StumblingFillies

  “Thing i'll juzz ssay here ann zzrink,” Katty slurred,before she sucked down the rest of her drink. “Sounds like a plan, Im gonna take a break” I told her.  Thats right, I’m taking a break. Not sure how long….hopefully only a week or three.

  Mary Kate was one lucky server. It was St. Patrics day and the pub where she worked was packed with revelers in search of a good time. The beer and whiskey were flowing freely. That much was evident by the way the Irish lass listened to one side, holding onto her next beer. Her pail cheeks were nearly as red as disheveled rose gold locks. It was clear the lass was drunk.  The constant flow of drinks had taken its toll, and she found herself feeling a bit lightheaded. But she wasn't about to let that stop her from doing her job. She quickly drank her beer and returned to work. As she approached a group of rowdy patrons, her steps were unsteady, and she put on her best smile and asked, "Whad c'n i gesha lads?"  The group seemed not to notice Mary Kate's slurred speech, and someone said, “A round of whiskey for us and you.”

  Spring Break was nearly over. Payton was extremely drunk and high, though her chick sunglasses tried desperately to hide it. Having landed a job at XYZ Corp, though her college days were nearing a close, her carer was shaping up to be as much fun as college-one big drunk and drug induced blur.

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  The four roommates had jumped at the chance to be Heineken promoter girls for spring break in exchange for free airfare, lodging and beer. All they had to do was wear the Heineken swimsuits. They could even drink other beers and liquor, so long as they said they preferred Heineken. And drink they did.

  “I have'nn eeven had a re fill yed,” the girl in the black bikini slurred as she sipped the last of the whiskey from her big gulp mug.  “Ann were sharin',” the girl in the blue swimsuit added.

  Payton was in the XYZ corp private bar. At some point, she’d changed out of her crochet yellow top and beaded necklace and pants suit from her interview, and into a pair of white shorts and a white tank top. She couldn’t remember when or how. Like how she couldn’t remember who the pretty girl with her was. All Payton knew was they were both super waysted. But not waysted enough. “Hold the jigger sseady,” Payton slurred as she poured the Jack Daniels and grasped her companion's right arm.  “Why doanshu hold the boll sseady Payton? Yer nod stoo zzzrunk arr yoo?,” Paytons companion asked. Payton giggled, her laughter ringing through the room. “Me? never! jussa li'l titsy, that’s alll!” She stopped pouring and brought the bottle to her lips and drank. “Iff anyones too zzzrunk iss yoo, runnin' 'round wiss nooo pranns.” Olivia rolled her glassy eyes playfully. “I'm nod zzzrunk.  Surrre im only wearin' pannies ann a cami ann summ guys shird ann pannies.  Bud im the o...

  “Yer surrre i doan look zzzrunk orr sluddy,” your girlfriend Payton asked. She was stumbling slightly, clearly tipsy if not drunk, and her crochet yellow top and beaded necklace and pants suit made her look drunk, slutty, yet like a hippy professional.  “No, you look sexy and professional,” you told the half truth. Still, you figured she had a good chance of landing a job at XYZ corporation. One of the reasons you were spring breaking in Orlando, instead of one of the more typical beach towns. “Gooond, case i feel too zzzrunk ann sluddy,” she told you. “Thats ok, babe. It's like having too much fun. There's no such thing,” you told her, quoting the Daryle Singletary song. “Ok, daryle.  I'm a holly terror, a tornado, i'monna gow crush thiss innerview,” she told you. And you knew she would.

  Helping your stepmom's recently divorced friend Bambi move home to Florida from Texas hadn’t been your idea of how to spend spring break. You had imagined sunny beaches, parties and drunk girls. But your stepmom talked you into it, telling you Bambi would pay you well, as Bambi’s ex-husband was a wealthy oil tycoon, now less so as Bambi’s half made her a wealthy woman. Then you met her-total MILF. Bambi was stunning-Big tits, bigger but, curves in the right places, auburn hair, pretty face. And drunk-your kryptonite. Her ex had to be a scummy cheating bastard to divorce this angel.  Even in the early spring, it was hot and humid in Texas. So Bambi wore a blue string bikini and boots as she helped you pack. Mostly you packed and she drank and stumbled and staggered about, telling you what to put in what box and complaining about her ex. It was a lot of work, but fun too. Watching her was so sexy. She was pretty drunk when you finally took off your shirt, after placing a box...

  “Wee arr gonna disney whirld today, ride daddy,” your girlfriend slurred, swaying before the hotel window in Orlando on spring break. “Oh, boy,” you said, quoting Mickey, “Payton, sweetie, you're drunk.” You weren’t sure if that was still or again. Yesterday between drinks in the airport, on the plane, by the pool here at the hotel and over dinner, she'd gotten wasted. And as she'd gotten dressed this morning, you were sure she'd had a few drinks. Payton like wise quoted the mouse, “Yoo besha!” before dissolving into a fit of giggles. You laughed along, finding yourself aroused by the slim drunk Minnie Mouse before you. Finally she stumbled up to you, “Aw mickey.  Honessly im juzz titsy,” kissing you. Her lips tasted of alcohol. As you kissed her, you put one hand on her flat tummy. Slowly you slid it under her shirt, and then pushed her bra aside to play with her firm tits. Your other hand playfully slapped her but, before pulling her into you, and grinding her pant ...

Part 1 This blog contains nudity, adult themes and sexual situations that is intended for mature adults and is pure fantasy . It contains works of fiction and artwork, and does not condone drug use -which can be harmful in real life.  The frat boys in the room grunted their approval, and Lisa set the clock down, revealing she was in fact nude except for her gray new balance tennis shoes. Drunk and high, her balance suffered as she stumbled forward and grabbed another bottle of jack. “Lisa, drink it!” one of the boys said. Without hesitation, Lisa opened the bottle and took a long, deep swig. The familiar burn of the whiskey seared her throat, but she welcomed the sensation, loving how it would numb her. After she reflexively said, “Therre yoo gow Tim,” though none of the boys were named Tim. The boys laughed and cheered her on as she chugged the rest of the bottle. The other frat boys erupted in laughter, their jeers and catcalls echoing through the basement. She felt a warm rush...

 Part 1 by Stanmaps:  https://girlsgettingwasted.blogspot.com/2024/11/jasmine-discovers-her-passion.html Only you noticed. "What idiots Dan and Kyle are," you thought, horsing around when the beautiful Jasmine sat topless, getting stoned and drunk. You definitely wouldn't be traveling with them if they weren't your own girl Lia's step brothers. Speaking of Lia, "where'd she get to?" you wondered. Then you saw her.  She was coming out of the bathroom, nude, with a towel on her head. Her big boobs, not as big as Jasmines, were swaying hypnotically as she made her way through the mess of the room. Somehow SHE got their attention. "Kyle, Dan yoo dumb pervs, i esspeckt yoo t' clean upp thiss room inna mornin'," she slurred. Yep, she was drunk and high too. As she grabbed a bottle of pills and took some washed down with whiskey, Kyle said, "Wee will few ann jas both bong a boll uhf voddka," he said picking up the beer bong. Som...

  Mardi Gras: Grace, Faith, and Hope. “Led the gooond times roll,” the busty latina slurred, holding up her glass of whiskey up, unaware that her big tits were rolling out of her small bra.  “I nowe i am rollin', faith,” the less endowed but topless girl beside her slurred, the lsd she’d just taken now dissolved on her tongue.  Faith knocked back her whiskey. She let it warm her belly, and then said, “Pour me a zzrink grace.” referring to the bottle in Graces hand. Grace, bumping the bottle against her nose before finding her mouth, took a swig, before telling Faith, “Im too zzzrunk.  Juzz taze the boll.” “Heyyyy, i thodded yoo said thadduzz yer lazz zzrink, Faith,” the blue haired girl slurred, taking the bottle from Grace and taking a drink. “I said thadduzz my lazz wiskey, hope,” the latina told her friend, before snatching the bottle f rom Hope. “Oh yah, 'kay faith, ” acknowledged Hope.