American Woman

 This is a revision of my bb post, American woman, I feel it is much more complete than that version. I don't plan to repost that, as I don't fell I've removed anything, just added. But if I get a request I will.

“Commanner Kacey Musgraves reportin', sir.” Kacey tried not to slur, as she leaned on the door frame, a bottle in one hand a joint in the other.

The Captain knew his subordinate was drunk and high on LSD and Marijuana long before she appeared at the door to his makeshift office in the recently captured villa now serving as their headquarters, from the tell tail unsteady clack of her high heels on the stairs. Looking at the vision of intoxicated beauty before him only confirmed it. He wasn’t surprised, for intoxication was an expected and required part of the H*S*A*M* forces duties. Hyper Sensory Assisted Military, though many called it informally Her’s Smashed Alcoholic Military.

“Come in Commander,” the captain said. Noting her bottle was empty, he continued, “Help yourself to a drink from my bar, then have a seat and report out.

“Yes, Captin dunsel,” she says as she stumbles into the room. By the way she poured the large vodka, it almost appeared she was sober. The way she sat in the chair as she began to sip it, not so much. She half sat, half fell into it, her legs apart showing the crotch of her sheer tights. She sat there not caring but for her drink and smoke. 

“How was your mission Commander?” the captain prompted. 

“Segsesful, sir.  Wee locaded ann dessroyed the enemy ship.” she reported as she lit a new joint.

“Wonderful Commander.” the captain remarked.

 “Bud thass nod alll, sir” She said as she took a big sip of vodka, and unbuttoned her top button.

“No?”

 “Noo, Thenn wee innercepded therre s'pplies, ann obtained the locashun uhf 'nuzzer ship, whish wee captured,” she said as she finished her drink. 

“Wow. Very good. Have another drink if youd like.” he told her, impressed.

“Doan mine iff i doo,” she said as she got up. This time, she poured the large glass with slightly less grace, yet still with ease. When she sat down, she undid her next button, revealing the smooth flesh of the tops of her boobs. 

“And your crew? How'd they fair?”

“Perfeckt sir.  Nooo losses, welll exsssept fer sobrorrity, uhf coarse,” she said with a giggle, finishing both her joint and her drink.

“Of course,” the Captian said as he watched in awe as she rose and staggered over to the bar. He half expected her to fall, and certainly expected her to spill vodka this trip, but she didn’t. Whale at the bar, she also undid the next button of her uniform. As she staggered back to her chair, the captain got glimpses of her boobs.

Once safely in her chair, she reached inside her top, and pulled out her LSD, and she took some LSD.

"I know you and your crew are just back from a mission, but I need you to go on another. I hope your crew is Sober enough?" the captain asked her.

“My crew, sober enough? ha, more liyke intosssicated enough-like gooond h*s*a*m f'rces, wee doo ower bezz worg intosssicated,” she answered.

“I know, but Commander, you came in late stage 2, and I'd say are now late stage 4,” he countered. 

Kacey considered, evaluating her own intoxication. No, she was only Late stage 3, but what difference would that make, she and her crew could complete the mission any stage. She told the captain just that, more or less. “Nooo, i'm ssage 3. bud i ann my crew c'n compleeete any misshun ad any ssage.”

“but you shouldn't start a mission in stage 3,” he pointed out. 

“I wo'nn haffta few fffuck me,” was her reply as she undid her belt. 

The captain got up and closed the door. “Sure, it's in the line of duty.”