Vera Part 4-5

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

Part 3 https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2024/07/vera-3.html

 Vera Part 4:

Vi, or Flea as she liked to be called, was nervous about attending the trade conference. She’d just graduated college with a degree in hospitality. So far since graduating, she had not found a job that was better than minimum wage. And with large student loans, she needed to find something better. So the other day when she’d overheard someone at the hotel say there was a trade conference, today, she’d decided to attend. Registering had been simple enough, she was able to use her student ID and register for free. However, she hadn’t been able to find much info about the conference itself, just a dress code, business sexy. 

The young blonde didn’t really know what that meant. However, she knew from experience, the best way for her to dress sexy was to drink. So even though it was early morning, she got up this morning and had a shot of cheap vodka with her bowl of cereal, and beer instead of milk. Given her small frame, this made her tipsy. She showered, and dried her hair, cracking another beer. “the beeer i had fer breakfazz wuzzin bad

sooo i had won more fer desserd”, she sang. By the time she did her makeup, she was drunk. The small blond staggered, jumping a bit like a flea, over to the dresser, and pulled out a pair of black fishnet hose. 

Getting the hose on was no easy task for the drunk little blond, but somehow she managed. She sat on the edge of the bed and took a selfie:

She felt sexy, topless in just the snug fitting pair of black fishnets. She turned, leaning on the bed and took another selfie:

Her vision was a little blurred, but she knew her butt looked good. She also knew she looked a little drunk, as she felt it. She tried to turn and go get her black skirt, but instead fell to the floor. Falling down didn’t make her feel sexy, but looking at her pussy pressing against the net of the pantyhose did. It made her horny. She had to start rubbing herself as she took another selfie:

Unfortunately she rubbed too hard, and she soon ripped the crotch out of her panties. However, her drunken brain found this sexy, and she snapped another selfie, as she pondered if she could still ware them to the conference:

She tried to stand, but was too drunk, so she rolled over to get another look, snapping a pic:

Ultimately, she decided to wear the hose, she was too drunk to do otherwise. With her tits being little more than flea bites, she didn’t wear a bra, just a crisp white dress shirt and a small black skirt. Noticing the time, she quickly ordered an Uber and put her black heels on. The Uber was close by, and she grabbed her phone and a clutch wallet, and ran out the door. 

On the car ride over to the conference, Flea sobered up some thanks to a fast metabolism. She arrived late, but the hotel signage directed her to the lobby by the main ballroom. 

Part 5:

Part 5.

Before she came to the main ballroom, Flea came upon the little kitchenette. She stopped when she saw the older brunette woman sitting on the counter, her large tits visible through her thin white shirt, and her pantyless pussy visible under her skirt. It was clear to Flea this woman was very drunk.

The woman was of course May, though Flea didn’t know that yet. Despite her advanced state of intoxication, she called out to Flea, “Li'l miz, arr yoo here fer the trade conf'rence?”

Flea was shocked by just how drunk the woman sounded; she was wary of talking to a drunk, but on the other hand, she was here to network, so she decided ‘what the harm’. “Yes, I am, you?” Flea asked

Flea almost thought the drunk older woman had forgotten her, when she finally answered, “Mozz cernnly.  Certan. ly.  I am May Poinnexter.  Presidenn uhf the trade associashun.  Yer firzz timme ad the conf'rence,  dear?”

“Yes. My name is Vi, but I go by Flea. I’m a recent graduate of the hospitality program at state, and I'm looking for a job, do you know if anyone at the conference might be looking to hire?”, Flea asked.

“D'you liyke zzzrinkin'? Iff sooo, surely someone will hire yoo, a cute preee young thin' liyke yoo, Flea,” May told her, as she produced the bottle of whiskey. 

Flee answered, a little uneasily, “Thank you. Sure, I like drinking, and I'd love it if it got me a good job.” As she spoke, May finished the bottle.

“Your inna ride place thenn, Flea.  Less git us 'nuzzer zzrink ann i c'n give yoo summ advish on whoo t' ass 'bout jobs,” may told Flea. May carefully put her shoes back on, the she stood. She bobbled about but didn’t fall, much to Flea's amazement. Then she picked up her briefcase and staggered across the room to where the conference had set out a number of bottles. 

May stood before the bottles, and slurred, “"what wooud yoo liyke?”, her briefcase in hand, her arm on her waist.

Flea decided to try the Bombay, as it looked pretty, so she said, “How about the Bombay?”

“Gooond shoish, a bit ssrong, bud thass whad mace it gooond,” May told her as she grabbed the bottle. May found opening the bottle difficult. She was swaying quite a bit, and her fingers were numb and didn’t want to work. She used the hem of her skirt to open it, resulting in her skirt hiking up to her waist, putting her pussy on full display.

Flea was unsure what to do, should she tell the drunk woman her bare pussy was visable? She stared in shock. 

May could tell something was bothering Flea. But the drunk older woman couldn’t figure out what. Before she could work out what, she noticed her pussy felt cool. She looked down. Oups, she was showing her pussy. 

She pulled it back down, and then asked Flea, “I'm preee zzzrunk.  D'you see any glasses?”

Flea was glad the woman was again covered, and was able to find some shot glasses. As the practically sober Flea held the two glasses before the drunk May, the drunken woman concentrated and poured two shots, spilling some on the floor. 

“A toazz, t' yoo finnin'. whad wuz it yoo were lookin' fer flea?” May asked, setting her briefcase down and taking a glass from Flea. 

“A job,” Flea answered as May staggered back and sat the bottle down.

“T' finnin' a job,” May toasted, and both took a sip of their shot. 

“Do you have any advice for me, May?” Flea asked, recalling the older woman had offered to give some.

“Zzrezz sexssy.  Nooo pannies wiss yer skird.  Liyke me, see,`` May said hiking her skirt up.

Flea was a little shocked by the advice, and quickly finished her shot. Then she realized she wasn’t wearing panties, not really with the crotch of her fishnets ripped out. As she considered this, May refilled their glasses. Flea took another shot. The vodka from earlier plus the new influx of gin quickly hit the tiny Flea. Feeling brave, she decided to show May what she had under her skirt, so she stepped back and sat on the edge of a stool, and hiked her skirt up and showed May her torn fishnets.

Flea explained, “I havve panny hose, bud my pussy is bare.” 

“Verry sexssy, flea.  Perfeckt.” As she refilled Fleas glass. The two women sat proud for a bit, enoying the sexy, if booze foged views of each other. Finally Flea straightened up and took a small sip of her gin. 

“Any ozzer advish, May,” Flea asked as she noticed that she too was slurring.

“Ged. Zzrink loss.  lossa booze.  Ged zzzrunk,” May told her and took another shot to emphasize the point, before she staggered back against the cabinet, and pulled her own skirt down a little.

Flea downed her shot. “Ged zzzrunk? easy, I am,” she told May. 

“Esscellenn.  Ann havve fun,” the older, drunker woman told the small young, drunk girl.

Flea looked at May. She certainly couldn’t drink as much as the older woman, but she figured she’d try the President's advice. As to having fun, right now eating May's gorgeous pussy sounded like fun. “C'n i eat yer pussy?” Flea asked May as she started to crawl towards May.

May stood, and told Flea, “Cernnly ped.”

The two women had sex right there in the lobby, drinking all the while. If anyone noticed, they said nothing, it was certainly not unusual for the conference. 

A bit before 11, the two women had had their fun, and were a little less drunk. Flea was a tad more sober than May, but it isn't saying much. However, the young blond did her best to straighten up their clothes, though she left her own shirt unbuttoned. Fortunately, Mays shirt had no buttons, so neither of them had to deal with those.