You made her drunk, but...

You stand next to Wendy and take in the scene one last time: a furious, professional woman dressing down her good-for-nothing underling for drinking on the job... You study the details of it, getting ready to observe the effects of your little experiment.

"This is going on your record Ryan, although that won't matter for long," Wendy informs him as you bring the bottle to her lips. "This is going to lead to a disciplinary meeting I'm afraid, and after th--umf!" You **** the bottle's opening between her lips, then watch as it 'glugs' and the spirit level goes down. After a second or two, vodka erupts from her mouth and spills down her front, darkening her blouse and making her reek of liquor.

As you retract the bottle, she continues right were she left off. "--at, it's unlikely you will be working here." Her lipstick's a little smudged and her clothes are soiled, but she's still none the wiser. You can't be sure how much of the liquor went down her throat rather than her front, but it can't have been much.

Trying a different tactic, you pinch her nose closed. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" she asks in a nasally tone. Her mouth hangs open after she finishes; just what you were waiting for. Pushing the bottle back into her mouth, you hold it vertically while tilting her head back. This time the liquid pours right down, with no backwash.

After a few seconds you decide she's had enough for now, pullingthe bottle out. She takes a deep breath but shows no other unusual signs as she maintains her angry stare.

"Can't you even look me in the eye when I'm talking to you!?" Ryan's eyes glance up to her as he makes the best 'I don't care' face you've ever seen.

Checking the bottle, you see that there's only about a third left; even though a good portion ended up on her clothes, she's most likely had enough to get anyone hammered.

Just then, a young couple push their cart past your little group. Wendy smiles at them briefly before tearing into Ryan again in a more hushed tone. The couple share an amused look before hurrying away, not wanting to be around for the dispute.

As roll past you reach into the cart and pull out a bag of potato chips; might as well have a snack while you watch the show, right? For that matter, you should have some company as well. As the girl passes you grab her around the waist, pulling her close. Holding her hand, you bring it down to your crotch and wrap it around your shaft, stroking yourself to hardness. Her partner carries down on the aisle, unaware that his girlfriend has been stolen.

"You are al-wayss late, Ryan." Wendy's begun to slur a little, catching your attention. "You din't even clock in at all on Wednesday." Her eyes look a little bloodshot, and her posture is drooping slightly.

"I forgot my card, okay!?" Ryan spits back.

"No Ryan, you... You wern't even he-ar. I checked the cam-err-rras!" She's slowing down, pauses becoming more frequent and awkward. "You... Werrren't in.... I, I think..." She seem unsure of herself all of a sudden, her body swaying to the side.

"Yeah I was, you just didn't see me," Ryan argues.

"No... NO!" She's almost shouting now, abandoning her carefully hushed tones. "I'm ssure you werrrn't ear. Maybe," she adds desperately; you guess her memory has been effected by the ****. Suddenly, she sways so far to the side that it looks as though she's about to keel over. Ryan makes a move to catch her, taking his hands out of his pockets, but she manages to stick her leg out and stop herself first.

"Huh, interesting," you muse as you munch on a chip. It's clear to anyone that she's drunk, way past the point that Ryan should have said something, yet nobody seems to care. This much you expected, but Ryan reacting to her almost falling over is new... Perhaps since you got Wendy drunk it counts as your action, but the things she DOES while drunk are her own? Whatever the case, it's certainly going to be an interesting shift for Wendy from now on.

You rummage in the bag you're holding for another chip, then offer it to your silent partner by waving it in front of her uncaring face. With a shrug you eat it yourself, then move your hand from her waist. Pulling up her skirt and plunging your hand down the back of her panties, you slip your hand between her legs and feel her pussy, beginning to stroke at the folds.

"Ryaaan," is all Wendy can manage before she starts to topple over again, this time backwards into a shelf. She catches herself, but not before knocking a few bottles off onto the floor where they smash spectacularly. "Shit," she curses. "Ryan, call a thingy."

"A what?" he asks, frowning.

"A, thing, with, clean. A janitor man," she replies, getting down on her knees to move some of the broken glass to the side of the aisle.

"Whatever," he says, sauntering off to a nearby terminal and pushing a button. "Yo, like, Wendy smashed some shit in aisle three. Clean up." His voice booms across the entire store.

"Naaughty booy," Wendy mumbles, giggling to herself. She seems to be having some difficulty getting up, only succeeding once she grabs onto a shelf for balance. It doesn't last long, though, as her first step causes her to half-fall into a bent-over position. Although embarrassingly clutzy, it does serve to show her ass off nicely. Ryan seems to notice as well, raising an eyebrow.

"Nice ass," he comments, crossing his arms.

"Dat's... A-ass-ment," she counters. Her hands leave the shelf to cover her posterior, but the motion sends her tumbling face-first onto the floor.

"Jesus, and you call me clumsy," Ryan quips. She's well and truly smashed at this point, that much is clear; your experiment is pretty much over. Emptying the last couple of chips into your mouth, you remove your hand from your companion's pants and turn her to face you. After planting a long kiss on her lips (slipping in some tongue towards the end), you remove her hand from your dick, spin her around, and slap her on the ass, sending her off to find her real partner.

That taken care of, you walk over to the flailing Wendy, throw her arm over your shoulder, and hoist her up. She tries to look sternly at Ryan, but it isn't an intimidating sight; her hair is a mess, she's covered in liquor, and a line of drool is coming out one side of her mouth. She raises one arm and points at a spot next to Ryan. "...Bad men," she manages to say, squinting at his double image.

Just then another manager hurries around the corner. You size her up as she walks up to the three of you: she has a voluptuous figure, her uniform more filled-out than Wendy's. Her black hair falls over a very pretty face, contrasting with her pale skin. Her name tag reads "Lilly," and she too is happy to help.

"What was that? You can't swear on the PA system, Ryan!"

"I don't even care anymore," he says, completely unapologetic. "If you're going to fire me, just do it.

"Fine, if that's the way you want it Ryan, I'll hold a meeting right now! Go wait in the office... I'll be there in a minute when I get ahold of Claire," Lilly says, taking out her phone and beginning to dial as Ryan scoffs walks away.

After watching him go, Lilly turns back to the half-conscious Wendy. "That's going to be it for him now... Some people are more trouble than they are worth, y'know? You might as well sit in on the meeting, we could use your help to smooth this along. You caught him stealing, right?"

Wendy's eyes searched for the source of the question, finally settling on Lilly. "Illy, when did... You.. Get ear?" she stutters, grinning like an idiot.

"Uh, what?" Lilly looks sideways at her, clearly perplexed, before having her attention grabbed by the voice on the other end of her phone. "Oh, hi Claire. Sorry to bother you, but Ryan's having a disciplinary meeting and we need you to sit in for it. It's going to end in his contract termination I think, so we need you to sign off as store manager... Yeah... Right now? Okay, great, meet us in the office, he's already waiting. Bye." Lilly pocketed her phone, turning back to Wendy "Right, lets go fire this brat."

You watch as Lilly turns on her heel and walks away. Ryan is in some seriously hot water over his behavior; it might be fun to intervene somehow. Then again, maybe you should just drop Wendy's dead weight and be on your merry way?