ravenlord365 34 Posted June 26 Share Posted June 26 Because it was mentioned that she is missing common sense A. LilyBgirl 1 Link to comment
LilyBgirl 624 Posted June 26 Author Share Posted June 26 Option C - Lauren gained the trait: illogical Lauren decided she could get her sister, Grace, some drinks from the bar, 'encouraging' her to take a trip to the bathroom. She could see people stood at the poolside bar so there was no way that she could get lost finding her way there. Even with her lame sense of direction. From the bar, she could buy Grace a couple of cocktails and hold herself until her sister needed the elusive toilet. It was a flawless plan. Springing to her feet with renewed vigour, Lauren realised how much she already needed to pee. "Ow, ow, ow" she cursed as the urine inside her splashed up and down. It was a good job she had a strong bladder. One of her rare gifts, as well as her fluency in Spanish. "Where are you going?" Grace asked without budging from the her position, lay on her stomach. Lauren had regained her composure. Her head stuck proudly upwards in spite of her inability to find a toilet even in her 20s. Her golden legs sparkled in the intense summer heat. "I'm going getting you some drinks, sis" She was already strutting towards the bar when Grace made a dismissive, animalistic "hmmf" sound. Arriving at the bar, Lauren stood mutely waiting to be served. She would have been better served trying to signal the attention of the overworked waiter like others were doing but instead, she stood patiently, her bladder filling more and more in the meantime. Eventually, there was a lull in action at the bar and the handsome waiter, with slicked back brown hair, took her order. "Can I get you anything, mam?" He said in English with a heavy Spanish accent. Lauren decided to impress. "Can I have two mango passionfruit vodka cocktails". She used her finest Spanish accent. When on holiday, it never failed to impress the locals. "Si, Si". It had worked. The waiter raised his eyebrows flirtatiously yet suitable surprised by her unexpected proficiency in the local dialect. "Two cocktails coming right up". The bronze waiter worked diligently and, when he handed her the drinks, he also handed her a piece of paper with a phone number scribbled onto it. Great, she thought. The place must offer a poolside service via text. "Thank you!" She said oblivious to the man's advances. "You're welcome". The waiter winked at her. "Oh and one more thing, mam. Would you like one of our new cocktails. It's on the house." Lauren didn't know what 'on the house' meant. What good was a drink if it was in such a high place? But she felt bad rejecting the hunk at the bar and so, she went back to poolside balancing three tantalising cocktails in her hands. She placed the mango and passionfruit cocktails next to Grace. "Here. Drink up quickly or else they'll go warm." "Thanks" her sister muttered as Lauren greedily started slurping her special cocktail. Grace looked at her sister curiously. "I thought you were desperate for a wee? Did you find the toilet?" "No, I'm still bursting to go" Lauren said, grabbing her crotch and srunching her face by way of protest. Rolling onto her back, Grace was now enjoying her own cocktail. She was eying Lauren suspiciously, an unreadable expression on her face. "Well, you better not piss yourself like a little girl". She loved to tease her sister. Perhaps it was the old sibling rivalry they had always shared. But she feared this time it would be in jest. Lauren had a huge bladder, despite her tiny brain. Even so, everybody has their limits and it didn't look like Lauren would pluck up the courage to go looking for a toilet on her own. "I wouldn't have to if you would just show me where the toilet is" Lauren replied. Idiotically, she had almost finished her cocktail. It would do her bladder no favours but she wasn't one for thinking about the future. Squirming and contorting her legs, Lauren sat wondering how long she could hold with the dull ache in her abdomen becoming increasingly painful. But she refused to wet herself. She kept holding herself. Eventually, Grace couldn't take it anymore and let out a long, exasperated 'Ahhh'. "I've got to piss so bad" she admitted. "I don't know how you hold it, Lauren. You've drank way more than me yet I'm about to burst." "It was my plan all along to get you to show me where the toilets were." Lauren smiled triumphantly unaware how her illogical plan had been bailed out by her impressive bladder. Admitting defeat, Grace rose to her feet. "Fine, come on". She started walking in the direction of the bar. "I'll show you where the toilets are. Pay close attention this time." "Why are you walking that way?" Lauren asked confused. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, Grace turned back to her sister. "I told you earlier. The toilets are this way." "Oh..." The girls had just passed the bar. They were both holding themselves now, reluctant to keep their legs too far apart. It was clear to an onlooker that they were both bursting to pee. They were so close to the toilets now. They were in view. Even Lauren couldn't get lost from here. As they were about to make their final dash, the girls heard a faint cry from behind a villa just off to their left. "Help..." And again, faintly. "Help..." "What's that?" Grace asked rhetorically. "I think it's somebody shouting for help". Lauren looked oddly satisfied. "Well, I know that!" Grace shook her head in disbelief. "I mean, what could've happened?" "We'd better go and have a look, hadn't we? Somebody might be hurt." Grace nodded but had one hand on her crotch, subtly bouncing up and down on the tips of her toes. "Can you stop saying 'we(e)" she cursed. "But yes, we better check. It better not take long or else I'm seriously gonna wet myself." "Me too" Lauren agreed, mirroring her sister's exotic pee dance. But she was uncharacteristically determined not to leak into her new blue bikini. Who is crying for help? A) It is a false alarm B) A group of kids C) An injured woman LifeIsStrange and Kei 2 Link to comment
Seifer69 757 Posted June 26 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted June 26 Option C LilyBgirl 1 Link to comment
Jar351 14 Posted June 26 Share Posted June 26 Option C given her illgical nature and who knows that woman could also be desperate? Maybe it could be a group pee together that conquers the afternoon Link to comment
LilyBgirl 624 Posted June 28 Author Share Posted June 28 Option 3 - Lauren gained the trait: compassionate The girls carefully crept behind the villa, through thick grass and weeds. The grass tickled their legs and Lauren almost lost a flip flop. "Let's just see who needs help then move on, I'm bursting for a wee." Grace moaned, fighting the urge to relieve herself now that nobody could possibly see them. "I'm right behind you on that one". Lauren had been holding for much longer than Grace but her big bladder was still managing to survive. As they reached the rear side of the dilapidated villa, the girls saw a stricken woman sat on the ground, clutching her leg. With a paucity of information available to them, they deduced that the woman must have tripped and fell. Her baggy jeans were full of dirt and she seemed to have a graze on leg. The woman looked at them with soft, youthful features yet her thick, greasy hair fell lifelessly at her shoulders. Grace approached the woman like a nurse checking on their patient. "Can you walk?" She took a closer look at the stinging leg wound. "My sister and I are desperate for a wee so if you could make it to the toilets with us, we can see to it that you get help." The more Grace looked at the wound, the more something seemed amiss. It almost seemed... artificial. Oblivious to any duplicity, Lauren stepped closer to the, so far, laconic woman. "Lauren, stay back..." Grace shouted. The woman sprang to her feet, a knife suddenly appearing from the back of her jeans. Quickly and unapologetically, she seized Grace with surprising strength and held the sharp blade to her neck. "Is that the knife that cut your leg?" Lauren asked dumbfounded. Grace spoke through short, panicked breaths. "No, you... idiot... it's... a robbery." The crazy woman touched Grace's neck with the cold, deadly knife. "Give me everything you have.' Lauren suddenly grasped the urgency of the situation. "Oh my god". Her eyes widened like fried eggs. "What do you mean? We don't have anything with us." The woman stroked the side of Grace's neck as a warning. Not severe enough to draw blood but enough to cause a minor scratch. "Your rings" she said, pointing at the jewelry on the girls' fingers. "Give me your... Grace, who had been squirming around, gasped. "I... I can't hold" The woman looked at her victim's empty hands, her face painted with uncertainty. "What do you mean you can't hold it?" "I'm wetting myself". Piss cascaded through Grace's skimpy black bikini. It splashed onto the ground, it soaked her feet, and it soaked the woman's light blue jeans behind her, giving the impression that she, herself, had had an accident. "Eurghh, you're pissing on me" she shrieked, forgetting about her death-hold on the young tourist. Grace seized her moment. "Run!" She shouted, urine still trickling down her legs. "Run where?" Lauren looked around, confused. "Just run!" "Noted." The girls sprinted as fast as their flip-flops allowed. Where do they run? A) They run back towards the pool & escape B) They run into the toilet & their fate is undecided C) They run towards the villas & Lauren is captured Heloctre, LifeIsStrange, Kei and 1 other 4 Link to comment
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