On Monday morning, I arrived at work, as usual, got into my office, turned on my computer, and served me a full glass of whisky Talisker Rye; I already had a full bottle of Bayley's at breakfast. I accessed to work plannings and reserved me several (fake) meetings for the afternoon and several (fake) appointments for Tuesday.
I start to work at 9 AM and at noon, bottle was empty, I left my office, took my car and drove to a restaurant where I'm well known to take my lunch; 2 cocktails, 6 assorted rums and 2 shots of hard liquors. The chief gave me the note, as usual it was write on it a regular lunch for two, that I paid with company card. And I got back to office, I was already feeling tipsy.
Once back sit on my desk, I opened a second bottle of whisky and took a pair of xanax. During first hour, I managed some cases but at the second, I was starting to mistype, so I left keyboard and just drank. At the end of second hour, bottle was nearly over, I was drunk and needed to pee.
There is a quite private toilet on my floor, just four people can enter in it, but it's at the end of my hall and near the photocopier that is used by everybody on the floor. It's a dangerous place for me because I could get caught.
I snorted 4 heavy lines, I left my office, nobody in the hall. Once in toilet, I sat on WC, grabbed the flask from my panty and chugged the half of it while peeing. I left toilet, still nobody in the hall, I got back to my office.
Once in my office, I pressed the button that turn on a red light above my office's door to nobody comes to disturb me. I swallowed another pair of xanax and empty the second bottle. It's boring to have to stay there, just watching through the window, I wanted some fun and as the second bottle was over, it was a nice to have a game.
I slightly staggered to my office cabinet, grabbed the third whisky bottle that put opened on my desk and a bottle of strong peer liquor (70%) and a shot glass. I put a 3 xanax pill pack every 30cm on my window sill, filled the shot of peer liquor and a glass of whisky. And I started to wait...
The game was an easy one, each time I will see a pigeon on the outdoor window's stone, I will grab one of the nearest pill from him and chug it a peer shot. As a good scientist, the idea was to see witch pack will end the first.
I was drinking whisky and watching pigeons, they were flying near my window and get away. Until at least, one pigeon comes and sit on the stone I grabbed the shot and jumped off my desk to take a pill and chug it with the shot, but I had afraid the that fly few away and land in the corner of my window. So I grabbed the peer bottle and staggered to the corner to take the pill, filling the shot on the way.
I discretely picked up the pill, swallow it with a shot, but it seems, not discretely enough. The bird started to walk all along the stone, and me, trying to follow him, filling shot after shot and catching the pills behind it. The more I was pouring, the more I was unaccurate, splitting peer on my hand or on the floor. More I was chugging, harder it was becoming, it was burning my throat and my stomach and the bird was still walking. And it walked until the next corner of my nearly 4m window!
Once it stopped, I was at the end of my life, my hands were shacking, my stomach was bloating and the mix of booze and drug was starting to smash my brain. I felt on my chair and had to chug a full glass of whisky to calm my pain.
After few minutes, my head start to spin a lot, it was true that just few minutes I had took a full tab of xanax and chug a half bottle of 70% liquor.
Second pigeon arrived on the stone, I got up, but I had serious lost of balance, I filled the glass, chugged it, and once near second pigeon I realised that I hadn't took the pill... So, I filled the shoter at new, took it and wait, watching the birds, managing to keep my balance by little steps.
The second pigeon, at its turn, started to walk on the stone, and I followed it. 1,2,3,4 pill, and he arrived at the place where the first pigeon sat on arrival, where it was just left one pill, in place to continue to walk and end the game; it fly away to come back two pill away...
I followed it, lean on my windows sill to not fall but event like that, I had lost of balance. 1,2 pills and it stopped, but first pigeon walked the two pill that separate them to join it. I caught the pills and chugged them one by one, feeling my eyes rolling harder and harder, my head spinning and my hands always more accurate.
As birds weren't moving anymore, I put my elbow on the window sill and make me slip on it as near as possible from my chair.
I let me fall on my chair and nearly felt over it. I turned it a few and let my harms and head fall on my desk. I was totally ruined and all drugs and booze hadn't still act. Slowly, I grabbed my pack of cocaine, and without doing lines, I put the straw in it, I put my head on my wrist and made it slip on it until the straw enter in my nose, and I heavily snorted, 2 times, 3 times, 4 times, until my nostril get totally full, so I slowly moved the straw to other nostril and do the same.
That really prevent me to pass out, but few minutes after that, that was my all body that start to shake and my face was sweating as it was raining. I sat up straight, and I could feel violent spasms in belly, my heart beating as hell, sometimes stopping and restart to beating at full speed, I could feel my muscles getting hard, a very near overdose experience, and suddenly my vagina started to flood.
I imagined somebody entering in my office and that aroused me a lot, I inserted the peer bottle in me and start to masturbate as I could, it was good and terrific, from the other shaking hand, I grabbed whisky and continue to drink until I had an orgasm. It was wonderful.
One more time the cocaine had worked, I was alive at new, and a third bird arrived, I got up on my shaking legs, grabbed the last pill behind it got back to my desk, grabbed the peer bottle and chug what left with the pill. A pack was now empty, it was time to store toys. I picked up the pills one by one and put them back in my purse, it was not easy, but I did it.
Staggered to my desk, unable to stay straight on my shaking legs, I grabbed whisky bottle and tried to drink. But it was nearly impossible, my shaking hands, the spasms in my belly and harms, and all my body and even my mouth that were quacking prevent me to have more that small sips, but I was thirsty; whisky was flooding on my chest, my breast, my clothes but not in my mouth.
So, I had the idea to sit in corner of the room, stick me between a small piece of furniture and the wall to drive the bottle to my mouth and now I could drink, and drank, heavily, there was still whisky splitting on me or some sips that I was throwing up, but very less.
Even stick like since, I finished by falling on the floor, face first on the carpet. It was really time to sober up a few; I crawled to my desk, climbed on my chair, and snort at new, I could feel the powder running from my nose to my throat. I hided the three empty bottles and the last whisky one in my desk.
It wasn't still 6PM, but I really had to leave office as soon as possible before to definitively passing out on the floor. I grabbed my vest and purses, got up. Got up, here, means, trying to stay more or less straight on my feet using walls and pieces of furniture.
I was over coked up, even I was trashed under xanax, I could feel my heart beating heratically, spasms and quakes were really higher, they were so strong in my belly that I had to force on my stomach to prevent me to throwing up.
I walked along the hall, stand against the wall, I needed to pee so much that I several times to do it there, but I knew it wasn't a good idea. It was really hard to skirt plants and continue to progress, but what a delicious challenge.
I was nearly at the toilet when I heard to women speaking from another hall and walking to me, so I used all my forces to enter in the toilet and immediately rush in the first cabin. My head was spinning more again because of the anxiety. WC seat was just in front of me, but I couldn't reach it, I was falling from one wall to another without being able to get stable. My head was twisting hard and it was really hard to keep my eyes open. I could feel the pee running along my legs, I crossed my legs to stop it to finally fall on the seat and finish to pee in my dress.
I was hearing the women speaking near the photocopier, so I tried to make less noise as possible. Slowly, I got my dress up and my flask, it was wet of my pee but I didn't care, I took few sips from it to give me some strength and I opened my purse to take my pack of C, but when I did it, several xanax pills felt on the floor.
I made me slip from the seat and slowly fall on the floor, most of the pills were soaked of my pee, so, as I couldn't put them back in purse, I put them in my mouth when the women enter in the toilet, they were speaking and laughing, those stupid cows really don't know what true happiness is.
Because me, I was navigate in total trance of well-being. Knowing them so near, and knowing me so trashed; lay in toilet in my pee, licking wet drugs on the floor that was making me so horny, my dress and my hair were now totally impregnate of whisky and pee, as when I leave sexclub at the end of the night, but today was day at work.
Once my mouth full of all pills I found, I grabbed the flask and chugged it. As soon I did it, I had violent spams in stomach, I had to force as hell to not burp, throw up, or make noise, I had pinch my nose very hard, pressing my hand against my mouth to stop me to breath, my heart was beating in my head as really punches, my ear-drums were also beating as jackhammers, there was in brain a very high-pitched noise so strong that I was barely able to hear the women.
They finally leave the place, and I squirmed in this little place to grab the seat, it was totally wet of my self, so I licked it and my fingers pleasure, a pure pervert pleasure. I closed the lid and empty my c pack on it, it was dry but cocaine was sticking on my wet fingers and face. To make the challenge harder, my hands were still shaking hard, I made fat lines, but iI was able to follow them anymore, the straw was crossing lines to lines, so I had to rebuilt lines again, putting more and more c on my dirty fingers that i was licking.
There was really powder, so much that while I was fighting to snort them, my eyes were crying hard, but I didn't stopped before I felt blood flooding from my both nostrils. At this moment, I licked what left, cocaine, blood and pee, I still spams in my belly and all body was shaking, but this highway to death was arousing me as hell, i was unable to stop, my vagina was literally pumping the air as it wanted help me to breath.
Because, my breath, it was short and deep, noisy as the one of a bull and I couldn't control it. My body has now so violent spams this by moment it get all totally stiffed, I wasn't a near overdose experience, I was living a fucking good overdose! My vagina and my anus were applauding of joy.
It was now really time for me to escape from this building as soon as possible. I rushed in the hall, fighting to stay on my feet, at each big spams I had to repress an extremely shout of orgasm. My arms were turning around me to keep my balance, my eyes were still crying but this time of pleasure. I joined the elevator and it was a crazy effort to press the right button. Once in it, I pressed basement button and before the doors got closed, I stand against its wall, legs apart to insert 4 fingers in my vagina, I masturbate all the way long, my hand and leg were streaming of love juice.
Once in basement, I wasn't a woman anymore but a pure beast of sex, an insatiable demon, I was bellowing and roaring of pleasure. I staggered to basement, from one hand I was trying to fingering me while walking, from the other, I ripped my blouse to twist my nipple.
Once in my car, I searched tools to masturbate and booze to drink. There was a vodka bottle, but fingers were too wet to open it, the cap was slipping, I finally found an open pack of strong beers, but nothing to insert in me, nothing big enough. So, finally, I snatched my dress and sat on gear lever, opened a can of beer drank it, splitting beer everywhere, and from the other hand pushing the vodka bottle in my ass.
I drank like that three cans of beer before decide to rush out the basement, miraculously I didn't any other car or pillar. On the way I was still horny as hell, I was masturbating and drinking the two cans of beer with the same loss of success, I was unable to keep my car on its way.
I drove like that, nearly naked until my son's school, he jumped in the car, I grabbed the vodka bottle and gave it a long deepthroat to clean its neck and mumbled to my son to open it. While he was using his T-shirt to remove the wet cap, he made me noticed that I had powder and blood on all my face, but I didn't care.
I chugged from bottle until I got breathless, but in my actual state it comes quickly. I ran to my daughter nursery, I really wanted to masturbate again, but I couldn't because my son was sit near me. Once at nursery, he left the car to pick up his sister and I used this few time to masturbate again I only stopped when he opened the door.
He installed his sisters on the back seat, and to cool down my self, I grabbed the bottle and start to drink. And by drinking, I mean, chugging, I just wanted some sips, but I had so much xanax and cocaine in me that I couldn't stop drinking, I was feeling me spinning on my seat , I could feel the vodka knocking in my temples but I couldn't stop until the bottle slipped out of my hand.
I was on the point to passing out, I have a big burp and lot of vodka throw of my mouth to flood on my breast and the gear lever, I turned engine and we ran away, on all the way I was twisting my nipple to not pass out, unable to change gear and very often I left road. I still had several big spams of the way that gave orgasms.
Once arrived in front of our home, I was at my last limits, I opened my car door, but had just been able to put one leg out of the car, I grabbed the vodka and tried to drink again but I couldn't do it anymore and I passed like that in my open door car, nearly naked and dirty, over drugged and over drunk.
