Solitary decided we should pop back in and check on our poor advertising account executive for June's image!
As it turns out, she couldn't even make it through her entire pitch! The first half had been a precarious pee-dance that eventually caught the attention of one of the executives... After all, with her legs twisted together and a hand buried in her skirt, it was clear that this woman was only one sneeze away from pissing herself.
"Looks like you could use one of our products, eh?" he said with a chuckle. "Don't worry, we'll try not to take up too much of your time."
Oh... It didn't even occur to them that maybe they should let her go now, based on her dance routine. Or worse... they were so cold as to expect a fully-grown woman to just ignore her dire emergency until the allotted meeting had concluded.
And apparently the proceeding discussion where they swapped stories of when they needed the bathroom at inopportune times was a necessary point of discussion for the proceeding fifteen minutes! Despite this, she might have had a chance of at least making it out the door with her panties intact... had it not been for one critical blunder:
"O-okay--- Any questions?" Oh fuck. They definitely had questions after her ineffective explanation of the advertising campaign! She answered two before she sprinted over to the ficus in the corner, tugged her skirt aside, and unleashed the most ferocious torrent of urine she'd ever seen --- through her panties.
They were probably saying something. Or maybe nothing. But her mind had shut down with the sheer bliss of finally doing what needed to happen. In fact, the only errant thought that came to her mind was a question of whether-or-not the foam under the fake moss would actually be able to absorb her pee. Hmmm... Clever, eh?
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