By midnight Harley was righteously drunk in a way she hadn't been since a much earlier time. It was just her and her girls and everything was awesome.
"Another round Ted," called Marcie, and when Harley started to object the tall redhead went on, "we'll make it the last one."
"Gawd, but I doubt I can drive now," Harley groaned, "let alone after another shot and one of those amazing Ice Teas."
"Oh, you lost your driving privileges after the 3rd round pretty girl," said Carole directly. "We've got you covered there."
"Oh," Harley peeped.
"We'll make sure your safe girlfriend," Marcie said, leaning in, wrapping an arm around Harley and squeezing tight. "As a matter of fact, our ride should arrive about the time we finish these drinks I'm guessing."
And so they slammed another round of shots and finished off their drinks as a tiny brunette in the sexiest chauffer's uniform Harley had ever seen, stepped up and whispered in Carole's ear.
The brunette never made eye contact with Carole, but looked at Harley in an appreciative, even sensual way. It kind of creeped Harley out and before she could say something or even react Carole's hand shot out, grabbed the tiny girl by the chin and directed her face down.
"You know where your eyes belong girl," Carole said menacingly. "This will mean penance for you."
"Yes Ma'am," said Holly.
"She can't help herself," Marcie chimed in. "She's such a little bi-slut and let's face it, you're pretty damn hot in that skirt!"
Harley looked at herself, and then at Holly. Yeah, Harley new she was a slut but she didn't do girls. Just not something country girls from Dale Hollow did. Uh, uh, no way. But, it's still nice to be noticed.
"Lead on," said Carole and Holly walked toward the door as the three of them, arm-in-arm with Harley in the middle, walked behind.
Holly held the door and, after they passed through, sped round them to open up the door on the biggest, blackest limo that Harley had ever seen.
"Start the car Holly," Carole said, "then go back in and let Betty know that she's done for the night and we'll give her a ride home now too."
"Wow, that's very nice of you as her boss," Harley complimented her.
"Oh, we all ride home in the limo," Marcie explained. "It comes at 12:30pm, 2pm and 3:30pm, to catch the three shifts of girls getting off. The Bossman takes care of his staff. No one drinking and driving that way and everyone home safe and sound."
"That's really cool," said an awed Harley. The only favors she'd ever gotten from a boss were of a sexual nature. "And awfully kind of you to do the same for me."
"You're our friend," Carole said.
Just then the door opened and the cute, tiny Asian girl stepped in.
"Betty, please serve us up some champagne in the new flutes," Carole directed the little girl.
"Yes Ma'am," Betty acknowledged with a drawl as thick as Harley's own.
Harley giggled.
"What," Marcie questioned.
"I expected her to have some kind of Chinese accent or something and here she's a homegirl," answered Harley, still giggling.
"Oh, she's a sweet southern girl like yourself," Carole explained. "We like southerners. They give great service."
'Did she just lick her lips after saying service," Harley thought?
"Here we go," Carole said as Betty handed the tall flutes of champagne to all three of them. "To friendship!"
The three clinked their glasses and, as they moved to drink, Marcie said, "drink it all. In a toast to friendship you have to do that so the friendship lasts." And they all three downed their drink.
Marcie turned on some music as Holly got the limo rolling. It was more blues and Harley liked it. She had a warm, silky feeling all over. Her whole body started to feel tingly and sensitive. And believe it or not she was wishing she'd taken Ted up on his offer because she was starting to feel pretty horny.
"You doing okay there Blondie," asked Marcie.
"Oh, I'm fine," Harley answered huskily.
"I'll say," said Carole. "Looks like you must be feeling a little aroused."
"What," exclaimed Harley, "why do you say that!"
"Because you've been rubbing your tit for the last 3 miles and your nipples are a'poppin," Carole said hungrily.
That was when Harley noticed her right hand was rubbing her left breast, pinching the nipple hard every now and then.
Taking inventory, she looked for her left hand, which it turns out was gripped around the bottom of her skirt, slowly pulling it up.
'I'm drunk but I've never been so drunk that I didn't notice that I was playing with myself,' she thought.
"Oh my God what's got into me," she yelled! "What the hell!"
"Oh, it's nothing sweetie," spoke Marcie. "Just one of the effects of the chemical cocktail you ingested."
"Cocktail," she said in fright, looking at her glass.
"Yes, it's really quite amazing," continued Marcie. "You are experiencing effect number one, which is to make you incredibly horny and super sensitive. I'm afraid that's a permanent alteration in brain chemistry but we'll teach you how to manage it in public."
"Wha, wha, what the hell are you talking about," Harley shouted.
"Quiet," said Carole with a snarl. And Harley found that she no longer wanted to say anything.
"That's the second effect," said Carole. "You'll find yourself very suggestable for the next day or so. You'll essentially do whatever you're told. That'll fade over the next 24 to 36 hours, but by then we'll have programmed you with some permanent instructions that you won't be able to resist. You'll be a good little slut."
"You're gonna love the third effect," Marcie said in a sexy voice. "Your orgasms are about to become almost crippling. You'll cum so hard that you won't be able to stand when you do."
Carole picked it up, "You'll cum so hard and it will feel so good that you will literally do anything and anybody to cum. Men, women, or anything you are told by your masters or mistresses."
Marcie went on, "Your orgasms will be like electric current flowing through your pleasure centers, your muscles, your tits, your pussy, and even your ass. The orgasms from your ass will be like no other you've ever had."
They kept on like this for the longest time. Harley lost track and never even realized that she was bring programmed. Not even when they started on the final part of what they would later tell her was the "orgasm script."
"But, you can only cum when you hear your word," said Marcie and she whispered into Harley's ear and the world stopped.