While being punished for drinking on the job Nora has a little incident. Will Gretchen be able to avoid her horny friend or will she be doomed to follow suit and become a clown girl with her? (This story is in early access on my Patreon and subscription service and will come to DA on Jan 29th.)

“I am sure it’s nothing.  Hey.”  Nora crossed her arms.  “What in the world?  It’s just a little scratch.”  She turned around.  “I doubt anyone is going to notice.  I am sure the contents inside are just fine.”  She bent over and picked at the hole with her finger.  “God, not only is she a nosy bitch, but now she is getting in the way of doing our jobs by being overly cautious.  Gauhhh.”  A strange white powder flew out of the box, carried by a sudden gust of wind, hitting Nora in the face.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”  She waved her hands about as the powder flew up her nostrils.

              “Hey, get out of the way.  I need to document that broken container.”  Nora stumbled to the side, coughing and moaning.  “What the hell is wrong with you?”  Gretchen started taking pictures.  “Act professionally for once in your life.”

              Nora took a deep breath, sweat dripping down her neck as she stood up.  “I. . . am professional.”  She giggled.  “Very professional.”  She held her hand over her mouth.

              “What is so funny?”

              “Nothing.”  Nora burst out laughing.  “It’s just the fact that you. . . no, I shouldn’t.”

              Gretchen turned around.  “What are you. . . ahhhhhh!”  Nora suddenly jumped forward and squeezed Grechen’s breasts as if they were squeaky balls.  “What the fuck?”

              “Honk!”  She giggled.  “Hahahhh!”  Nora moaned.  “Ohhh fuckkkkk.”  She leaned forward.  “My own boobies feel. . . weird.”  She licked her lips.  “Ohh fucking. . . yesss.”