on. There was no denying it. She was also now drunk. It had definitely not been the plan, but there you go. Trying to walk straight, or in their case stumble along the narrow line between tipsy and drunk. She had fallen the wrong side it. She had gone from not smoking and not being able to pee in front of them, to lighting yet another cigarette and at that moment having very damp thighs and equally wet toes. The world was spinning, but she was happy.
Miriam hiccupped and then giggled as she stifled a yawn as she leaned forward on the kitchen table. “Bry, whaz de girls’ dose in ze afternoon?” she slowly slurred. “Whens zey ares drunks likes this?”
Bryony giggled as she waved her cigarette in the air. “Zey sleeps! They all sayz it’s the best bit there, the afternoon sleeps.” She nodded in agreement and smiled at her cigarette between her fingers and brought it to her lips and pulled the smoke yet again into her lungs.
“Dats a wery goods idea!” Michelle agreed as she held on to her bottle of Smirnoff ice against her splotchy and now rather stained white shirt if her life depended on it.
“Ezery days they sleep in zee afternoon!” Bryony confirmed as she attempted to tuck her shirt into her into her skirt but failed, it instantly slid out as she stretched for the ashtray.
“Shalls, we have a lie down?” Miriam suggested? Michelle lazily nodded, “Yesh, befores I fall down?”

Chapter 6
Bryony lying crunched in a foetal ball suddenly awoke and then with her face screwed up, just had to cough. She had been dribbling with her head was hanging off the mattress inches from the dusty floor. After blinking several times, she groaned as she instantly sniffed the air to take in the smell of smoke drifting from a freshly lit cigarette drifting through the open door. She again coughed and shook her head as she unsteadily wiggled around on the uncomfortable mattress and after a couple of deep breaths as her head ached. Her bladder started to twinge, and she determined to get up. She rolled on to the floor with a grumble and rotated around so she was kneeling on all fours, as the world kept slowly spinning. She determined she was still drunk.
Bryony slowly looked up and through the open door and took in Michelle in her crumpled shirt and skirt sitting her legs wide apart on the arm of the sofa in the living room. Bryony rolled her eyes, of course she had her cigarette in hand “Afternoon!” Michelle cackled before bringing her fingers to her mouth and taking another deep drag on her cigarette.
“Afternoon.” Bryony spluttered and groaned as with the coordination of a windswept camel in the desert she attempted to stand.
“When you get up, Miriam and I are thinking of heading over the road for a drink before pizza?”
Bryony blinked with confusion as she yawned. “How long have I been asleep?” She asked wiping both hands in her eyes as she stood up.
Michelle chuckled as Miriam stomped out from the bedroom with an equally tired face on rubbing her eyes. “Only an hour.” She smiled and offered Miriam her cigarette, and she grinned with appreciation and gladly took it.
“I thinks we should goes to the pub!” Miriam announced as the smoke drifted out of her mouth.
“What, like this?” Bryony asked redoing up her buttons on her shirt that had clearly undone themselves whilst asleep flashing most of her chest.
“Yeah, they are used to us piss heads, we are regulars.” Michelle grinned looking cutely at Miriam.

Bryony shrugged her shoulders, and sighed, “I guess so?” She questioned uncommitted way.
“Great, we will have another smoke, and a quick wake up Smirnoff, here and then head over.” Miriam announced.
Her eyes widened as she blinked, “What another drink?” Bryony tutted as she looked down and un popped some of the buttons and then whilst huffing tried and failed to redo her buttons up once again. In frustration she left them alone.
Miriam laughed as she bent down and flicked the ash into the ashtray. “Yeah, of course silly we’ve got at least another six hours of drinking to go yet.” She smiled and took a drag on the short butt of Michelle’s cigarette before stubbing it out as she exhaled.
“Oh, fuck….” Bryony exclaimed with wide eyes of concern. ***
Bryony gigged as she wobbled and bounced off the door frame as she stumbled into Michelle’s ‘office.’ “I stills can’t believe how long that old man stared at my cute arse!” She continued to giggle.
“Wese have very good fat arses!” Michelle declared as she staggered towards the fridge. She leant forward so much that her short skirt rode high up and then pinged around her wet buttocks.
“I’ms no fat!” Bryony declared. Michelle nodded in agreement.
“Also, he was like eighty Mich?” Miriam laughed too. “Bry, you are the one that fell over the chair not him?” Miriam almost soberly informed.
Bryony giggled “Shush. Only because use gave us four straight shots of vodka.” “True!” Miriam then stifled a giggle too. “But it’s fun?”
“Not after the two pints of beer they were not!” Bryony giggled holding her stomach.

“Oh, come on…”
“Yeah, true, I thought I had saved myself rights up until hadn’t.” She laughed aloud again and rubbed her knees.
“You were down for like only a minute.”
“But…” she laughed “…It felt like an hour!” Bryony shook her head as she then scratched her bare bottom. “My skirt was practically over my head!”
“Except it’s not that long.” Miriam chuckled back.
Michelle closed the fridge door with a thud as the bottles all clanged as they shook inside. She stood up holding another bottle of vodka. She staggered and plodded across the room. Then fell back on to her work sofa her skirt riding up flashing her inner thighs and thick brown pubes. She did not care. She pulled a cigarette from her pack and swiftly lit it. “The burgers were good?”
Miriam rolled her eyes, “Yeah, they were!” Miriam grinned as she replied as she paused as urine trickled down her thighs. She shook her leg. “We shouldn’t have stayed as long as we did!”
“Bry, youse so need another ciggy!” Michelle announced shaking her open pack until a filter slid free.
Bryony sighed “Yeah, I guess, I must!” she giggled as she made her way to Michelle and paused as she stood there in the middle of the room as the urine poured down both her legs before jetting out under her skirt noisily splattering on the tiled floor. Once the gush had slowed, she shook both legs of drips and then flopped onto the leather sofa beside her. She grabbed hold of Michelle for stability as she laughed. Then focused as she grabbed the cigarette from Michelle’s pack and with focus, they managed to line the lighter and cigarette up, with a delightful deep drag.
***
“Is whats nine o’cocks, but there is no cocks…hehehe, too early to sleeps?” Bryony asked as she patted her pizza and vodka filled stomach. Then proceeded to loudly burp she winced as the reeking repeating smoke-filled gas filled her mouth. Before giggling again.

“Yesh, nowse we do belly shots!” Michelle declared as she stubbed out a cigarette and then got up and gently stagged sideways trying to undo her white blouse buttons.
“Whats?” Bryony looked on confused.
“Now de, drinks are on me!” Michelle giggled as she tugged her sleeves peeling her top off, and triumphantly throwing it on the floor. She staggered sideways as she took a gulp from the vodka bottle and then like a camel collapsed down on to her knees. Her bare belly and breasts jigging and bouncing as she landed. She reached across, her bare breast swinging against her bulbous stomach as she pulled a cigarette from the pack and then with the lighter hauled smoke into her lungs.
“Babes?” Miriam shook her head as she looked on with some concern. “I know wheres this goes…”
Michelle forced the exhale. “Has you Bry an inny or an outy?” She giggled as she straightened her fat legs out on the floor. Flicking the cigarette ash in the puddles.
“What?” Bryony looked on with confusion as Michelle jiggled her belly as she got settled.
Michelle laughed and giggled her head lose on her neck as it wobbled as she affectionately caressed and stroked her own large stomach. “Your belly button silly.”
Bryony’s hand moved across her belly and fiddled under the button, “It err, an inny?” Bryony looked on with confusion.
“Wondershal…” Michelle slurred as she stuck her finger in her gaping belly button her finger fished around for a second before removing some fluff. She slowly turned her head and looked across the room, “Mir, babe fill me up, I needs you to drink me!” She giggled as she lay out on the floor and placed the cigarette between her lips.
“Oh, okay babes!” Miriam giggled herself as she fell to her knees and shuffled across the floor to be beside Michelle.
Bryony looked on across the room with confusion. “What the…?”

“It will be your turn next!” Miriam giggled. As she wiped the top of the bottle with her hand and with Michelle lying flat on the floor, smoke drifting from her lips as she slowly poured vodka into the belly button.
“Oi, it tickles!” Michelle giggled.
Miriam instantly tutted, “Stay still babes, you are spilling and wasting it!” She complained as she patted the soft wet stomach as vodka dribbled down the side. She poured more of the clear fluid back into the belly button until it again started to trickle down the side dripping on to the floor by her knees. She then carefully shuffled around and between Michelle’s legs. She giggled as she stroked Michelle’s thighs as she shuffled up between her legs. “Ready?”
“Yeah babes!” Michelle called out as Miriam bent over and with a loud slurp sucked the vodka shot from the belly button.
“Whoop!” Miriam declared as she licked up lips of split vodka. “Now your turn Bry!” she giggled as she attempted to carefully top up Michelle’s belly button with vodka.
Bryony slowly fell on to her knees and wobbled as her knees slipped on the wet floor. She waved her hands in the air as she fell backwards on to the heels of her feet before steadying self. “Are you sure?” She laughed.
“Very!”
For the next ten minutes Bryony and Miriam alternated effectively kissing Michelle’s jiggly fat wobbling belly. Taking shot after shot.
“Oi, my turn now.” Michelle declared shuffling up on her elbows looking across at the two giggling women as her belly glistens from the saliva and vodka. “Miriam’s tummy is no goods with her outy. Gunna have to use yours Bry!” Michelle grinned as she shuffled around on her knees closer.
Bryony giggled drunkenly and nodded as she fought her shirt, Miriam shuffled over on her knees and helped her with the buttons. “I’m woozy!” Bryony declared as she eventually laydown on the floor.
“We are very boozy!” Miriam cackled and laughed as she reached for the bottle of vodka and poured it into her belly button.
“Oooh its cold.”

“This is warmer!” Miriam giggled as she bent down and slurped the vodka from Bryony’s belly.
“Mys turn!” Michelle announced and she rolled over on to her front. Grinning looking right up between Bryony’s knees and her sagging breast. She licked her lips and shuffled forwards as if she were about to go down on her. Michelle caressed Bryony’s inner thigh, teasingly short of her moist crotch, before leaning forward and slurping the vodka from her belly.
***
With a groan Bryony rolled off the mattress. She lay there momentarily. She could not move. She really did not want to move any further. She again coughed hard. Her throat felt alien to her, as her stomach was churning as if it was a washing machine on a spin cycle. The world was at least, no longer dancing in front of her. Her hands moved down across her body. She still felt wet and then shivered, she was definitely cold and obviously very naked. She had no idea where her shirt had gone. She slowly ran her hands further down her body under the bed sheet. Regretting doing so. It dawned on her that her stomach was damp and sticky and that she was only wearing her equally saturated black skirt. Her shirt was long gone. At that moment in time, she did not dare question what her skirt was wet with.
Her fingernails scratched her sticky belly and grimaced. With that scowl her stomach gurgled, she realised that she again needed a pee urgently. She had spent all night peeing as and when she felt the need. At the moment in time, it felt right. However, she did not want to saturate the mattress more than it obviously already was.
Feeling like a large, water filled bloated balloon, she slowly shuffled herself off the low mattress on the floor with a large and loud thud. She had attempted to be quiet. The floorboards creaked with her non-delicate landing.
She also instantly regretted the sudden movement and lay there slowly panting for a moment. Just waiting for the world to stop spinning. The effort to move was too much. She knew she had smoked way too many cigarettes. It made sense at the drunken time. It was fun with Michelle. Lying there on the floor cigarette between your lips, having fun. She had no idea between them, just how many belly shots she had done, was confusing. By that time of the evening, it was blur of slurp filled blackouts.

Running her tongue around her mouth she could feel everything on her fury vile tasting teeth. She hated herself but had more pressing issues with her stomach almost deafeningly churning, and bladder annoyingly twinging she had to move. Now. With effort she shuffled on to her elbows, and then pushed and hobbled her knees and got herself on to all fours and then paused. The world was swaying; she was clearly still drunk. Or she was it her arms being weak. At the moment she could not tell. With a grunt she then pressed on trying to get herself from neanderthal style to standing. Her wet skirt was stuck tight glued to the contours of her body as she staggered forwards. Her body aching, her head, stomach, lungs, and bladder regretting the effort made in every lurching step as she thudded forwards.
In the living room Michelle and Miriam were very much naked. A mesh of twisted long dark hair, twisting arms and breasts squished together. Their chunky dimpled thighs locked together hugging each other fast asleep on the sofa. They looked almost statuesque and cute together. She briefly paused before continuing her slow staggering in the direction of the bathroom. She could not work out if she wanted to be sick or pee first. With several tugs she dropped her heavy wet skirt to the floor, it slapped as it landed against the tiles. She sat down and relaxed, and peed. Leaning forwards running her hands through her matted birds’ nest of hair resting her elbows on her knees she groaned loudly regretting every single moment from the night before.
Feeling much better with everything empty. She stayed where she was, afraid to move. Almost feeling safe within the confines of the bathroom. As she sat there, she was definitely regretting forgetting to close the door, it was still wide open. Her now empty guts meant her stomach still gurgled as it churned. She knew she had to stand up eventually. With a deep breath and a resigned sigh, and a grunt she carefully stood up holding on to the wall with one hand she, wiped, and then fell back down to sitting. Everything was difficult and too hard. She twisted and reached her elbow to flush. Regretting that, it too was loud. She hated herself at that moment in time.
There was coughing and groaning from the sofa.
Bryony grimaced and hacked a cough too, in sympathy. All she wanted now was a warm dry duvet and hug from her mum. Plus, she really hoped that the world would stop spinning. She closed her eyes wishing it would stop.

She opened her eyes to the commotion outside the bathroom. Reluctantly she got up. Looking back, she flushed once again and washed her hands. Looking at the mirror, she jumped in fright as she shocked herself. Her face looked dishevelled. Bryony leant against the sink and splashed cold refreshing water on her face to try and wake herself up. Briefly trying and failing to make herself presentable.
It slowly dawned on her as the water dripped off her nose and down on to her bare breasts, there was no point trying. She was standing there still drunk and completely naked. She really could not put the saturated and uncomfortable skirt back on. It was beyond wear and soaking wet and without going anywhere near it, there was no doubt that it absolutely reeked. She really needed a warm shower, some warm fluffy clothes and steaming hot mug of tea.
Chapter 7
Bryony staggered followed winching with the clattering from the kitchen as she carefully shuffled her way there, stepping on to the freshly laid newspaper.
“Good morning Bry!” Michelle breezily stated around her dangled cigarette as she quickly put her mess of hair up in a ponytail using a black hairband around her wrist. Bryony was not particularly shocked that she too was completely naked. Nor surprised that she was noticeably mid pee as urine gushed from between her thick dark hairy thatch splattering onto the paper lined floor.
“Morning.” Bryony croaked and coughed taking in an equally smiling and naked Miriam who was in the midst of lighting a cigarette sitting at the table.
“Ready for day two?” Miriam asked mid exhale after pulling on her cigarette.
“Ugh, not sure?” Bryony held her bulging churning stomach.
Miriam nodded as she flicked her ash in the ashtray, “All you need to do is drink through this current feeling!” She smiled looking at Michelle who was gently bouncing on her knees wobbling and jiggling the last of her drips from her urethra that slowly trickled down her thighs. A cloud of smoke from her lit cigarette billowing out as she wiggled.
“Oh, I really don’t think I can drink a thing?” She moaned still holding her bare stomach protectively.

Michelle scoffed, “Sit, take a cigarette and just relax!” She suggested as she daintily as possible as she splashed through her cooling puddle and picked up the pack on the kitchen table.
“Ugh.” Bryony groaned and nodded. “I guess so. I do really need a shower!” She put a filter between her lips, flicked her matted hair over the top of her head clearing her face and then flicked the lighter.
“Yeah, so do we, but let’s get a drink in first?”
“Ugh.” Bryony exhaled.
“Bucks fizz, I believe is the best way to start the day!” Miriam announced as she pushed back the kitchen chair and getting up her bare toes uncaringly sploshed and splashed their way through the cold urine puddles to the fridge.
“Are you sure?”
“I believe you are the one that wanted to spend 48 hours drunk with us?” Miriam laughed as she opened the fridge door producing a large green champagne bottle and a small carton of orange juice.
Bryony blinked a couple of times, “Yeah, I did, I guess, okay, one drink then a shower?” She closed her eyes as she pulled on the cigarette.
Miriam looked and Michelle and chuckled. “Yeah, why not, we can then head out for brunch, I need some grease to suck up all the drink!”
“Oh, I guess so?” Bryony looked on with confusion. ***
Bryony sat cross legged in the bottom of what was filthy black tide-stained previously white and seriously unloved bath. The shower head perched high over her head jetted and sprinkled away as she let the water rain down over her face and hair. With her hair down her back, the water was dripping off her nose. She was again feeling woozy, two glasses of buck’s fizz was evil. Standing up in the slippery bath was impossible task. She already knew she would only fall over. One thing she did not want to do. The two glasses of fizz had gone right up her nose to her head. But she needed to feel clean, especially her hair. She hated having dirty

hair, and always felt better with clean hair. She needed to start clean, however drunk, and despicably messy she knew she was going to get.
She still could not get over the fact that the three of them sat naked in the kitchen, cigarettes burning whilst drinking bucks’ fizz at gone nine in the morning if it were the most natural thing in the world. To Michelle and Miriam, it clearly was. They were comfortable in their bodies. Bryony could not help but notice that the kitchen was starting to stink of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and urine. The three of them sat there at the kitchen table and smoked, drank, and then giggled as they nosily and very indiscreetly farted and peed as and when they needed to. Again, as if it were natural.
Deep down, Bryony knew it was practice, she was going to have to do this twenty- four seven in a room with several girls. It would not be acting; it was going to have to be natural. She would have to learn to normalise it.
As Bryony washed the last of soap from her legs and lethargically groaned as she stretched and turned the water off. With a great deal of concentration, she carefully climbed on to all fours, and then slowly out of the bath, her arm outstretched grabbing the empty towel rail for support on the other side of the room. Realising that there were not towels available. She found herself coughing, and chuntering, before dripping all over the place as she padded her way out into the hallway to find the girls and potentially a clean towel.
***
Michelle smiled as she got out from behind the table, and as she shuffled across the newspaper, she swiftly offered Bryony a cigarette to smoke whilst she disappeared as she padded into their bedroom to find a towel. Again, Bryony felt it strange but perfectly normal to be standing naked shivering, dripping water everywhere whilst lighting a cigarette. Of course, that is what you did. She did not mind the cigarette. But she was feeling cold, it was mid-December. She would love to wrap up warm.
The brief warmth from the smoke of cigarette rapidly filled her lungs helped as she stood there and shivered. Until Michelle appeared with three towels. One for her hair, one for her body and the other for the floor.
Michelle bends down and folded up a newspaper and dumped it in the bin. Then used the towel to dry the floor. She opened a drawer and put down some fresh

paper. As Bryony stood there with her lit cigarette clamped between her lips bouncing as she started to vigorously dry herself off.
“Err, after last night my skirt is soaked, what am I going to wear?” She asked wrapping herself the best she could in the wet towel.
Miriam chuckled “Let’s get our skirts on the radiator, whilst Michelle and I shower together, I need some help?”
The girls all nodded in agreement.
Chapter 8
The three women sat around a round table near the roaring fire of the local pub. Three large plates of a fried breakfast along with obligatory now second brunch pint of beer.
“This will seriously help!” Miriam declared forking the cut sausage and bringing it to her mouth and chewing. Before licking her lips of the bean sauce.
“I totally agree.” Michelle cheered them on, picked up her pint and took a gulp.
“I can’t believe we are doing this!” Bryony sighed as she stabbed the bacon and brought it to her mouth.
“This is fun, we do it all the time, but not on Thursday normally.” Miriam mused as she stabbed another chunk of sausage.
“What?”
Miriam chuckled, “On a Saturday or Sunday morning, dive in here for food. Need something to soak up the drink!”
“Do we know what they eat at the academy?” Miriam asked aggressively stabbing another part of the sausage with her fork and knife.
“Chicken, every meal is the same. Chicken, veg and potatoes. There is no variation at all.” Bryony licked her lips of ketchup.
“What?”

Bryony nodded, “Yeah, I don’t think anyone complains, they are too drunk and don’t care. Lunch and dinner are identical.”
Michelle chuckled, “We are no different, pizza is lunch and dinner!” Miriam rolled her eyes. “I know…”
“If this is breakfast, what is lunch?” Bryony asked.
“Pizza?” Michelle giggled.
Bryony rolled her eyes and nodded in approval. “Makes sense…” She smiled an uneasy smile and the picked up her pint again and took a gulp. Sighing and licking the foam from her lips.
“It does, I will get us another drink in a minute. The bacon is very salty.” Miriam mused.
“Great idea, but Bryony and I will need a smoke break soon?” Michelle queried. “I guess so.” Bryony shrugged her shoulders.
“Oh yes.” Miriam winked back. “Multitask, no need to use the indoor ladies!” She grinned.
***
“You two are going to gets me in very big trouble this Christmas!” Bryony giggled as she flipped the skirt off her buttocks, and then winced as sat down on the cold wooden bench in the carpark of the pub as Michelle handed out the required cigarettes.
Miriam snorted “Why?” before replacing her filter between her lips. “Because I just get in troubles.”
“With whom?”
“My parents, I want to keep smoking, drinking and peeing myself, but it’s all good fun!” Bryony leant forwards again sheltering her hand around the cigarette as Michelle flicked the lighter.

“Well, I think that is exactly what you need for just one term next year?” Miriam reminded her.
Bryony pulled hard twice, then exhaled; the grey smoke being caught by the December wind and was quickly carried away. “I know.” There then was a loud fart. “Beans!” Bryony giggled as there was a sudden splattering against the wooden bench as she started peeing.
“Don’t worry!” Miriam chuckled letting out an equally loud fart. All three girls laughed and giggled and farted again before taking hungry drags on their cigarettes.
“Oh my God, it’s freezing, we better hurry up, I want to get back in soon.” Michelle stated before dragging even harder on her cigarette as two rivulets of urine twisted and meandered their way around her bare chubby thighs before reaching the front of her kneecaps before dripping on its way down to the floor.
“Nothing better than a cold pint, next to warm fire.” Miriam giggled before taking a hit on her own cigarette.
“Nice warming cigarettes help outside, but that wind is bitterly cold.” Michelle bounced on her knees splattering fluid around.
“I totally agree.” Bryony smiled.
As Michelle wrapped her spare hand around her chest squeezing her breasts against her body. “Have we all peed?” She asked bouncing again and then shaking her now very wet leg, the grass getting a splattering of drips.
“Yes, ma’am!” Michelle and Bryony grinned as they replied both wiggled their weight on their buttocks.
Miriam nodded as a gust blew through, she shivered rubbing her own knees together. “Great, let’s hurriedly finish these ciggies and get back in the warm. We can then have one more drink, then head home.”
They looked at each other and brought the cigarettes to their lips for one last hurried drag.
***

Bryony loudly and unapologetically burped as she flumped on to the sofa, one of her buttons of her shirt over her bloated stomach pinged as it un-popped as she uncomfortably fidgeted as she tugged at her overly wet skirt, which had duly stuck to her buttocks. She rolled each of her buttocks and groaned as she pulled it out the way. “I’m nicely fucked!” She giggled as she looked at her hand she remembered and brought the cigarette to her lips. The tip sizzled as she pulled the smoke into lungs.
“So, mission accompisshed?” Miriam looked at the ever so slightly dishevelled Michelle before she failed to stifle a giggle at her joke as she meandered to the fridge.
Bryony forced the exhale across the room. Then chuckled. “Yeah, think so, its afternoon and two day later, after those two pints and just how many chasers…I’m already pissed drunk again!”
“We have prepared youse the best we can for staying perma tipsy!” Michelle chimed in as she swayed into the room her boubous breasts gently jigging through her thin top.
“And… girls it’s like decision time!” Declared Miriam as she bent over the fridge, her short-wet skirt slithered up her damp bare buttocks as she held on to the door as uncontrollably swung open. “Sleeps or drinks?”
“Yay, more drinks, more cigarettes. Sleeping can be done later.” Bryony giggled. “I needs to stay practisihed drunks for the academy!” She giggled.
Michelle enthusiastically nodded. “We will, we will!” She giggled as she wobbled towards Miriam grabbing her hips for support, as she brought out a bottle of Malibu. “Hash we any coke?”
“Yeah!” Miriam sighed as she again bent over and hunted in the fridge, then successfully swinging it between her fingers bringing out a bottle of diet coke.
“Perfect!” She squeezed her partner tight.
“Oi!” Miriam giggled. Then gave Michelle a look.
“Oh…” She giggled back and nodded as she slowly turned. “Bry…” She giggled “…We need to edumacate you.”

“What?” Bryony casually stroked her wet thigh, before wiping her hand dry on her top.
“On kisses.”
“Oh yes please.” She looked Michelle up and down and broke into a tipsy giggling fit again, “woz do you mean?”
“Youse are going to be in a room full of drunk horny women.”
“Yeah…” she looked around at the two of them. “Am I?” She giggled again.
“Well. Wese both gets all horny when wese are drunks, don’ts we babes?” Michelle looked at Miriam as she giggled as she fiddled with her buttons on her blouse.
“Yeah?” Bryony looked on as Michelle slowly plodded forwards, her breasts and stomach bouncing as she slowly peeled off her white shirt. Dropping it to the floor.
“Youse need to be prepared for this.” She said quite firmly as she jolted and thudded down as if a camel falling in the desert as she kneeled in front of Bryony. She kept her eyes firmly on her, as she delicately lifted up her skirt and started kissing her inner thighs until Bryony squealed and then moaned when Michelle’s firm tongue finally connected with her overly moist crotch.
Miriam panted and groaned as she kneeled directly behind Michelle, three of her fingers rhythmically sloshed backwards and forwards between Michelle’s fat buttocks as her right-hand fingers disappeared within herself. The rhythms and sloshing got faster and faster, the panting and grunting louder, until the other side of Michelle there was muted scream from Bryony. The squeal from Michelle and the splattering of squirted juices on her face and the floor it was obvious she had just cum. The three of them were naked. A miniature drunken threesome of a drunken orgy had just taken place at two thirty on a Thursday afternoon.
They sat there panting, grinning, with a dazed look as to what had just happened, their faces bright red, whilst their lungs heavily wheezed. They stayed like that with the gentle sounds of hearts thumping in as the drips of bodily fluids on the cold tiles surrounding them. They stayed still, saying nothing until Michelle reached for the pack of cigarettes and put three between her lips and then with further hunting found the lighter. She got the cigarettes alight with a needed hard drag. Before handing them out.

“Fuck I’m too unfit for that much fun!” Michelle stuck her tongue out and panted her face bright red as her heart thumped before dragging yet again hard on her cigarette.
“Thank you!” Bryony laboured between drags on her cigarette as she wiped her moist thighs. “I can’t do that better myself.” She smiled through the cloud of smoke. “You are amazing.”
Michelle blushed, “I’ve had lots of practice.” She chuckled as she turned and hugged and then passionately kissed Miriam on the lips.
Miriam giggled “Shall we have more drinks?” She suggested once the kiss finished and between huffs as she gingerly climbed up using the desk for support, wiping her dripping inner thigh with the back of her hand.
“Oh yes!” Came the chorus of agreement.
It was after the second shots of Malibu that Bryony staggered and collided with Michelle hugging her tightly. “Can I’se go downs on you, my turns?” She smiled a droopy drunk smile.
Michelle looked at Miriam for permission. She poured herself another shot and nodded before gulping it down, as with an evil grin, she slowly lowered herself to the cold wet floor and spread her thighs wide.
Chapter 9
Bryony shivered as she awoke. Finally working out that she was very much naked on top of the mattress and sheets. She hacked a cough, and regretted the sharp movement, then shivered as the world spun. Her mouth tasted foul. Her body was damp. With every subsequent violent shaking cough, the shuddering movement of her body painfully hurt her head. She knew she was still drunk. Even with her eyes open it was clear that it was now dark. She could not move. However much she wanted to. She just could not. A few secondly later she solved one problem. By staying very still. After sighing loudly, the gentle sound of trickling on the sheets as the warmth began to grow between her thighs and spread and pool under the buttocks. She relaxed. It was too late to do anything about it. No one cared around here. She was convinced the mattress was wet already from a potential accident earlier. She lay there looking at the ceiling. Regretting everything that she could remember, wishing she could think of more.

It was as the warmth from her urine quickly dissipated as it cooled; she instantly regretted not moving. She also had that feeling that with her mouth, it tasted like shit, she determined that maybe a cigarette would fix that. But hated that thought, as it also involved moving.
She ran her hand across her bloated sticky belly and down between her equally wet and sticky thighs as the world swirled, she now felt potential sick. She needed another wash.
Bryony tried to keep the contents of her stomach in place as she waited for what seemed like hours, but all became too cold, wet, and really uncomfortable. She contemplated that she really needed at that moment was a cigarette for her lungs and urgently some water to wash her mouth. She shuffled slowly off the mattress on to the floor with a lethargic thump. Accidently knocking over an empty glass. It loudly clanged against the wall. She winced as the sound reverberated like a woodpecker on speed in her skull.
There was a sound of coughing and shuffling coming from the lounge. Looking up and through the door there was a brief flash of light against the living room wall. The coughing subsided. It was obvious Michelle was lighting a cigarette.
Using her stomach muscles, she attempted to sit up. The process of crunching meant that she loudly farted as very slowly sat up. Tutting hoping no one cared she sat there holding on to her knees her gurgling stomach twirled. The world spun again. She urged and swallowed.
She could vaguely remember the last couple of shots of Malibu. But after that her mind was blank. She felt awful.
She knew that she had been enjoying Michelle’s tongue on her labia and a little deeper far too much, she had been extremely wet and horny. It should have been a mistake. But was actually fun. It was pleasurable. Michelle was amazing. She could remember her tongue, as her chubby fingers teasing and circulating her sweaty and wet anus, the whole thing had been amazing.
Bryony looked up and the as the orange tip of a cigarette gently lit up the room in front of her, highlight the shadow of the chubby Michelle loomed over her arm swung the cigarette between her lips, the tip brightly shone orange as she pulled on the filter. She tossed the pack and lighter to Bryony on the floor. “Evening!” She grinned as her exhale filled the space between them.

“You are a life saver.” Bryony croaked then coughed, as she fumbled the pack of cigarettes.
“As always, my pleasure!” Michelle chuckled as her other hand protectively rested her large stomach.
“What time is it?” Bryony asked after lighting her own cigarette.
“Pizza time!” Michelle chuckled. “You probably need something in your stomach?”
“Why?” Bryony asked.
Michelle chuckled and shook her head. “You thew up?”
“I never.” Bryony’s mind was completely blank. Blocking the embarrassing situation from her brain.
“All over me.” Michelle grinned in the darkness her hands pointing to her lower half, the smoke swirling between them.
“What?” Bryony’s eyes practically came out on stalks in surprise.
“You enthusiastically wanted to go down on me, and you did, but my sexy sweet juices clearly disagreed with you.” Michelle’s fingers parted her pubes with her fingers.
“Noooo. I am so sorry!” Bryony’s eyes followed her hand down and instantly felt embarrassed, the world was spinning even faster than it already had been.
Michelle chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. “Its fine. You were drunk, so was I, I’m used it. My life swirls with the three P’s when pissed. Puke, piss, and well poo. Its normal can’t escape it. It’s now time for the fourth P. Its pizza time. There is always a pizza time. You will be fine. Get up, have a drink and all will be well.” She pulled hard on the cigarette, the glowing tip lighting her chunky naked body in the doorway.
Bryony nodded and brought the cigarette to her lips. Before exhaling a large cloud of smoke whilst practically groaning. “I don’t know about that.” Bryony’s eyes then followed Michelle’s fingers as they migrated down from her stomach to her thick almost black thatch and scratched her twisted matted rug, her fingernails

untangling a curl, whilst dealing with an itch, almost combing her shower washed pubes with her fingers.
“You will be fine.”
***
Bryony lent her body against the kitchen sink as she chugged and guzzled water from the pint glass. She wiped her hand across her mouth throwing drips splattering across the kitchen. She then turned on the tap again and topped up her glass.
“Again, I am sorry!” She grovelled. “Also, sorry if this breaks the rules, I was thirsty.” She shrugged her shoulders as the spilt water dribbled down from her chin on to her chest before sliding down between her breasts.
Miriam chuckled, “Vomit is part of our lives. Plus, in here there are no rules!” She grinned as she flicked the cigarette above the ashtray. She flipped her hair across her head. “It’s only six thirty, don’t know about you I’m hungry.” She chuckled before bringing the cigarette to her lips.
“Shall I order another couple of pizzas?” Michelle asked as she spun her phone around on the table.
Both women looked at the naked Bryony leaning against the sink, water dripping off her nipples holding the pint glass of cold refreshing water as if it was a glistening gold bar of treasure. She shrugged her shoulders then wiped her left breast of stray water.
Miriam then looked back across the table. “Yeah, Mich, we can have a couple of beers before bed!” She chuckled.
“Ughh!” Bryony swallowed air and winced before she burped loudly. “You will be fine, back to normal tomorrow?” Michelle giggled. Chapter 10
Bryony sat her hands supporting her chin, her legs supporting her elbows, as she sat on the toilet for the first time in twenty-four hours. Her guts were still churning.

The three beers with spicy meat feast pizza before bed whilst sounded good at the time, that morning she realised that it had been an extremely bad idea.
Michelle smiled as her hips squished against the door frame and smiled as she took in the mess that was Bryony. “How are you doing?” She then threw the requested new toilet roll in Bryony’s direction it fell short rolled along the floor resting against her bare toes.
“Not good!” Bryony groaned as she grimaced as she leant forward squeezing her stomach against her thighs as she stretched for the roll, hooking it between her fingers. Before sitting up a little. “Looking forward to my own bed.”
“Bless, we will have some coffee in a bit.”
Bryony nodded and wished that the door would have been closed. “Thanks.”
She was relieved when Michelle turned and left her to her own devices. She needed to finish off with a little privacy. Full well knowing that as of next year, she would have none.
After sorting herself out she made it to the kitchen to be faced with the still naked girls.
“Sleep well?” Miriam chuckled as she picked up her mug of coffee.
Bryony shrugged her shoulders. “I think I passed out again. Sorry for err, last night, and err maybe, definitely ruining the mattress?”
Miriam chuckled shaking her head, “Don’t worry, last night was amazing. As for the mattress, pretty sure Michelle had already ruined that, several times over it is very old.”
Relief crossed her face, “Glad I didn’t ruin a new one…” Bryony shuddered. “I am guessing I can get dressed now?”
Michelle gave Miriam a scathing look as she scratched her left breast then laughed. “That’s entirely up to you, you can walk home naked if you want?”
“Oh, do you want a drink first?” Miriam asked.

Bryony winced and held her bare stomach, “No thanks. Don’t think I can face any wine.”
“A bit of Baileys in your morning coffee, works a treat?” Miriam quired.
Bryony relaxed and rolled her eyes. She was in no condition to fight their suggestion. “Sod it, yes please.”
“Good girl, you are getting the hang of this.” Michelle chuckled, then coughed before pulling hard on her cigarette.
“What’s the harm of being naked a little longer?” Miriam asked.
“Oh, nothing. But before calling my dad, maybe have a shower, then get dressed!” She smiled as Michelle dangled her cigarette, shuffled off her chair and flicked the kettle, opened the cupboard door, and produced the Bailey bottle.
“Oooh,” Bryony exclaimed as she watched with wide eyes as very large slug of Irish liquor chugged into the mug.
***
Bryony stubbed the cigarette out as she flicked her hair that had stuck to her face and picked up freshly mug of steaming coffee. “Thank you for the last two days, it’s been a whirlwind of fun.” She sighed happily. Three cups of coffee later, she was buzzing on caffeine and Baileys. She had not made the shower.
“We just hope you have learnt enough to survive the academy. We have had fun with you.”
“Well, you two have taught me to be a good drunk. So, I think so.” She giggled and took another gulp. “This is very nice coffee.” She licked her lips and giggled again and took another gulp.
“You have been a great student!” Michelle chuckled as she pulled another cigarette from her pack.
“Oh, another cigarette.” Bryony tipsy laughed. “That would be very nice too.” She purred as her fingers and hand stretched out to the pack.
“Like I said, perfect student!” Michelle chuckled as she flicked her lighter.

“I am!” Bryony laughed her exhale the smoke dancing in front of her as she sat back in her chair. “But I do need to stop weeing myself!” She giggled as another loud fart preceded yet another flood of warm liquid gushed from between her thighs as it splashed and tinkled as it landed on the now very damp newspaper floor.
“You are doing well.” Miriam mused. “Mich has clearly taught you well.”
“She has, both of you have, but I do need to get dressed and go home.” Bryony huffed as then pulled on her cigarette as her urine casually continued to drip from between her thighs and under the kitchen table.
“No rush!” Miriam stated before sipping her coffee. “We are free for a bit.”
“After this one, I will definitely have a shower and get dressed.” Bryony declared before swinging her hand back to her mouth to pull on the cigarette.
“Okay…” Michelle hid her smile behind her mug. “Did I say it was nice coffee?”
“I can boil the kettle again?” Michelle asked. “Ohhh…” Bryony giggled yet again.
***
Bryony sat naked on the floor of the little box room leaning against the wall. The mattress was still far to damp to sit on. With her legs hanging in air like a crab, whilst she continuously tutted at herself as she attempted to negotiate her dainty toes though the large holes of her equally large green cotton knickers. At that moment in time thought, her legs were like tree trunks and her knicker leg holes like an eye of a needle. She had brought several pairs of panties, knowing what Michelle and Miriam get up to. Thinking that they were going to be getting drunk wearing some rather than none. She was relieved, at least she did not need to sneak them all into the washing basket once home.
She was however frustrated with herself. Her toes just could not get in the hole. Her plan had been to be sober going home. Whilst sitting there talking, smoking, and of course drinking, she had been completely unaware of how strong Michelle was making those rather nice Irish coffees. She knew that she was going to have

to try and act sober with her dad later. Leaning her back against the wall, with several grunts she managed to get her left foot through the hole of her panties, before stopping. It was now obvious that they were back to front. She paused untangled the good work, and repositioned them, before then getting her right leg through the next hole. Everything required focus and was an effort. She could tell that she was drunk again.
She tugged and pulled them up to the bottom of her buttocks. Before realising that she would now have to stand up again. With a huff and cough, her hand outstretched against the wall for support. She stumbled to being upright.
By removed her fingers and the elastic pinged into place and gently wobbled her soft stomach. She was starting to get dressed, she knew that she needed to be decent for going home. Act sober, get home, and act normal.
With her back leaning against the wall, she took a deep breath and focusing with intent managed to slowly between grunts untangle the inside out legs of her jeans and then wiggling her still rather damp legs she got them on. Chuffed with getting the button in, she picked up her t shirt, leaving the bra in the bag. With the top on, she was now decently dressed.
She contemplated her socks but thought better of it. The kitchen floor was like Papier Mache. They would only get wet. She would wait until she was downstairs for them. Bryony sniffed the smell of fresh cigarette smoke drifting and tickling her nose she turned around to see the still very naked Michelle.
“Hey sexy!” Michelle purred as she squeezed Bryony’s hip. Bryony smiled back. “Thanks so much for the past few days.”
“Please, it was my, I mean, our pleasure.” Michelle leaned in and her alcohol, coffee and smoke-filled breath kissed her on the lips.
“Oh.”
“I think you were brilliant.” Michelle smiled and kissed her again. “Let us know how you get on at the academy.”
“I will. As soon as I escape” Bryony gulped wondering if Miriam was about to appear. “I will leave the two bottles of wine for you.”

Michelle chuckled and kissed her once again. “Thanks.” As she stepped back and seductively pulled on her cigarette. “It’s a pity your dressed.” She purred as the smoke drifted from her lips.
“Oh. I see.” Bryony uncomfortably tugged at her t-shirt.
“Your dad car is outside.” Bellowed Miriam from the kitchen. Breaking the spell of the moment. Michelle instantly took a step back wobbling unsteadily grabbing hold of the door frame.
“You better go!” She smiled her hand staying on Bryony’s hip.
Bryony groaned and wobbled on her toes as she leant forwards to pick up her bag full of unused clothes and slipped her bare feet into her trainers. She had one last check of the box room, noticing again the world was swirling. Regretting the quick movements and all those nice coffees and then delicately headed towards the door.
Miriam appeared from her bedroom in just a large baggy t shirt. “I will let you out.”
Bryony bemoaned rushing; she was not thinking straight. With every step down the stairs she felt a trickle running down the insides of her thighs. There was nothing she could do about it. The warm tickling wetness was already there.
She got to the bottom of the stairs and hugged Miriam and with the front door open, ran to the car, the seat of her jeans and inner thighs getting darker and darker with every lumbered step.
Miriam and Michelle wrapped their arms around each other and smiled and waved as she climbed in the car.
“So, what time is Tiffany?”
“I pushed her back to three?” Miriam wrapped her hand tighter around Michelle’s waist.
Michelle nodded as she firmly hugged Miriam. “Great, better get tided up.” She turned and kissed Miriam on the lips.
“I guess so.”

“But do you know what, I need you all to myself in bed first!” Miriam smiled as she closed the front door and her hand squeezed Michelle’s extremely damp buttocks.

CREDIT TO THE AUTHOR: Bazzle

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