Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 02 Pt. 01

To the bottle of expensive tequila.

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It took a little bit for Ryan to catch on. He sat next to his wife for a bit, stood up with her as they chatted with some more of her coworkers. He had a few more drinks, including another glass of that wonderful tequila. And while his wife didn't seem as upset with him as she'd been earlier, it started to become clear to him that she was somewhat zonked out. It was only then that he realized she was sneaking gulps from the bottle of tequila, even though she knew the damage it was wreaking on her. He didn't hear her coughing as she gulped it down over the noise of the party, and she made sure to never let him see her swallowing the tequila, only letting him see her drink from her glass of sparkling water. By the time he caught on to what was happening, the tequila had already taken its toll. Eventually, she couldn't keep her feet beneath her, and he had to sit her back down at her desk. She practically folded in on herself as she collapsed onto the desktop.

Damn. This was a complication. He needed to get her out of there and get her home... but his mission wasn't done. He hadn't really had the chance to talk with Stacy in any real way. They'd bonded in their common interests, but he hadn't been able to cash that in and have a true heart-to-heart. Now, it was interrupted by his wife's current state. Again... damn!

That being said, he didn't blame her. Clearly, she didn't want to be here, and in his efforts to stand up for her by talking with Stacy, it probably appeared as if he wasn't standing up for her at all, almost backing down from the challenge. Despite his best efforts, he'd failed in his efforts. And he didn't like to fail. He might have to swallow his pride and admit that, admit failure, and look out for his wife's best interests. Finally, he decided, he was gonna give her what she'd wanted from the start.

They were leaving.

The tough part was, he wasn't in the best state either. But he was in far better condition than his wife. He certainly wasn't drunk, and he was in good enough condition to drive, but he'd prefer not to if all things were considered. But he had to do what he had to do. He had to take care of his wife. Grabbing her gently, he helped her to her feet. She grumbled at this sudden motion, leaning her weight against him as he put her arm up around his shoulders. But after taking only a couple steps, they were stopped in their tracks.

"You're taking off early?" Stacy asked, both her and Kendall putting themselves between the couple and the exit.

"Yeah, Elizabeth isn't feeling so good," Ryan said, putting it delicately.

"Oh, that's a shame," Stacy replied with little sympathy, glancing at his wife with a slightly off-put expression. This time, Ryan understood her disappointment, and he wasn't happy about it. The goal was to make Elizabeth look better in the eyes of her boss, and this wasn't helping. He felt a momentary disappointment in his wife for putting herself in this state. He was trying to help her, and she'd kind of sabotaged that. Quickly, he stifled these thoughts. He had to support her, no matter what.

"I know that tequila had some kick to it, but I think us three handled it fine," Kendall interjected. Stacy glanced at her and smirked.

"Frankly, I could go for some more," Stacy added, glancing at the bottle in the married man's hand.

"Yeah, she's not a big drinker," he replied sympathetically.

"Well, Lizzy shouldn't have drank so much, then," Stacy pointed out obviously, not commenting on the fact that she was the one who put that booze in his wife's hand and pressured her to drink.

"It's too late now," Ryan admitted, moving to take another step towards the exit. But the two busty women stood in place, not leaving him room to pass. Suddenly, Stacy had an idea.

"I have an idea," Stacy began, holding up her hand to stop him. He paused and looked at her. "The party is just getting started. It'd be a shame for you two to leave so soon, especially since we only just got to know each other." At this, Kendall nodded, along with her boss. "Obviously, Lizzy's not in a good state. How about, instead of leaving, we let her sleep it off a bit, until she feels better? Kendall has a quiet office in the far corner. She has a nice comfy couch, Lizzy can rest there, and when she's feeling better, you guys can leave. And until then, you can stay and enjoy the party!"

"I don't know..." he replied. They really should just go. He didn't really know anybody here; beyond the polite discussions he'd had with some of his wife's coworkers and their spouses. The person he'd talked to the most was probably Stacy, so he'd probably just end up talking to her some more, which his wife would no doubt hate. But then again, that might be a good thing. He hadn't really had the moment to talk to her about her treatment of Elizabeth. He'd resigned himself that he'd missed his opportunity, but after Elizabeth's poor decision making, sticking around would give him more time to have that conversation and try to salvage this night as a net positive rather than the net negative it currently was. It was that thought that changed his mind, the idea of having another opportunity to stand up for his wife. Looking up at her smiling expectantly, Ryan finally relented.

"I guess we can do that," he said, making Stacy grin excitedly. She turned to face Kendall, smiling a sickeningly sweet smile. "You don't mind giving up your office for the night, do you?" she asked. Kendall winced, the unhappy feeling obvious in her annoyed gaze. But she opted to help out her boss in her plan.

"Not at all," Kendall said with a pained smile, her displeasure clear to Stacy. But Stacy reveled in getting one over her friend, inconveniencing her ever so slightly.

"Then follow us," Stacy said with a grin. The two women led the way for the married couple across the office, away from the crowd.

"We're gonna let you rest a bit. How does that sound?" he asked his wife.

"Whatever..." Elizabeth grumbled, in a sour mood with her drunkenness. He looked away from her, slightly peeved, his eyes turning to follow the two women. He couldn't help but notice their eye-catching rear ends as they led the way. Stacy's red dress clung to her full, juicy ass, the material showcasing its immaculate shape, her insane ass standing out from her body, perfectly sized on her slim, petite frame. Each perfect, firm cheek was bursting to escape the tight confines of the slim dress, each step a little war for dominance between her ass and that thin gown, and her ass was winning. Kendall's butt was just as perfect. The tall, slim brunette had an ass that was just as perfectly formed as her boss's, fitting her fit shapely frame, looking large and firm and just amazing. And while her dress wasn't as insanely tight as Stacy's, the black material flattered her juicy ass very well. Perhaps if he was on top of his game, he would have known better than to stare at these features on the two gorgeous women, but a few drinks in, he wasn't exactly at his best. But he should still know better, so he caught himself enough to finally look away, just in time as Stacy looked back to glance at him.

"It's a shame Lizzy overdid it, tonight," Stacy pointed out. "But that doesn't mean you can't still have fun. Like I said earlier, you should treat yourself!"

"Yeah... sorry about this," Ryan replied, unhappy with how this all had played out.

"Well," Stacy continued, looking forward. "She probably won't remember embarrassing herself in the morning, so she's got that to look forward to." Ryan winced slightly at this little dig, but she wasn't wrong.

"Here we go," Kendall said, pushing open the door to her corner office. The tall, stacked brunette looked back. "I'll take her from here."

Stacy stepped aside as Ryan handed off his wife to Kendall, kneeling slightly to support the shorter woman. As they stepped into the darkened office, Elizabeth looked back as she parted ways with her husband.

"Wait..." she called out, her speech heavy and slurred.

"Get some rest, hon," Ryan said to her. Elizabeth kept looking back at him, enough to see Stacy smile at her as she put one hand on Ryan's shoulder. He turned to face Stacy as she got his attention.

"Let's go back to the party," Stacy said, squeezing his shoulder lightly. Ryan smiled at her and nodded, following her back to the crowd. And all Elizabeth could do in her state was watch and do nothing.

Guided along by Kendall, she had to turn and face forward to see where she was going. The sight of her husband going away with that bitch felt like a nightmare come to life, and just like in a nightmare, she couldn't do anything about it. As the weight of what she feared would happen between them making her heart heavy, she croaked out a few words.

"Jeezsh... babe, if yuuouur gonna shuck on her big fffucking tits, jusht fucken do it alreddy..." Elizabeth groaned out, nightmare images clouding her mind. At this, Kendall laughed.

"Well, I don't think we're gonna have to wait very long for that to happen," Kendall tittered. Elizabeth looked up at the taller woman, hurt and betrayed. Leading the drunken woman towards the leather couch, she unceremoniously plopped the addled Elizabeth down on it face-first, landing heavily. Elizabeth moved her body a bit to get more comfortable, but her body felt so heavy in her current state that she could barely move. Kendall straightened her black dress and spoke.

"Please don't puke on my couch. The bathrooms over there," she said, pointing at the adjacent restroom. "Just don't fall in the toilet. I hear you have a history of that..."

Even through her drunken daze, this rang some far-off alarm bells in Elizabeth's mind. That didn't make sense. Did she know... how could she... what was happening here?

"Wai..." she tried to get out, but lying down on her belly on the comfy leather couch, sleep was beginning to overtake her whether she wanted it or not. She tried to push herself up, but her arms collapsed beneath her, and by the time her face hit the couch, she was out cold.

Kendall shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"Sleep well, bitch," Kendall said. "Cause when you wake up, your husband won't love you anymore."

At this, Kendall stepped out of the office. She didn't have as much of a hate into the blonde as Stacy did. But for as much as she found Elizabeth a miserable, fragile little mouse, her cold calculating heart still somewhat sympathized with her upcoming plight.

Cause things were really gonna fucking suck for her by the time she woke up.

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