Mission - Success (Pt. 2)!

"Miss Johnson, we can familiarize ourselves more and go into greater detail at a later date. But we need help now. So, and I know I am not alone in saying this, we accept your company's proposal." The man's honeyed voice said, the words flowing into Alexa's brain.

Some pleasantries were exchanged, and Alexa dealt with some last minute questions and the like. Her celebration came as she was alone in the elevator, jumping up and down from the excitement. She'd done it!

Carol was happy for the girl, telling right away the news was good. Before she could get much of a word in, Alexa felt her phone vibrate. Her boss.

"Miss Johnson, I got a phone call from my boss telling me the brief of the results. Congratulations, of course." His voice said, betraying his obvious joy at the result. "Now, your docket was clear tomorrow, correct?"

"Yes, Mr. Yawena." Alexa replied, a bit nervous for what he might ask of her. Another presentation....?

"Enjoy the day off, please. I know you put your all into that presentation, all 2 hours and 43 minutes of it. We can talk more after you get some R&R." His voice said happily, with the phone dead after a few little goodbye's were said.

"My boss, he gave me tomorrow off for how good I did!" Alexa smiled, getting buckled in. Carol and Alexa talked excitedly on the way back, and Alexa threw her suitjacket down on her bed once they were back.

"You're not gonna pass out on me, are you?" Carol asked, holding a glass of liquor. "We have to celebrate."

"I don't know...I'm not a big drinker.." Alexa said, even as she stood up took the glass from Carol.

Swinging back a shot, she tore off her work outfit, Carol egging down another one between the both of them before she even had a pair of pants on. Throwing on the nightie she had yesterday, Alexa reached around for a pair of pants, taking too long to find any.

"Oh, you'll just be at home. What do you need pants for? Come on, live a little." Carol scoffed, her logic convincing the already buzzed Alexa.

The two headed to the basement, enjoying watching some films and forgetting about any of the troubles of the day. By the time they ordered pizza, Alexa was more drunk then Carol. They were about the same by the time the delivery person arrived at the door.

"Ugh, Lex, the best scenes coming up. Could you grab the pizza? Monies on counter." Carol asked, not wanting to get up. Alexa agreed, slightly stumbling her way up the stairs, forgetting about being without pants. Carol watched her diaper pass, noticing the obvious yellow colouration on the front.

"Pizza?" Alexa asked as she opened the door. In front of her stood an average height, cute looking boy, maybe Alexa's age, maybe a year or two younger.

"Pizza! Do you have your mommy or daddy who could pay for your pizza?" The boy asked, smiling at the adorable little girl in front of her. Wet diaper, cute pink nightie, without much of a care in the world.

"Um, money is right here." Alexa said, looking around for the money. Where was it? Waddling her way around in front of the boy, she searched for it high and low. "Uhhh, I'll be right back."

"Carol, where's the money?" Alexa slurred speech reached her ears, and Carol got up, annoyed but expecting it. She might have forgot it. Kicking her pants away from her ankles, she stumbled up the steps, seeing Alexa at the top.

"Right here. Duh, on the counter like I said." Carol said, grabbing the money from a spot Alexa hadn't checked. Her figure didn't make the boy see anything cute like Alexa, he was merely happy to see the tight crop top and boyshorts Carol wore as she handed him the money, Alexa standing in the background in her wet diaper. His lusty eyes tracked her movement as she took the pizzas, and he hated having to leave. "I swear Lex, you'd lose your head if it weren't screwed on."

"I couldn't find my glasses." Alexa said, taking the pizzas downstairs.

By the time the pizzas were finished, neither woman knew who was more intoxicated, but both were riding the high of it. Alexa's last memories were of a drunk Carol trying, and failing, to change her diaper after Alexa filled it during a tickle fight. Her next feeling was of warmth around her, and her eyes opening up.