Plush Lushes

My girlfriend has been behind on her housework lately, so I’ve decided to make it a little game for her!

Step 1. As soon as she wakes up she has to dress up in a slutty little maid outfit, and she must finish the mystery drink I’ve prepared for her.

Step 2. For every chore she completes she earns one shot.

Step 3. For every hour that passes she has to finish one drink of my choosing.

You tried all your usual tricks, a massage after work, a glass of wine with dinner, but she wasn’t responding to any of it, so you decided to try something new. Since the new year she’s been really trying to drink more water. She has a Stanley cup and she fills it up from the fridge spigot during breaks, so her cup is always full for her to sip on during the work day.

While she’s in one of her long meetings you adjust the supply lines in the fridge, to make things a little more fun. Not enough that she could taste anything, but hopefully enough to make her days a little easier.

She comes and fills her cup up not long after you make the switch, and you do your best to keep your smile to yourself. She’s tense and frowning to herself, barely smiles at you when you say hi, acknowledging you with a short nod. You busy yourself around the house, working on some projects, and when she emerges from her office next she smiles at you. She seems more relaxed, but she hasn’t had enough yet to feel anything really. You give her a kiss, and when she goes back into her office you make another adjustment, increasing the ratio.

She joins you for lunch later, and she definitely seems more relaxed now. She’s fills her cup again, and you slide the plate over, you’ve made sandwiches for both of you. She’s able to talk and laugh with you over your meal, which hasn’t happened in weeks. By the time you’ve finished lunch she’s finished another cup, and fills it again. She giggles when you pull her close to kiss her, swatting you away, and retreating to her office.

You have to run some errands after lunch, so you’re out of the house for a few hours. You come home a little late, with takeout for dinner. You’re delighted to find out that she’s logged off on time for once, her office is closed, and she’s in the living room, holding a glass of wine in one hand, her trusty Stanley cup in the other. She beams beautifully at you, calling your name as you walk through the door. “Hii baby!” She slurs slightly, “I hope you don’t mind I started without you!”

Someone so adequate, so intelligent and polite, sharp witted and properly dressed, refusing a drink a couple times before accepting the first one, unaware theyre gonna be losing face in just a few hours.

sipping slowly before being asked if they dislike the drink, and speeding up to not be impolite, getting a refill without asking. Ending up in a high social pressure type situation, where theyll continuosly get cheered, so they have to take a sip, theyre given another type of drink to try so they have to try that.

A couple drinks in theyre shirt is unbuttoned or disheveled, their hair a little messy, face flushed and eyes heavy lidded, lips red and wet from booze. Slur that theyre desperately trying to keep at bay getting stronger and stronger. They excuse themselves to the bathroom and walk a little too fast and unsteady, a slight stumble.

They return to a glass full yet again, this time not protesting and taking a deep drink, the afternoon progresses and they let out an unexpected hiccup, their clothes in dissarray, face red, eyes glassy, belly bloated and round from being full of alcohol, bouncing with every hiccup. They dumbly giggle as they hiccup into their drink. They can no longer say no to any drink, slumped in their seat, dumb drunk grin permanently on their face, everytime they try to get to the bathroom they stagger more and more, starting to bump into the walls. They can barely speak a straight sentence, speaking too loud, hiccuping, laughing too much, swaying hard while sitting, all dignity out of the window.