Get A Drink In Her And She's Anybodies

Paula loves a drink. Any alcoholic drink. If it finds its own level within the confines of a bar room glass, she'll drink it. Unfortunately, drink doesn't love Paula. Oh, it makes her feel happy and relaxed okay. The problem is, it makes her feel happy and okay about everything, thus rendering it impossible for her to say a sensible woman's favourite word, "no".

And Paula is usually a very sensible woman. So sensible in fact as to be entrusted with managing the House and Office Services department of a major broadcasting organisation. A pretty safe environment for her to work in, one might initially think - until it's remembered that her department is responsible for providing hospitality for various programmes and meetings. For meetings, it's just tea, coffee, biscuits and a bowl of fruit usually. However, when it comes to providing snacks and drinks for the programme makers and their guests, booze is very much on the table; to start with anyway. Later, it tends to end up everywhere. It's her department's job to clear up the post- production mess and as departmental head, it's her job to ensure this is done with seamless efficiency.

Normally, Paula delegates putting in a personal appearance at boozy doos to one of her team of supervisors and takes a hands-off role in such proceedings. However, occasions occasionally arise where her attendance and active engagement are required and she then has to step into her personal and top secret danger zone. Paula well knows the problems poses for her and so she makes sure she never drinks on the job. Unfortunately for her, having worked in the organisation for a couple of decades, others also know the secret problems poses for her since they can recall certain episodes that took place shortly after Paula first joined the organisation as a straight out of school young cleaner. Out of courtesy, she'd occasionally be offered a drink when she was merely attending a function to clear away the empty bottles. She was a cute little thing and so attracted her fair share of male attention. Males who invited her to have another drink . . . and another . . . and then maybe let them show her . . . let's say a currently deserted editing suite where they worked. Under the influence of , Paula would trot come stagger off with them to her inevitable fate and when asked if she found it rather warm in the suite with the air conditioning turned off, she'd say "yes". When further asked if her cleaner's uniform was making her feel uncomfortably hot, she'd also say "yes." Would she like to take it off? "Yes". Would she like any help taking it off? "Yes".

"Mmmmmm! Nice tits! Can I feel them?"

"If you like."

"You're just a dirty little prick-teaser, aren't you Paula! You've really got me turned on, girlie. I need to cum now and it's all your fault, you busty bitch. So I'll tell you what you’re going to do. You're going to suck me off and swallow my thick, creamy jiz like the filthy little slut you are. Alright?"

"Oh! Okay."

Not surprisingly, Paula's promotion to Cleaner Supervisor was fast in forthcoming as this would give her much more time for socialising with influential male members of staff in editing suites, props stores, empty offices and the like and it became more commonly known than she knew that she always gave good service; provided you managed to get a drink into her first.

The lesbian Head of Religious Programmes had her tasting various wines Christian churches used in Holy Communion services before getting her to taste her vagina. "That's it, sweetie, suck my clit. Now use that deliciously naughty tongue of yours. Ooooh, that's heaven!"

Well, time has moved on. Both the heavy drinking and misogynistic culture of the organisation have now largely been dismantled while Paula herself has physically matured into the sort of mummy figure other people's daddies might well fantasise about molesting. Her career has progressed as it should considering the number of years of diligent hard work she's put in. However, some off the older hands remember her former glory years. They remember what 'old frosty knickers' (as Paula's now referred to behind her back), used to be like and would be like again if only they could get a drink into her.

That guy who first took her to the editing suite for instance. He still remembers. Fondly so, in fact. He's now Regional Head of Drama and is currently devising a little play of his own. The first act takes place in his kitchen after his wife and kids gave gone to bed and mainly involves the mixing of flour, eggs, water, a pinch of baking powder and an accurately measured quantity of Cannabis.