Vera 3

 Hopefully it don't take me another year before I get part 4 out. Time will tell. Heres a reminder link to part 1 &2:

https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2023/07/vera-in-hotel-office-part-1-and-2.html

Part 3

      The first people Vera met as she and her boss got in line for the breakfast buffet of Eggs, bacon, sausage,

and potatoes were Astrid and Marcus. Even though the two had discussed their outfits last week over

Martinis at lunch, that in no way prepared Vera for the busty blonds outfit. Astrid wore black stiletto heels,

black bikini briefs, black fishnet bralette and a white blazer. That was not too noteworthy except the white

blazer had no buttons. With a girl as well endowed as Astrid, it was only able to conceal her bralette cups

when she was perfectly still or put effort into it. However, Astrid and Marcus had arrived early at 935am, and

the busty petite blond had happily volunteered to sample the bloody mary, mimosa, and irish coffee. Now on

her second bloody mary, Astrid was no more sober than Vera, so her blazer had no chance of concealing her

bralette cups. As the bralette was only barely capable of containing her large tits and never fully concealing

them, Astrads drunken swaying meant that one or both tits were generally visible. That was what, dear readers,

was what Vera was unprepared for.

      “Asstrid, you loook fantastic!” Vera said a bit too loud, and broke away from her boss to stagger over to

Astrid. 

      “You tooo, ‘era,'' slurred Astrid as she staggered to meet Vera. The two blonds greeted each other by way

of a passionate kiss on the lips, wherein Veras left hand found its way to Astrid’s right tit. Neither was drunk

enough to let it last or go too far. However, both were pleased to taste the liquor on each other. 

     "You red-E for our speech to the committEE?" Vera asked Astrid.

      "I will be," she answered Astrid as she took a sip of her bloody mary, and asked "You?"

      "Ditto," Vera answered with a giggle. 

     "Good trip out Tim?" Marcus asked Vera's boss.

      "Yes, and you?" The two men passed various chit chat as they loaded down plates of food for themselves

and the girls.

      "Vera, you simply much....must try the bloody Mary,” Astrid told Vera as her friend took an Irish coffee. 

      "Ok," said Vera, grabbing one with her other hand. Astrid likewise had a drink in each hand, a Mimosa

and an Irish coffee. The two men followed behind a safe distance, afraid the drunk women would fall.

However, both made it to a table without falling or spilling their drinks. The men sat the plates down, before

returning for their own drinks. 

      All 4 ate and drank, though the men did most of the eating and the women the drinking. In fact, all the

women ate was a couple of strips of bacon and sausage, but quite sensually. The men found this quite

arousing, both nearly choking on their black coffee.

     Meanwhile, a woman struggled to make it to the podium, a silver briefcase in hand. She was one of the

older ones in attendance, somewhere between late thirties and 45. As such, it had taken a good deal of

mimosa and irish coffee to get her drunk this early. Her dark navy blue skirt was hiked up showing her

garters, attached to black topped white stockings, that she wore with black stilettos. Her thin white polyester

shirt covered her large breasts, but her big brown nipples were still visible beneath.

On reaching the podium, she sat the briefcase down behind it, and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. She

carefully opened the bottle. She took a sip and then addressed the room. 

"Goodmorning, welcome toda Trade con-furnace," she slurred into the microphone. As she paused to

allow everyone to turn their attention to her, she took another sip of whiskey from the bottle. Once

she had a majority of the room's attention she continued, "Welcome, for those'of ya who don't know

me, Im May Poinnexter..dexter, president of the Trade associashun.” She stopped and took another

sip of whiskey, as a few people clapped.

“Sssang yoo to eash ann evry won uhf yoo fer bein' here wiss us today.  Wee arr verry pleased ta be

able ta welcome those uhf yoo thad havve been wiss us before welll azz those whoo arr new to the

trade conf'rence,” she began. As people applauded, she drank more whiskey.

Then she continued, “Before wee ged starred, i wooud liyke to essprezz my sincere appreciashun t'

alll uhf yoo whoo generously helped us mayke thiss evenn cum togezzer …and a succezz.  Wee

couldn’t havve done it without yoo!” She paused to take another sip of whiskey, then held the bottle

behind her back, leaning her waist on the podium.

“Wee havva lot uhf gooond meetings, seminars ann workshops line upp fer yoo.” she continued,

“Yoo havve alll shosen t'be a pard uhf ower associashun due t' a mushual passhun fer zzzrunk

women.” She took another big sip, as several in the audience cheered.

As the cheering subsided, she continued, “Yer passions unite us alll ann the energy wee creade is

whad allows us t' ashieve ower innividual azz welll azz group goals. Durin' the nesst few monnhs,

i hope yoo will fine whad yoo learn here today helpful. Pleeeze join in ann ged hanns in essperience

inna differenn seminars, workshops ann networkin' here today. I hope theeze will helb yoo alll grow

t'be more prozzuctive ann smard. Or zzzrunk.” She paused to a few giggles, and took another drink;

her thoughts were awash in whiskey, and as she leaned on the podium, holding the bottle behind her

back, she closed her eyes to focus:

“ Welll, i don’t wanna taze too mush uhf yer timme.  Today will be fun ann fulla learnin' ann

zzzrinkin'.” She underscored this by taking another big drink from her bottle of whiskey.

 “Sooo a verry warm welcome ta eash ann evry won uhf yoo, iff youhave nay quessions,

suggessions, clarifications, orr juzz wanna shay “hi”, cum fine me inna lobby. Tssang yoo verry

mush fer lissenin'.  Sssang yoo!” she finished and the audience applauded

May had another sip of whiskey, before she picked up her briefcase, and staggered off stage,

half empty bottle in one hand, briefcase in the other. Only her years of experience kept her from

being drunk on the floor.

On her way to the lobby, she staggered and floundered like a ship adrift. Out in the lobby, she made

her way to the little kitchenette, sat her empty briefcase on the floor, sat the bottle on the counter and

hopped on the counter in front of the bottle. Despite or perhaps in spite of her drunkenness, her feet

hurt from her stilettos, so she lifted her leg, and rubbed her foot, exposing her bare pussy. 

May took her shoes off and sat them on the counter beside her. Then she sat back, relaxing. She

knew she was very drunk; she was very content. Her speech had gone well, if she did say so herself.

She kicked her legs out, and sat wondering if anyone might have any questions.