By Craig Bacardi
| CAROLYN |
Summer was sitting on her stool in the dressing room, wearing a skimpy school- girl outfit and applying some eyeliner to get ready for work, when Carolyn walked in. It was early afternoon on Saturday. Summer looked up and flashed her friend a quick smile. Carolyn had a terrible hangover and she was too miserable to try to hide it, but before Summer could comment on her appearance, she decided to cut her off. She was looking forward to telling her what she did and seeing her reaction.
"I got sooo drunk yesterday," Carolyn began.
"I can see that," Summer laughed and the she took a sip from the bottle of vodka she had on her table. "Where were you? I didn't see you here."
"I was at home."
"You got drunk at home? Why?"
"I was chatting with someone." Carolyn was taking her time revealing what happened the previous day.
"I didn't know you did cam shows." Summer looked surprised. Some of the girls they worked with did cam shows on their days off, but Carolyn wasn't one of them.
"Well... It wasn't really a cam show. We were just chatting and I was sending him pictures and videos."
"Ah... I see." Summer took another swig from the bottle. "So who was it?"
Carolyn pretended to hesitate. She was looking forward to this part. Summer looked at her expectantly for a few seconds and then lifted the bottle to her lips with a slight shrug, unwilling to play the game Carolyn was trying to get her to play. "It was Nick."
As soon as Carolyn blurted it out, Summer almost choked on her drink. It took her a few seconds to get her coughing fit under control, but when she did, she was livid.
"What?" She cried, instantly on her feet.
"Nick. The guy you told me about, who used to buy you alcohol when you were sixteen." Carolyn explained, a little taken aback by Summer's reaction. She knew Summer had a huge crush on Nick, even though she has not spoken to him in years.
"What are you doing? Why would you do that? What..." Summer trailed off and sat down heavily.
"I'm going to lure him to you."
"No!" Summer objected. "You can't!"
"Why? I thought you liked him."
"He can't see me like this! What will he think?" She hopped onto her feet, inviting Carolyn to get a good look at her. Summer was only nineteen years old, but she was beautiful. She had long, slightly wavy brown hair and big, blue eyes that gave her face an angelic quality and her body was to die for. While Carolyn had a leaner, all-natural body, Summer was several inches shorter and had a much curvier figure. She had a pair of DD breasts, enhanced to their current size shortly after her 18th birthday and her thin waist gave her an hourglass figure that made her look like a barbie doll.
"You'll find out soon." Carolyn informed her with a smile. "He will like you, don't worry!"
She gave Summer a hug and left her standing there, stunned.
| NICK |
The next Monday, I sent Carolyn a quick message thanking her for getting drunk and asking when she would like to do it again. There was no reply or any sign of her for several days and I was beginning to think she would never contact me again. Then, on Friday, she came online in the afternoon.
A message immediately came up on the screen.
User carolyn has invited you to view his/her webcam.
After accepting the invitation, I was greeted with the sight of a smiling Carolyn waving to the camera.
Carolyn stood up to let me take a look at her. She was wearing a secretary outfit consisting of a very short black miniskirt, thigh high black stockings and a white shirt with the top few buttons predictably undone exposing a healthy dose of cleavage. Her blond hair was tied back and she was wearing a pair of eyeglasses to complement her look. In a word, she looked stunning.
She winked at the camera, blew me a kiss and left the room to get some alcohol. When she cam back she was holding a bottle in each hand. She held the first one close to the camera so I could inspect it. It was a bottle of regular vodka, the same size bottle she drank last time. The second bottle she picked was what really got my attention: it was a bottle of 151 proof rum. After she showed me the two bottles, she sat back down.
| CAROLYN |
Carolyn grabbed the vodka bottle and removed the cap. She glanced at the computer screen, hesitating for a second. She was nervous, she realized suddenly. The first time she chatted with Nick, she intended to get drunk for him one time and then the next time they talked she planned to tell him about her work and convince him to go see Summer. That was the original plan. What complicated things is that she had so much fun getting drunk for him that she now actually wanted to do it again and she was considering delaying the moment she revealed her real reason for contacting him. She was nervous because she wanted this to be perfect. Which meant she was going to get extremely drunk.
She lifted the bottle to her lips and forced herself to gulp down one mouthful after another only stopping when she could not get any more down. When she was finished, she instinctively put a hand in front of her mouth because she wasn't sure if she could keep it down. However, the feeling passed after a moment and she looked up at the screen.
As the burning sensation in her stomach started to subside, she glanced at the bottle and gasped. A third of it was already gone from just that one drink.
Carolyn wasn't an alcoholic: She liked to think of herself as a binge drinker. To her, there was a clear distinction between the two. An alcoholic was physically addicted to alcohol and needed it every day. A binge drinker was someone who drank to excess on purpose, but could go as long as she wanted without alcohol.
Summer was an alcoholic. She was there at work every day and by the end of her shift she was often so out of it that she had to be carried to her room to sleep it off. Of course, her job was exactly to do just that and she was very popular with customers.
Carolyn, on the other hand, was trying to stay in control of her drinking. That is why she did not move in with the rest of the girls and she only worked two nights a week on average. This got her enough money to get by and it also left her time to study for the accounting class she was taking, hoping to eventually finish her degree. She knew if she spent more time at work getting drunk she would be taking a huge risk and she might very well end up falling into the same trap as some of the other girls.
What Carolyn found unnerving is that she was enjoying these sessions so much. There was something about the way Nick encouraged her to drink that made her respond and part of her liked to give up control. At the same time, the more rational part of her was cautioning her to be careful. For better or for worse, on that day, her rational side lost the battle. Badly.
| NICK |
Carolyn lifted the bottle again and really went for it this time. She turned sideways so I could see how much vodka was still left in the bottle and started to down big mouthfuls of it. I could see the level drop each time she swallowed and she nearly finished the whole thing by the time she stopped. She shuddered and looked up at the screen.
There wasn't much vodka left in the bottle and Carolyn made quick work of it. I was happy to observe that the effects of the alcohol were already starting to creep up on her. Her movements were slow and purposeful as if they required a lot of concentration on her part. She smiled a lot, which lead me to believe that she was enjoying herself. Compared to the first time I chatted with her, she was drinking a lot faster. She finished a whole bottle of vodka in under ten minutes and she looked like she was willing to keep on drinking.
To my annoyance, the phone rang just as Carolyn reached for the second bottle and twisted off the cap.
While I was dealing with the customer, Carolyn stood up and left the room, returning a short while later with a small knife. She proceeded to use the knife to try to remove the plastic insert that would have prevented her from drinking the 151 proof rum straight out of the bottle. As she was doing this, she was becoming less and less coordinated and several times the knife slipped and she nearly cut herself. I was about to ask her to just forget about that piece of plastic when she finally managed to loosen it and removed if with a triumphant grin. Then she leaned back in her chair to wait for me to finish my call, but she eventually got impatient and started typing.
Carolyn was obviously not prepared to wait, because she proceeded do her best to distract me. First, she decided to undo another button on her shirt, almost completely exposing the black bra she was wearing underneath. She cupped her breasts with her hands, squeezing them together and shaking them while she looked seductively into the camera. Then, she decided to turn sideways and lift one leg up into the air and remove her stockings, one after the other. She ran her hands down the length of her perfect legs and winked at the camera. This playful performance caused me to lose track of the phone conversation several times, but I finally managed to take care of the customer and end the call.
| CAROLYN |
Carolyn was aware that she was extremely buzzed and she was enjoying the feeling. She was hoping Nick was impressed with her drinking, because she certainly impressed herself. She giggled at that thought.
When she stood up, she felt a quick rush as the alcohol suddenly went into her head. She felt like the whole room was slowly rotating around her, but she knew that she could hide it and still walk perfectly. She hoped she looked sexy. She removed her glasses, turned towards the full length mirror to see herself and adjusted her partially unbuttoned shirt. She thought she looked pretty sexy, but just to make sure Nick would be turned on, she decided to pull up her miniskirt a tiny bit, so that her butt was just barely covered by the hem of her skirt. That should do it. She turned back towards the camera and smiled, putting a hand on her chair.
| NICK |
Carolyn leaned forward towards the camera and blew me a kiss. I very much doubted she could walk straight. Even as she blew the kiss, she had to put a hand on her desk to keep herself from falling forward and she was stumbling all over the place ever since she stood up. Just a minute earlier, when she shortened her already very short skirt, she was weaving back and forth in front of her mirror.
After blowing another kiss in my direction, Carolyn turned around to walk, stumbling to the side as she did it. She walked the length of the room, keeping one hand on the wall and doing her best to maintain her balance, but she still managed to bump into the wall a few times with her hips. I decided to keep her on her feet so I could enjoy the sight of her struggling with her balance.
By the way she went for the bottle, Carolyn looked like she had been waiting for me to tell her to drink more. She grabbed it with both hands and started to drink greedily. However, after a few mouthfuls, she stopped and coughed violently.
Instead of trying to chug, this time Carolyn tried a di®erent approach. She drank one mouthful and then paused after swallowing it to allow herself to take a few deep breaths. Then she repeated the process a second time. As she tilted her head back to drink a third mouthful, she stumbled backwards and looked at the screen as if to see if I noticed it.
She immediately started fumbling with the buttons on her shirt and removed both the shirt and her miniskirt. She now stood, unsteadily, in front of the camera wearing only a black thong and bra.
| CAROLYN |
Carolyn felt that the chat was going very well. In her drunken state, she was slightly embarrassed by the fact that she could not chug the rum, but she was intent on showing Nick that she could handle any alcohol she wanted. She wasn't going to give up.
Carolyn's mood kept improving as the night went on. She suspected the alcohol had something to do with it, but Nick's compliments had their effect too and she was really enjoying herself. She absentmindedly grabbed the bottle and took a few long draughts, hardly noticing the taste of the rum this time. Everything was starting to become foggy, like she was in a dream. She was beginning to black out here and there and the events of the night no longer formed a continuous sequence...
Carolyn found herself on her hands and knees on the °oor, disoriented. She grabbed the edge of the table and pulled herself up to look at the computer screen and struggled to focus her eyes to read the text that was before her.
She typed a reply to say that she was and drank some more rum.
Carolyn stumbled forward and collided with her desk. She put the bottle down, only vaguely aware that it was now two-thirds empty. She was naked. She typed something on her keyboard and then staggered to the side, ending up on the floor again. She was amused by all this. It was weird. She ran her hand along the carpet, feeling its texture. Then she managed to get up on her hands and knees again and she sat down with her back against the bed. Her hair was falling down in front of her face. Carolyn wondered when she let her hair loose. She squinted at the webcam attached to the top of her monitor.
The next moment she had her face close to the computer screen, trying to read what Nick wrote.
She typed back an :OK", wondering why he said that. Didn't he want her to get very drunk? Was he mad at her now?
Carolyn opened her eyes. She was lying on her stomach on the floor next to her bed. She lifted her head slightly off the ground and threw up. After she was done puking, she put her head back down and passed out again.
| NICK |
Carolyn smiled at me and drank a few more mouthfuls of rum. Her eyes were starting to get that glazed look as if she was looking at something far away, which told me she was drunk. I decided to keep encouraging her to drink to see how far she would take it.
To demonstrate it, she gulped down a few more ounces and then looked at the bootle to see how much was left. I was still about three quarters full, so there was still plenty of it left to drink. I could see that she was struggling with it, but she wouldn't be convinced to drink something that would go down easier. I assumed it was drunken stubbornness.
I was intrigued. I have heard that girls in strip clubs drank regularly and occasionally had too much to drink and ended up staggering drunk, but Carolyn was implying that girls got smashed on purpose where she worked. In fact, it seemed to be part of what was expected of them. She was also suggesting that customers are able to choose which girl they want to see and they could do so in private, presumably in a separate room.
Carolyn drank some more rum and then looked straight into the camera with such a sexually charged look, that I if I was there with her I would have probably been unable to restrain myself. It was as if she looked right through the camera, straight at me to give me that hungry "take me" look.
Carolyn was smiling, happy to show me what she did at work. She carefully reached for the bottle, almost knocking it over and sat back in her chair, drinking for long enough that it almost qualified as a chug. I suspected she no longer tasted it, because she drank it like it was water. After she put the bottle back on her desk, she grabbed both armrests on her chair with her hands and lurched to her feet. I realized just how drunk she was when she immediately stumbled forward, caught the edge of her desk with both hands and then stumbled side ways out of the field of view of the camera. She stumbled back into the picture a few seconds later.
Carolyn started to dance, swaying her hips suggestively. She also tried to run her hands along her body, from her stomach towards her breasts, but she was stumbling around so much that she had to keep waving her hands in the air to catch her balance. Finally she staggered against her chair, causing it to spin away just as she reached towards it to catch her balance. She went down pretty hard, onto the floor. I couldn't see her, because the camera was looking straight ahead.
Just as I typed that, I saw her hand as she grabbed the edge of her desk and shortly thereafter her head came into view. She leaned closer to the monitor and then started to type.
Her head was bobbing around, but she reached for the rum and drank some more. I didn't think she would last much longer, so I decided to ask her to finish her striptease.
Carolyn was smiling again. She really liked to be complimented on her body and she always tried to reciprocate it by doing something for me. In this case, she stood up, very unsteadily, and leaned against the table with her hip as she reached behind her back to undo her bra. She managed to take it off rather quickly and leaned towards the camera, filling up the screen with her prefect breasts. She proceeded to play with her nipples, making them hard. She followed this by letting her blond hair loose and chugging nearly half of the remaining rum, with reckless abandon, leaving only a third of the bottle. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and continued her dance with the bottle in hand. As she danced, she pushed down her thong, letting it fall to the ground. By then, she was so drunk it could hardly be called a dance. It was more of a musical stumbling show. Her movements were so erratic, that to me it looked like she was on the verge of falling down at any given moment and I had no idea how she continued to defy gravity. She was completely trashed. When Carolyn attempted to have another drink, she started to fall backwards as she lifted the bottle to her lips. She overcompensated and came flying forward towards the desk. The camera shook from the impact, but she was so drunk I doubted she felt any pain. She put the bottle down and for a moment she looked completely unaware of where she was or what was going on. Then she blinked at the camera and started typing.
Before I had a chance to reply she stumbled sideways again and I could just see her heading towards the floor as she stumbled out of the picture. It took her over a minute to come back into the camera's field of view, crawling to her bed and sitting up with her back against it. She waved at me and then closed her eyes and let her head fall forward. I suspected she was very close to passing out and she was drunker than I felt comfortable with, considering she was alone. I decided not to let her drink any more. I already felt nervous about what might happen to her, because she was drunker than any girl I've seen in a long time.
Carolyn opened her eyes a few seconds later and crawled to her desk to look at the monitor again. She had to put her face to within a few inches of the screen, so her vision must have been awfully blurred.
With that, she turned off her webcam and went offine.
The End.
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