I Think my Boss Needs to Pee

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A/N: Some of these tags relate to part 2. This is my first story or this site so any feedback you might have on story improvements is not only welcome, but encouraged. 

Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Today was the biggest day of her young carrier, and she’d be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm.

Still in the dark she stood up, mainly guided by instinct, as she shuffled towards the wall and felt around for the light switch. 4:30 felt like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an  opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm.

Opening the toilet lid and then quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy.

Mary-Ann yawned and started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. The last three years had been a total whirlwind. She had always thought her greatest asset was her ability to connect with people, but it had taken her until 24 to figure just how to use it.  She had drifted between office jobs and secretarial roles, from barista to bartending, but she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now at 27, was one of the top in the nation. 

As her stream died down, she sat and dripped for a moment as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year.  However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly and the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, they called her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants’ lives.

Mary-Ann wiped, flushed and stepped into the shower. As she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, she mentally prepared for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company- and maybe even a bank in the future, she saw the pearl of her life before her. The 10- and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. It was more paperwork and disclosures and NDAs from her current company than anything else, all of the fun aspects of building a business had already been settled.

She stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5’ 10” frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a grey pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left.  

The twenty-minute car ride was pleasant on the empty roads, the silhouettes of suburban homes and communities intermingled with the treetops as the morning fog rolled over the road. When Mary-Ann arrived at the gym, the six-o clock crowd had just started to trickle in. A few of the regulars smiled warmly at her and she gave a friendly smile back.

Over the first half hour she jogged to warm up, lifted to tone her arms, and squatted to keep her butt as firm and attractive as it was. But during this exertion she finished her water bottle and filled it again. The rest of her workout tested her hip flexors and traps. Looking good took effort, to the tune of another entire water bottle.

When she had finished, the morning sun had invaded the windows of the expansive building and more and more people began to file in. Mary-Ann took this opportunity to use the ladies shower while most other women were just starting their workout. She didn’t take long, another fifteen minutes, maybe, to wash the sweat off her body. What took her a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. New white panties now covered her loins, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A longer professional skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun.

She was Mary-Ann Adimari; ass kicker.

She read her watch; it just after seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. Not only was it owned by her first ever clients, but it was on the way to her office as well. Another thirty minutes through much heavier traffic and she was there.

The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled and all that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately.

Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, and her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann much taller than she actually was. Their blue eyes met and despite the mask that Hanna was wearing, her smile shown through her eyes.

“Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way”.

Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl.

“Aw, thank you! Yeah, I’ll have the usual. Had your coffee today?” Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful.

“Just been standing a while.”

Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann’s order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine’s table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn’t help but worry. As the cappuccino machine’s noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She pulled her mask away from her face to talk over the end of the machine’s cycle

“Uh…yeah. I’m doing ok” Hanna pulled the mask back and crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann’s order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann’s order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she pulled her mask forward again to whisper.

“I’m really sorry but we’re a little understaffed right now; and I really…really need to pee.” As she got to the second “really” she bent her knees down again.

As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter.

“I can wait a moment if you need to run- “

“No! No, if that’s all your getting, I’ll ring you out” Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly, and slapped her mask back into place.

Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn’t much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, as there was a lull in customers

“H-have a nice... day” Hanna weakly called to her.

Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car.

The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn’t leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect and the cappuccino wasn’t helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her secretary Karenna.

“Hey boss, rooms ready for briefing.” Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips.

As prompt as she was resourceful, Mary-Ann wished the 23-year-old didn’t remind her so much of herself right now. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn’t be able to stop by their single person bathroom.  Mary-Ann hoped she would have time to relieve herself before her nine o’clock meeting.

Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey pinstripe suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. She had gotten in later than she had wanted and hadn’t yet emptied her morning bladder, which was starting to become an issue. But the 45-minuet meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn’t faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and a few desperate minuets weren’t worth interrupting such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. The current active underwriting client’s spreadsheet appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself.

“Where do we stand on these?” Mary-Ann started

“Jones and Richardson both are looking like they’ll get underwritten today. I think we’ll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork.” As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other.

The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job, they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her hairless pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence

“I can make that...mmhf…call today”

Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could potentially delay Mary-Ann, and making her late would be disrespectful to her boss. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn’t notice her situation. She hated the idea of others knowing her needs.

Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the situation her protégé was in.

The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann’s right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth, Karenna thought

Do we seriously both need to piss right now?

Mary-Ann hadn’t responded to Karenna’s statement yet, and seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up

“Your thoughts?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?”

Karenna wasn’t satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner, she would take it.

“I think that’s it for now, I’ll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up.”

“I -uh, alright” Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, and her vagina as tight and contracted as she could get it.

She threw her meeting notes over her desk and craned her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann’s office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann’s office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front her desk. She actually started to doubt that she was going to make it as she reached the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Pressing down on the handle and swinging the light door open in one motion, Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it, and when it finally let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties.

Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process what just happened and get her head back to her work.

Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. They were navy blue, and from her perspective, they were still unscathed. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief.

Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her bladder to her vagina. Karenna’s thoughts drifted back to work

I hope Mary-Ann was really just checking the time. If I just cut in front of her for a piss, and took one from her…

No. Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was checking the time and making sure she wasn’t late. This move was important for both of their careers, so obviously that would weigh on her mind.

I’ve seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day’s work. She’s sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee…there’s no way.

Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips.

It’s not like I didn’t just think that I’d be fine.

She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment.

There’s no way she needs to piss…right?

Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office.

A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall.  They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for zoom meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk.

Mary-Ann wasn’t paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to get desperate to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and vaginal walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn’t done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office.

As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, and hoped that she could just pay attention for an hour and a half.

Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. It was like a goody bag. Karenna never knew who would be on the other line.  For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked.  It was like her grandmother’s old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss.

From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn’t forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified.

Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself.

The front door swung open and Karenna immediately recognized her as one of their more recent clients. A jovial woman, with brown eyes, brown hair and a round face, she beamed a wide smile at Karenna.

“Hey! I just wanted to drop by and thank you guys for helping us out on the new place! We love it!”

She presented a small box wrapped neatly in a bow and put it on Karenna’s desk. She was the first client that Karenna had done most of the work for, and to see her so happy with the work that she would even drop by like this was nearly overwhelming for Karenna. She got up from her desk and gave Samantha a friendly hug.

“You guys! Thank you so much! What is it?”

“Well, my sister just opened a little store around the corner, and she makes gifts, so I thought I’d support her and show my gratitude to you guys.”

“Oh, it was nothing really, we get a few different applications every now and then, but you guys were super great with verifying all of that stuff.”

In reality, it was a nightmare case, Justin, Samantha’s husband, was in the middle of an audit and his income had suddenly spiked in the past year. This had raised a number of red flags. Despite the pleasant nature of both of them, it was a challenging first client.

“Is Mary-Ann here today?” Samantha asked innocently

“She is, but she’s in a meeting, I’ll be sure to let her know you stopped by though.”

“Thanks, she is such a badass. Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?”

“Not at all” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched the woman walk causally towards it.

Her mind went back to her adventure this morning, and now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot.

Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. With just under a half hour to go, Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, her attorney marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn’t picked anything up. She didn’t think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn’t tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really.

Sitting back down at her desk, Karenna waived Samantha good-bye as the woman headed for the door, and began to work again. A couple of emails had come through, but nothing of any major urgency. Soon the phone rang, and this time, it was Mary-Ann’s property manager, Donovan.

“Hey Karenna, we’ve got a bit of a situation over here at the Addison Street place, could you patch me though to Mary-Ann?”

“She’s in a meeting, can I take a message?”

“It’s really more important that I speak to her.”

While Karenna was speaking with Donovan, Mary-Ann was seriously considering peeing in one of her wet bar cups. She was sure they couldn’t handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spirt of pee into her white panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn’t stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She spirted again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told her attorney to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed vaginal walls. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it.

“Karenna?” Mary-Ann’s voice was picked up by the landline’s local connection

“Yes?”

“We’re done here. It went through. I think we’re even taking you with us.” Mary-Ann started dribbling into her panties again

“What do you mean you think?”

“Just have to check with Sarah” Mary-Ann was too busy trying not to pee herself when Karenna’s future was discussed. Sarah would know though, that’s what attorneys are for.

“…alright. By the way, Donovan called. The A/C is out at your complex. I have him on hold, should I send him on over?”

Mary-Ann’s brief hope was dashed. The middle of the summer, and the A/C just went out. She wasn’t sure how long this would take, but she was almost sure it would take her relief away as a constant leak into her panties had begun.  She could delay this call and attempt to run in heels like a mad woman through her office, and maybe make it. But her property wasn’t Donovan’s only managed one. If she didn’t take this called get this ordered today, her tenants could be without A/C for a week or even longer.

“oh..yeah..that’s ok” it was a chance she had to take.

In a moment her connection to Karenna was switched and she could hear to dial tone of a connecting call. But with the phone on a cord, her use of her alcohol glasses was out of the question. She attempted to stand in order to re-adjust herself, but she just lost another spirt, this one making through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. Using her chin and shoulder to hold the receiver in place, and shoving her hands into her crotch again, Mary-Ann said answered the phone weakly.

“Ms. Mary-Ann! What’s going on?!” The friendly Donovan answered.

“I heard the A/C was out” Was all Mary-Ann could muster

“Yeah, I could repair the thing for less, but I have no guarantee…” He was talking but Mary-Ann could no longer listen, as she stood, now holding the phone with her right hand, and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. It was lost, and Mary-Ann knew it. Not caring how she sounded, she told her kind property manager:

“Just replace it. Order it, don’t worry about cost. I’m busy, I got to go.” And hung up her the phone.

She was going in her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all she could hear was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. After a few moments, she looked down again, and what she was doing hit her. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. In reaction to this she cut off the flow and jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm.

The pain of stopping her flow was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing, and in revolt, she started leaking again. But Mary-Ann’s body had gone too far and was tired to bend to her will anymore and the leak started to become more forceful in her hand. She realized that now, all she wanted was relief. Dropping her remaining pretenses, she squatted by her desk.

Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. She had neglected to move her skirt, and once her urine had wet through her pantyhose, it started to spread across her butt and soaked through her skirt. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn’t care about the rug she was soiling. She didn’t even care that Karenna might be able to hear the hiss of her urine rushing though her tired vagina. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann rolled forward onto her knees and pushed the rest of her pee out, and along with whatever had collected in her skirt, she continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure.

She wanted to scream in relief. She was peeing the rest of her bladder’s contents out in an extreme jet of pee and the pleasure was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever, and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stop for the most part, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down her thighs. As Mary-Ann knelt she briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal.

But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had just ignored a serious issue with one of her rentals, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. This wouldn’t be easy to explain away. And then there was Karenna. Mary-Ann couldn’t leave her office while she was there. Mary-Ann was her boss who had obviously just peed herself and she couldn’t even begin to imagine the social implications and the loss of her credibility if Karenna found her out. She at least had her gym clothes to change into, but they were in her car. She’d have to pass Karenna’s desk if she was going to get to them.

In her assessment of the situation, Mary-Ann felt that it was important that Karenna didn’t find out first. She quickly hatched and idea. She stood up quickly and called Karenna’s line

“Hey Karenna, I’m a little behind right now, I’m going to work though lunch. Could you hold my calls?”

“Sure thing”

“Oh, and what time were you planning on leaving today?”

“Uh, why?”

“I need to know what my schedule looks like today”

“Five”

That was how long Mary-Ann had to lock herself in her office, and how long she could try and deal with the massive dark stain that had formed right next to her desk. She had no towels or real way of drying it. She could pour alcohol on it and claim that a bottle broke. But she couldn’t actually break the bottle or Karenna would hear it. On the other hand, the lack of glass would make it a weak excuse. She decided to just leave it for now and have the rug steam cleaned by a national company. She could bear it if workers that she’d never know or meet again in life questioned why this stain smelled like pee, after all, she didn’t have answer them.

Mary-Ann moved to sit back down in her office chair. As she made this motion, she felt her heels squish. She looked down, and could see where trails of pee had soaked her pantyhose all the way down into her heels. She bent down and struggled to slip them off. Disappointed and disgusted with herself she poured a pool of urine out of each heel, and added the dark stain on the rug that she had already made. Leaving her wet and probably ruined heels off, she sat back down in her office chair. It was wet from sweat and the strain of holding back her eventual defeat. Her skirt was wet as well. The best that Mary-Ann could do was hike it up and sit in her clammy chair, bested by her own body. She could feel her wet panties sticking to her genitals. Shame had finally been able to take hold, and she hid her face behind her hands.

Karenna was wrong. Mary-Ann had been out of her meeting for almost an hour now, and when Karenna didn’t see her emerge from her office, she knew that her assumptions about this morning’s meeting were wrong. She felt better about the entire situation, that she hadn’t put her boss in a bad spot and that her own struggle was just that. Her own. She reached underneath her desk and pulled out her lunch container. She might be just an amateur cook, but Karenna was going to eat good while she could.

As she worked on her lunch and work at the same time, she felt her bladder call out to her for the second time that day. Her occasional trips to the water cooler were catching up with her already irritated bladder. Despite its warning that she should relieve herself, she also started the soda that she had packed with her lunch. A few important emails had come through while she ate and drank. As she replied to the sales leads and searched her computer for related files, her bladder again gave her a signal that it would not be treated the same way it was this morning. Not wanting to squirm and dance in her chair again either, Karenna got up from her desk to relieve herself. Just as she did so, a call came through. She frowned. She hesitated for a moment as she considered letting the call go to her inbox so she could take a piss. However the primitive caller ID read:

Darzi, Sarah

Damn, she needed to take this. As she answered the phone, she stood in front of her desk and swayed her hips a bit.

“Karenna, is Mary-Ann available? It’s very important.”

“Sorry, she’s asked me to hold her calls this afternoon. I can take a message.”

“I need to review some of the decisions she made today, with her. Are you sure you can’t get us in touch?”

Karenna was squeezing her thighs together. She hated that she was desperate to piss again.

“Let me see if she’ll make an exception for you. I also have a question for you. She wasn’t specific when I asked her if I was included in the move to her new company.”

“Sorry Karenna, I can’t discuss that right now.”

Karenna muttered to herself, her job status was in limbo, and she couldn’t get a straight answer. As she bounced her knees together, she put Sarah on hold and called Mary-Ann’s direct line.

“Boss, Sarah’s on the line. She wants to discuss some of the decisions you made today.”

Mary-Ann groaned. She knew she had messed something up. But what was she going to tell Sarah?

Hey, sorry I messed up six months of planning, I was busy peeing my pants.

Knowing she wasn’t in the right mindset, she told Karenna to set a time next week with Sarah to recap her apparent mistakes.  

It wasn’t the answer Karenna was looking for. She was hoping Mary-Ann would have taken the call so that she could go piss, but she set another time with Sarah. Bobbing her knees the entire time, in full view of the glass front door. When she hung up the phone, Karenna swiftly walked towards the bathroom.

Paying attention to her belt, Karenna was sure to carefully remove it and pulled her grey suit pants and blue panties down. After lifting the toilet lid, she squatted over the bowl and began spraying her warm piss into the toilet bowl. She enjoyed feeling the pressure evaporate from her bladder as the hiss and sputter of her strong stream echoed against the water.  Her jetting stream was nothing when compared to her effort in the morning, lasting a much shorter time before it slowed down and eventually stopped. Karenna contracted her bladder muscle again.  Still, just a few drops slipped through her pink insides and fell into the toilet. She wiped, flushed, and pulled her suit pants and panties back over herself. She adjusted herself in the mirror and fixed her hair. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that Mary-Ann could wait all this time. Nonetheless, she washed her hands, and felt ready to attack the rest of her day.

Mary-Ann couldn’t tell if her soiled clothes were starting to dry or if she had just gotten used to the wetness down her legs and her clammy underwear sticking to her crotch. She sat at her computer, her legs spread wide to attempt to help dry the evidence of her accident. She had thought about peeling off her pantyhose and panties, but the question of hiding them for later and the vulnerable feeling of being naked in public was a bridge she didn’t want to cross. She attempted to work to drown out her own thoughts. It wasn’t the potential embarrassment that frightened her. She wanted to touch herself. She didn’t care why she felt that way, she didn’t want to think about it. Mary-Ann also began to feel the urge to pee again. For a moment she wanted to do it again. Just let go. Stand over her stained rug and feel that rush again. No. She attempted to bury the thought. She was not an animal. She wouldn’t give in to herself again. She needed a greater distraction.

Mary-Ann decided to call Donovan back. She dialed his number and asked him to recap what the issue was this morning and apologized for acting so rushed. She omitted why.

“Thanks for getting back to me Mary-Ann. Did Karenna tell you?”

“What?”

“The new unit is on back order, I can’t get one for about three weeks, but I could try and repair this unit in the meantime”

“Sure that’s fine, just sign for it and I’ll reimburse you.”

“Well, that’s the problem, the company won’t deliver the part I need without your signature, because you own the property. I need you here on site.”

Mary-Ann’s heart sank.

“What time?”

“I can only be here for a little while”

“Are you sure there’s no way you can take care of this?”

“Sorry, it’s out of my hands”

“..I know… and we need that part. Damn. Alright, I’ll head over there.”

The two exchanged pleasantries and hung up.

Mary-Ann’s fears compounded on themselves. She felt light headed. All she had left to hide her very obvious accident was luck. And now how was she supposed to change? If she got lucky and got by Karenna the first time, walking back in with her gym clothes certainly wouldn’t be an option. Mary-Ann decided to deal with that once she was on the road. First, she had to come up with a way to try and be stealthy about her exit. Or at the very least, professional. Maybe if she walked fast enough, Karenna wouldn’t notice a thing. Her skirt was black, but there was an obvious stain on her butt from crouching down and wetting through it. From the front her pantyhose had dark streaks running the length of her legs. She would have to move fast and rely on her skirts dark color.

She called Karenna to let her know that she was needed at her rental and wouldn’t be back at the office.

Karenna had hit the wall, it was that time of the afternoon in which everything slowed. With much of her work done for the day, she turned her attention to study. If she was going to dominate the mortgage industry like her boss, she should be asking questions. No sooner had this thought entered her mind than she heard the click of Mary-Ann’s office door.

Mary-Ann’s throat was dry as she started her to walk by Karenna. She walked swiftly out of her office and towards the door. Hoping against hope that this would work. She passed Karenna, and when she didn’t say anything, Mary-Ann thought she might just get away with it. She was halfway to the door, and just passed Karenna’s desk.

Karenna looked up, and began to ask Mary-Ann a question. She saw a stain on the back of her skirt as she walked by. She had to let her know before she went out. She must have sat on something. But what on earth could have made a stain that big? Karenna put two and two together.

“Hey boss, did you.. um…did, you pee your pants?”

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1 minute ago, PeeHour said:

Great story! I love how she just "gave in" to the accident and even pushed more out herself... 

And she seems to have enjoyed it giving her "urges." 

Perhaps this was an awakening of sorts and she may eventually initiate another "accident" purposefully? Either way, I'm looking forward to what's to come!

The story might be meandering that way. Part 2 will feature more pee scenes and some unplanned desperation. Mary-Ann might find something out about herself too

[buddy 107]

Awesome story. Like the setup and her attempt to compose herself. Thank you and please more like that!

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*A/N: Based on collected feedback, I've decided to cut down this chapter into 3 parts. The next will be released Saturday 10/9/2021. While this chapter contains exclusively pee content with no wetting, it will be the only chapter thus far to do so. Unless that's the kind of content you all want.  Continued feedback is welcome and encouraged, I hope this new format is easier to read. 

PART 2.1: A New Beginning

Mary-Ann wanted to cry.  Her checks burned with embarrassment. She wanted to address Karenna but she couldn’t find the words. She turned to her protégé and could only muster a weak tone of voice

“I..I…I’m sorry…” That was all she could utter

Karenna’s mouth was agape in shock, attempting to stay modest, she covered it with her hand. The palatable tension and shock didn’t help Mary-Ann as she felt her eyes start to well up with tears. She tried to cool her burning cheeks with a quick fan of her left hand. In a defeated voice, she tried to gain some control of the situation.

“I was dying this morning and…the meeting was so long…” her voice trailed off again. Rather than taking the conversation back into her court, it only served to deepen her embarrassment. It was Karenna’s turn to speak.

“Can you change? You can’t go out like that”

“Yeah, my gym clothes, I can wear them from this morning. Mary-Ann paused “I was about to go get them”

Karenna nodded, attempting to cut through the awkwardness of the situation. Maybe she should try a joke. Before she could say anything, Mary-Ann turned slowly back towards the doors and walked towards her car.

As she started to stifle her tears, Mary-Ann hurried as quickly to her car as her heels would let her, their dampness causing her feet to slide more than they normally would. She opened the back door of her SUV and started rifling through her gym clothes, collecting her workout undergarments and shoes as well. There was no one around, and as her bladder had refilled from her disaster, she felt the urge to pee again. Though not nearly as bad as before, she still had an uncomfortable thought flow into her mind.

Pee here. No one can see you. Your clothes are already ruined, what does it matter? Let go. Through your panties again.

She physically shook her head, as if trying to free herself from her own mind for a moment. She reached to the glove box in the front seat, a stretch from where she was standing, and grabbed her makeup kit from the compartment. She hustled back to her office, She could see Karenna still looking at her from her desk through the glass. As Mary-Ann reentered the building and turned toward the bathroom Karenna tried to lighten the mood.

“Bathrooms that way” She grinned a bold grin.

It didn’t help, Mary-Ann put her head down in shame and felt her face glow in embarrassment again. Upon entering the bathroom, she took off her heels and attempted to peel off her ruined pantyhose. They stuck to her legs. Her urine had acted like an adhesive, and Mary-Ann struggled to peel them off at first. Once she finally rolled them down, they fell onto the tiled floor with a heavy slap. Her white panties were stained with her pee and had become nearly see through. She scratched at her thighs and walked to the toilet, leaving on her panties. Another thought entered her mind.

Pee them.

This time Mary-Ann put up less resistance as she sat down on the toilet. She observed her soiled panties and pulled them closer to herself, wedging the wet fabric through her vagina lips. She felt as shiver go up her spine and for the first time in her life, attempted to pee through her panties. She relaxed and expected to feel the same warm sensation she had just experienced a few hours ago. Nothing. She closed her eyes and attempted again to relax. Nothing still. She had to pee, but still, nothing. She tried a third time, but this time she let go of her panties and pushed. She visualized pushing her bladder beyond her mental barrier and this time felt a rush through her urethra towards her pee hole. Then it stopped. It was as if she could feel her pee right at her opening, waiting to get out. But she couldn’t. Or so she thought. A quick warm spurt rewet the fabric of her panties. But it stopped. Before any urine even hit the toilet water, Mary-Ann tensed up again. Then it hit her. She was sitting in her office, attempting to pee her panties for the second time that day. Sanity kicked in again as well as a wave of desperation and she pulled her wet panties to the side, her pee jetting out this time and splashing into the bowl with incredible force.

As she held the fabric to the side, she felt drops of pee splashing against her fingers. She almost felt like putting her panties back on now that her urine was freely flowing. As her stream began to dwindle, and arc back towards her opening, she removed her hand and let her panties slide back towards her small flow. Feeling as though she only had a little left she pulled her panties back over herself. Again that warm sensation pooled around her nethers and this time, a few drops made their way through the tired fabric and into the bowl. She stood up and wiped her tights down with toilet paper, but instead of wiping herself, she simply slipped off her panties.

They too hit the floor with unusual weight, and reminded Mary-Ann of her accident. Bunching her panties and pantyhose back into a tight ball, she threw them in the corner and removed her work clothes. Seeing her nude body in the mirror, she almost felt like masturbating. She didn’t, but she knew she was horny. As she grabbed her gym clothes she saw her wet panties again and felt ashamed. Perhaps her arousal was just to cover her predicament, but either way, she still had to get back out there. She slipped her pink panties on, along with her grey spandex and white tank top. She fixed her makeup and threw her hair back into a ponytail. She almost felt like herself again. But then she picked up the ball of undergarments that she had uncontrollably wet herself in. Now that she held them, they smelled like pee. She tried to hide them by wrapping her blouse and skirt around them. She didn’t care if these got wet, they were going to the cleaners.

When Mary-Ann stepped back into the hall, she could see that they had a visitor. Tyler, a real estate agent was in the middle of a conversation with Karenna. Thinking quickly, Mary-Ann hid her ball of work clothes behind her back and walked closer to the wall. She hoped that Karenna would think quick enough to distract Tyler and that Mary-Ann could sneak by unnoticed. Too late, as soon as Tyler turned, he saw Mary-Ann.

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I love the business setting and the dynamic between the women. Pencil skirt wettings are always fun. However, I have to post this or it will haunt me:

The vulva is the boat. The vagina and the urethral opening are separate floor drains inside the boat. The same pelvic floor muscles support the bladder and the vagina internally, but they are ultimately separate structures.

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14 hours ago, notthewees said:

I love the business setting and the dynamic between the women. Pencil skirt wettings are always fun. However, I have to post this or it will haunt me:

The vulva is the boat. The vagina and the urethral opening are separate floor drains inside the boat. The same pelvic floor muscles support the bladder and the vagina internally, but they are ultimately separate structures.

So I’ve had this backwards my whole life…imagine that, the public school system failing basic sex ed.

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Part 2.2: Through Thick and Thin; and with Plenty of Disinfectant

*A/N: While it takes a bit to get to the interesting bits, I wanted for focus on character development here. The way that I wrote this was as if Mary-Ann's accident was like a bob going off, there the fallout from it, and all of the things that can come from this event. Let me know if I actually achieve some solid character development here. I know Karenna might seem a little too loyal right now, but it will payoff in the coming chapters. The final part for Chapter 2 will be posted on Tuesday 10/12/2021

Smiling, Tyler extended his hand

“You got a present for me?” He was joking, but it didn’t take him a moment to figure out the Mary-Ann had something behind her back. She smiled back, trying to save face

“No, no. It’s for my building.” She lied

“Oh, I didn’t know you closed on that, congrats!”

“Thanks, yeah that was about eight months ago.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“What do you mean?”

“Isn’t that a gift? Are you having some sort of an event?”

“No, it’s not a gift. No event.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s...you know. A thing”

Tyler gave a confused look. “Is it something I’m not supposed to know about?”

“No, it’s just not important” Mary-Ann looked over to Karenna for assistance

“Tyler, you said you had some closings, and we’d be happy to accommodate a space for you.” Karenna leaned forward accentuating her breasts a little. “Why don’t I show you around?”

“Uh…yeah, sure. I’d like that”

“Mary-Ann, you’ve got to go, I know, I’ll see you later” Mary-Ann couldn’t be more thankful for Karenna’s resourcefulness and made sure to keep her wetted clothes behind her as she exited.

As Karenna rose from her desk, she walked Tyler towards the conference room that she and Mary-Ann had met in this morning. She subtlety swayed her hips in an attempt to accentuate her backside. As they walked into the conference room she gestured towards the size of the room. Karenna turned to face Tyler.

“I’m sure this will do just fine. You’re going to use me as your originator. She stepped closer to him “right?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. That sounds nice.” He smiled nervously

Karenna smiled flirtatiously back

“Well, get to it then”

As Tyler attempted to stammer something else, Karenna was happy at how quickly he melted. She walked him back to the front door, saw him out and sat back down at her desk. She had a text message waiting for her on her personal cell. It was Mary-Ann.

Thanks for the cover. Could you also make an appointment to get the carpet in my office cleaned? 🙈

Yeah no problem

Thanks! You’re the best. Don’t say anything about it please I’m so ashamed

Happens to the best of us

Before she turned onto the highway, Mary-Ann pulled her SUV into a gas station. She knew it looked odd to be dressed in workout clothes and have her expensive purse with her, but as she walked into the convenience store, she felt a little devilish knowing that of all the patrons, only she knew why her outfit didn’t match her purse. Aside from gas, she was hungry, hungry enough to order from the fast food counter. She debated with herself on getting the large water cup, but with how salty her meal was- plant based or not, she knew she needed it.

After paying for her food and gas, Mary-Ann began to fuel her car when she got a call from Karenna.

“Hey boss, the steam cleaner can’t get here until next week. Is the carpet going to be ok?”

“Um” Mary-Ann’s face blushed with embarrassment “No, probably not.”

“What should I do then? I can’t find another local place.”

“I’m not sure, I just know it can’t be good for it to sit like that.” Mary-Ann’s SUV was filled and she climb back inside the cabin.

“Did you ever have a pet or something? I mean...”

“What do you mean?” Mary-Ann felt a flash of anger

“I’m just saying I never did! I don’t know how to treat a rug like this.” Karenna wasn’t sure if she should apologize or feel miffed that her boss was angry at her for not knowing how to clean piss out of a carpet.

“Look, just ask the internet.” Mary-Ann felt herself getting hysterical as her embarrassment had turned itself into misplaced anger at Karenna. She attempted to apologize “I’m sorry, could you just figure it out yourself?” It sounded more forceful than she wanted.

Karenna was silent for a moment “Alright”

Mary-Ann thanked her and hung-up. Disgusted with how she just acted towards her protégé, she tried to block it out of her mind as she drove down the highway.

How to clean piss out of a rug

Karenna searched the question on her work computer, there was no way she was typing that phrase into her personal phone. She perused through a number of articles on dog and cat training, with the underlying ingredient appearing to be baking soda.

How to clean your boss’s piss out of her rug after she got mad at you for pissing herself

Karenna erased her next query before even hitting “enter”. She couldn’t help but type out her anger, if only for a moment. She refined her search

How to clean human piss out of a rug

She again found baking soda to be the most common answer, as well as another person suggesting Himalayan salt, but she still cobbled together a list.

Mary-Ann finished her lunch and was nearly done with her water cup as she barreled down the rural highway. Her silent driving was broken by a call back from Karenna.

“I think the best bet is going to be baking soda and disinfectant.”

“Ok.” Mary-Ann wasn’t sure why Karenna had called just to say that

“Should I put it on the business card?” Oh. That’s why she called

“They count as office supplies, sure.” There was a pause. “I’m not really angry with you. It’s just not something I’ve had to ask of you before. Or thought I ever would have to.” She swallowed in shame, hoping to drown her pride too. Karenna didn’t respond. Mary-Ann continued

“It’s just that I really had to go when I got in this morning. And we were so busy…” The silence weighed down on the conversation. Mary-Ann broke through the last of her pride.

“I really just couldn’t hold it anymore. It started coming out, and the only thing I could do was try not to get it on the chair. You’ve done nothing but help me through it, you’re gone above and beyond.” Mary-Ann started to feel an overwhelming scene of thankfulness for Karenna and started to tear up at the experience of her morning.

“Well, I still believe in you, boss. I’m shocked this happened, but I’ll give you this one.” Karenna tried another joke “I think we all get at least one free pass to piss ourselves in life, sometimes you just got to go.”

Mary-Ann chuckled at this one, it helped quell her emotions. “I guess I just used mine then.”

“I guess you did. Alright, let me get these things for you and I’ll be on my way.”

Mary-Ann finished her water cup and continued towards her rental property.

Karenna packed up her personal items from her desk and walked out the door, noting that all of the pee talk with her boss and her soda from lunch had begun to make a move on her own bladder. The general store near their office park was not that far away, and she knew she could wait until she got back to their office bathroom. She put her purse down in her passenger seat as she fell into her sedan. As she pulled out of the parking lot, she was surprised at the amount of traffic that was in the lane she needed to cross into. Instead she took the traffic lane in the opposite direction she needed to go, just to be able to get onto the road.

Taking an extra ten minutes just to find a suitable place to turn around had caused Karenna to change her plans. Even though she hated the idea, she was going to use the toilet at the store. After witnessing Mary-Ann’s ordeal, and being forced to clean it up, made her recontextualize her feelings around unfamiliar bathrooms. The store was just a few moments away, but the nearly standstill traffic had also caused Karenna to doubt she should fight it on the way back.

As Mary-Ann passed through the small downtown just outside her rental, she felt her bladder call out to her again. Normally she would have tried to wait until she got back to her own home, but today’s ordeal had shifted her behavior.  As she cut through the residential streets in this rural town, she finally pulled into the parking area for her small double duplexes. Both Donovan and the contractor for the air conditioning unit were already there. She would have to wait to use one of the duplex’s toilets.

A half an hour had passed and Karenna could finally see the sign for the discount store. With her need having grown in that time, she was happy to finally see relief in sight. Another five minutes passed before she could turn into the parking lot, still unaware of what caused the delay, she got out of her car and grabbed her purse.  She was happy that her need was not so great that she had to hold herself, but Karenna quickened her pace as she entered through the sliding doors.

As Mary-Ann stepped out of her vehicle, she was greeted by a number of small lawn signs stuck in the grass facing the road. Each one with a hashtag or website address that she was unfamiliar with. Donovan walked over an extended his hand to shake.

“Just in time, thanks for coming out so late.”

“What’s with this?” Mary-Ann gestured to the signs

“Someone must have put them in.”

“One of my tenants?”

“Not sure, haven’t asked. I could take ‘em out if you want.”

“Find out if its someone here first. If it is, I’ll talk with them. Otherwise, I’ll need you to take it to the city.”

“The city?”

“It’s illegal to put signs in someone else’s lawn. No idea what this one’s for but I don’t want it.”

Donovan studied the signs. He squinted to read the print.

“Oh. This is for that mechanic.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Yeah, he was working, and someone came up and shot him.” Donovan made a gun gesture with his finger.

“Bang. Yeah, everyone ‘round here is tore up about it. Nice guy. Or was.”

“I still don’t want a hashtag in my lawn.”

Donovan put his hands up to feign submission. “Alright. But you might get some resistance.”

Mary-Ann shrugged. Donovan led her to the man delivering the parts. She signed off on the delivery and paid for the part. As the man climb back into his van she turned to Donovan.

“You dragged me out here on a two hour drive for this?”

She followed him as he walked over to the malfunctioning air conditioning.

“Not my policy on the signature thing.” He opened a flap on the side of the unit and started to work on the issue.

“But if this was all you needed me for, couldn’t you have just sent the paper work over to me?”

“You don’t take faxes.”

Mary-Ann was beyond irritated “Because its 2021. You could have just scanned it and sent it in an email.”

“Then how would they know it was you?”

“Because I’d have a copy in my inbox.”

Donovan stopped working for a moment. “Oh yeah. Sorry, I was just trying to get this done today.”

Mary-Ann rolled her eyes. If Donovan wasn’t such a handy man he’d never have been hired. But an honest man was hard to find these days. Still, she now knew about the unwanted sign and could use it to ask for a bathroom. Her need had continued to grow as she had been standing outside.

Karenna held the box of baking soda close to her as she scanned the shelves for disinfectant. For the highest shelves she needed to stand on her toes to figure out what items they had. The constant standing and bending over had caused her bladder to expand and contract, increasing her need to the point where she actually considered using the store bathroom instead of waiting to get back to the office.

“Can I help you with anything?” A thin man in a monotone voice asked

“Could you tell me where the disinfectant is?”

“At the end of the isle. May I ask what brand you are considering purchasing?”

Karenna thought it was an odd question but she answered it anyway

“I don’t know, whichever one is cheapest.”

“I would advise you against that. It’s important to get one the actually works sometimes they don’t actually work they just smell nice they put a picture of lemon on some of the cheaper ones and they do not smell like lemon not that I have smelled a lemon but I still think these companies should be more accurate in what they sell but I guess you could not sell the scent that some of them have. Here I’ll show you them.”

As the boring man led Karenna down the aisle, she began to walk with her thighs unconsciously closer together. This helped squeeze her womanhood and ease the building pressure in her abdomen. When they got to the end of the aisle, he showed Karenna an entire rack of disinfectant.

“These are all of the ones we have here” In one motion he grabbed the middle container and showed it to Karenna.

“This one is my favorite I use it when I have to clean mothers house it is very reliable and you can use it with the elderly because it does not smell I had my cousin Frank who was old die because of the chemicals they put in the cheap ones we were all sad when Frank died because he was funny but I got his silver dollar collection out of it so I guess it could have been worse. Do you have relatives miss?”

Karenna nodded

“So do I. Some are nice others go to prison. I do not see the ones that went to prison all that often I think its because they are in jail cousin Frank used to say it was like time-outs for adults which was funny but it was his son in prison so I guess you have to make jokes like that when you raise a criminal. I never wanted to be a criminal that is why I work here.

Karenna needed to get out of this speech and grabbed the can from the boring man. She was kicking the carpeted floor with her heel, both out of boredom and out of a desire to stave off the need to piss.

“Thanks for the recommendation. Where are the bathrooms?”

“In the back” He pointed to the back of the store where there was an outlet with a large sign above it that said RESTROOMS. He continued with another boing talk

“You know when I was little mother used to tell me that father was swallowed up by the monster in the bathtub so I never wanted to go in there I was not potty trained until I was seven and even then it took longer to get me to shower sometimes I still fear whatever is in the bathroom at night that is why I sleep with the light on.”

As he rambled on, Karenna slowly backed away with a fake smile, and headed towards the restrooms. The boring man was still talking to her.

“Turns out my father was not eaten by a bathroom monster but he died in the parking lot of a bar before I was born. Heroin. Anyway, enjoy your disinfectant.”

Karenna ducked into the small alcove in the wall and opened the swinging door to the ladies room. A decent sized bathroom, it had three stalls, and the middle one was occupied. Her heels clicked on the clean tile floor as she swung the far stall door open. As she put the disinfectant in her purse and hung it on the hook on the inside of the door, the woman next to her started to pee. Karenna heard the urine splash into the toilet and her own need increased dramatically. It always happened to her, and she briefly flashed back to times when she had been desperate in school or a club and the sound of other women peeing nearly made her wet herself. Karenna fiddled with her belt, just as she had in the morning, and the sound of the other woman’s pee stopped. After a few moments, the stall next to her came alive again with the sound of a quick stream of piss jetting into the toilet. Karenna rolled her eyes as she finally got her belt undone, her need now annoyingly greater than it was. The motion of swinging her pants and panties to the floor and sitting on the toilet was swift and Karenna sighed in spite of herself, her own stream quickly starting. It was nice, the annoyance of the entire trip melting away as her wide stream of piss hissed out of her. More so recounting the whole experience to herself Karenna said aloud

“Man, that guy would not stop talking.”

“Oh, you must have met Allan. Nice guy but he never really shuts up” The other woman was talking to Karenna from her own stall. Not really wanting to engage in a conversation, and certainly not while she was pissing into the toilet, Karenna mumbled a response

“..yeah.”

“I heard from a girl who used to work here that he once talked to her so long that she started to pee herself. I wonder if that’s why she doesn’t work here anymore.”

Karenna didn’t respond, the entire awkward situation exemplified her strange day. She turned her head down and simply watched the rest of her stream spray out of her vagina. The other woman had finished peeing, and to avoid talking with whomever had an anecdote about a fellow employee, Karenna waited. Instead of wiping right away, Karenna continued to drip, her bladder now empty. The other women didn’t move. The only sound in the bathroom was the occasional drop of piss exiting Karenna. With the other woman distracted or simply not paying attention, Karenna quickly grabbed a sheet of toilet paper and wiped herself. Dumping the used paper into the slightly yellow toilet water, she pulled up her pants and grabbed her purse. The sound of her flushing toilet covered her washing her hands quickly and she left the restroom, not looking back to see if the other woman had exited.

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A/N: The conclusion to chapter 2. While I apologize for just the peeing scenes in this chapter, I think it's important to have variety. The Story is still building here so there isn't a ton of plot other than to further characterize Mary-Ann here. We have the interludes next up which will feature 2 wetting scenes and one "just made it" scene. These are not full chapters and will be shorter than full blown chapters, while still delivering plot content. Interlude 1 will be posted Thursday 10/14/2021.

Chapter 2.3: Her World Began Anew

Mary-Ann knocked on the door. No response. She knocked again. Still nothing. She folded her arms and paced back and forth on the concrete porch. The large water she had to drink was also starting to fill her well-used bladder and pacing kept her mind off of it. At last the heavy door opened and an older gentleman answered her knock.

“Is the air fixed yet?” He sounded grumpy

“No. But I-“

“Well, it ain’t rent day, an’ I’m not doing anything wrong. What do you want?”

“Did you put that sign up?”

“Yeah. What of it?”

“Could you take it down? I don’t want political messages on the lawn.”

“It ain’t no political sign. Haven’t you got any respect for a man who was murdered?”

“It’s not about that, I don’t want others to think that they can put up signs.”

The man grumbled something to himself and started to close the door. Mary-Ann was about to ask if she could use his bathroom, but thought better of it. He didn’t seem very hospitable at the moment. Her body was angry with her for not asking, and the pressure in her abdomen was becoming more consistent. Mary-Ann walked back around to the side of the building, where Donovan was still working on the air conditioning.

“Could you make sure that those signs are gone by next week? If not, I might have him evicted.” Mary-Ann shouted towards Donovan. Climbing out from the box, he responded

“I really think your making a mistake by pressing the issue here Mary-Ann. That mechanic was popular around here.”

“I’ll think about it, but I still want you to check back here in a week. Unless you need anything else from me, I’m heading back.”

“Go on, I’ve got nothing else for you. Sorry for getting you out here, I’m not much for computers you know. Didn’t even think about a scanner.”

Mary-Ann looked towards the lonely main road. She wouldn’t have normally brought it up, but her experience earlier made her reconsider.

“Is there a place where I could stop and use the restroom? Some of the places I passed didn’t look all that clean.”

“I wouldn’t go to any of the places around here. Lately there’s been someone with a camera hanging around women’s bathrooms. If it weren’t for the shooting of that mechanic, I think that’d be the biggest story.”

Mary-Ann tapped her foot as she thought of her options. The highway didn’t yield very many exits in this rural area, certainly none that she would be comfortable finding a spot to pee. She decided to extricate herself from her conversation with Donovan and headed back to her car.

Karenna unlocked and opened the office door. She took both the purchased baking soda and disinfectant from the plastic bag and tossed it into the trash. Walking by her own desk at the front of the suite, she made her way to Mary-Ann’s office. Not really knowing what to expect, she opened the door a bit cautiously. Everything looked just as it normally did. The wet bar to her right was undisturbed, and the large bookcase behind Mary-Ann’s desk was as neat as ever. It wasn’t until she looked down at the carpet that she saw the evidence of her boss’s deed. A large dark patch, which touched Mary-Ann’s desk and its circumference nearly reached the potted plant next to the opposite wall. Karenna’s jaw dropped in shock and she covered her mouth with her hand. She could only imagine how bad Mary-Ann must have had to piss. Part of her wondered what it would feel like to pee on herself like that. Did it just happen? Was it just for relief? Did it feel good? Either way, when she got the job here, she never imagined she would be dumping baking soda and spraying disinfectant on her boss’s piss stain.

Mary-Ann had been driving for roughly 30 minutes before the Bluetooth system in her SUV notified her of a text. It was from Karenna. Mary-Ann had the system read the text aloud.

Cleaned up your office. Headed home. Strange day all around.

Mary-Ann wanted to respond, but she wasn’t entirely sure how too. It was hard not to relive her accident when everything seemly reminded her of it. The two-lane highway wasn’t giving her much to gawk at and her only option was to drive and be reminded of her filling bladder. She reflected on her impure thoughts and arousal after her wetting. She had no one to share this with, and part of her still refused to admit to herself that she might have a pee kink. It wasn’t just any kink too, she had wet her panties in her office and was even found out, and she was aroused. Was it because Karenna didn’t tease her? This question lingered in Mary-Ann’s mind. Why didn’t Karenna make a bigger deal of it? Mary-Ann wondered if it was just a façade, in the fallout from her accident, had she lost the respect of her protégé? These questions, with no real answers, bothered her, but her bladder was becoming more of a bother. As she passed another exit, she noticed the exit had no signs for places to stop, and in the light summer evening, all she could see was the exit ramp and a bridge that extended over the highway.

Nothing but trees lined the sides of the road and the breakdown lane was as thin as it could be. With her options seemingly limited, she would have time to explore her newfound interest in peeing, whether she wanted to or not.

45 minutes had passed and Mary-Ann’s discomfort had again turned into desperation. Her abdomen was tight. Her gut was extended with her bladder full of pee. She had been trying to focus on driving for the past 10 minutes but she ached for relief. Her desperation had mounted to the point where her driving speed had become inconsistent as her knees shifted to try and aid her muscles. Desperately she kept her eyes trained on the side of the highway, trying to will an exit or rest stop into existence. She had driven this route before. She knew it would be another twenty minuets on this highway before she could connect onto an interstate with rest areas and populated exits. She passed anther exit with just a single road leading into the woods. Time was moving slowly, and waves of desperation started to hit Mary-Ann harder. Despite her growing interest in pee, there was no way she was going to try it in her car. She could feel it though. A pressure built right up against her vaginal walls. After her experience this morning, Mary-Ann was seriously doubting her ability to hold on. She checked her SUV’s built-in GPS. Still another 17 minutes until she could start looking for a proper rest area. Mary-Ann bent forward as much as she could. Her seatbelt was pressing against her swollen bladder and only served to make matters worse. A cold shiver. A ping of pleasure. There it was again, Mary-Ann had to pee and yet she was aroused, horny, even. Taking her dominant hand off of the steering wheel, she rested her forearm over her crotch and dug her fist into her inner thigh. An unusual bid to relieve some of the pressure she felt, but it helped for a moment. Mary-Ann exhaled in exasperation. It was just like a workout at the gym, though she doubted the physical results would be as rewarding. Her breathing intensified, she looked at her estimated time on the GPS again. 15 minutes.  

Should she let a little out? Would it help if she darkened her grey leggings? There was a devil on her shoulder telling her to. She thought of the bill to clean her seat. No. 13 minutes until her exit. She looked to the left. Trees and an open lane. She expected that, but her options were limited. She looked to the right, a field. She expected that too. But she was desperate; her legs shook inadvertently. 12 minutes. She took her SUV around the gentle bend. Mary-Ann was aware of how badly she had to pee. Panicking that she was about to flood her car. An idea; her gym water bottle. She looked in her back seat. Only to see her silver water bottle rolling behind her passenger seat. She made a move for it. Out of reach. The movement took her eyes off the road and she started to swerve into the breakdown lane. Once her SUV hit the rumble strips she put her eyes back on the road. The motion had pressed down on her bladder even harder and she swore she could feel wetness. She scanned her car again for options. The fast food water cup. It was large, so it had to be her best option. It was that or pee in her seat and wet herself again. She picked it up without taking her eyes off the road. The cup presented two problems. The ice had melted and refiled nearly a quarter of the cup, and Mary-Ann had no idea how she was supposed to pee into it. She figured that she should pull over, and she put her hazard lights on.

As Mary-Ann put the car in park, she whined in desperation, which had gotten worse since relief was close in theory.  Undoing her seatbelt and taking the lid off of the cup was the obvious first step. She tried to position herself by moving in an awkward crouch, trying to slide her leggings off, but the movement sloshed the pee around inside her. She was met with pain from her weakening muscles and felt a spurt of pee rush into her panties. Huffing in exasperation and moaning in a desperate struggle, she wiggled her leggings down to her ankles. She could she a large dark patch on her pink panties. She wiggled those down to her knees as best she could. When the air of the car reached her exposed genitals, she couldn’t help but leak again. Just a little bit. Still slightly crouched, she placed the wide mouth of the cup against her bare skin.

Mary-Ann finally relaxed. Within seconds her SUV was filled with the sounds of urine splashing against plastic and water. Mary-Ann gave out a near orgasmic cry. Shivers and feelings of relief ran up from her peeing vagina up through her chest and body. As the cup filled it became heavy. For a moment though, Mary-Ann didn’t care; she just wanted to pee. It was warm, and the heat of her spray was felt through the cup and against her hand. She looked down, the cup was nearly full, and she was nowhere near done. There wasn’t much she could think of doing. But she had to find a way as her pee overflowed and began to run onto her seat.

“Oh no!” She exclaimed “Ah…I…I have…to stop.” She panted through her relief.

She tried to stop, and through much pain, she did. She removed the cup and put it on the car dashboard, her hand now covered in pee. She could feel it coming back and she jammed her-pee covered hand over her nude crotch. Only half-thinking she could only picture herself squatting to finish, and she unlocked her car door with her free hand. She remembered her leggings and her panties. She started to move but they restricted her and Mary-Ann was worried that she might trip exiting her high-ride vehicle. It didn’t matter now, it was too much for her to hold it anymore, and Mary-Ann started to pee into her hand. The warm liquid spurting through her fingers and onto her seat again. The surprise caused her to remove her hand. With an audible patter her stream was ruining her driver’s seat. Mary-Ann climbed out anyway, in an ungraceful waddle, peeing the entire time. It splattered her driver’s door and the exterior paint as her feet touched the ground. Now she stood, naked from the waist down, with her backside to the traffic with a long pee stream splattering the pavement below her. It didn’t take long for the rest of her bladder to empty itself onto the pavement, and as her stream had become a drip, Mary-Ann exhaled. Her swollen clit throbbed. She was wet, in more ways than one. A lone car sped by and honked as Mary-Ann started to pull up her wet panties and dry leggings. The wet fabric of her undergarments nearly sent her over the edge. She bit her lower lip and let out a moan.

Climbing back into her SUV, she took one last look at the puddle on the dry pavement. A small fraction of what had occurred in her car. Before she sat down, she grabbed her pee-filled cup and emptied it onto the pavement, increasing the size of her puddle. Mary-Ann put her cup back in her cupholder and sat back down without inspecting the damage. All of her urine had flowed to the back of her seat. It was a puddle, and it immediately soaked the butt of her leggings. They started to soak up the rouge liquid as it spread across her cheeks. The penetrating wetness of the now cool urine caused a new rush of feeling towards her wet pussy. An overflow of emotions came of Mary-Ann, she began to rock back and forth in her seat. She sighed, she moaned. She rubbed her awaiting snatch. Mary-Ann came. Soaking in her cold pee and new pleasant relief, she sunk back into her seat. As she did she felt a small leak wet her panties. Whether it was sex juices or pee, she didn’t know. But what Mary-Ann did know, was that she liked being wet and she liked pee

[orangelion 340]

I love this story! Looking forward to the next chapter

[knockonthedoor 952]

3 hours ago, orangelion said:

I love this story! Looking forward to the next chapter

If you’re a fan of intentional wetting, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the next post on Thursday!

[knockonthedoor 952]

A/N: This was one of my favorite scenes to write. Not much to add other than there is some slight plot movement here. This one is more focused on the scene itself. Let me know how I did! The next interlude will be posted on Saturday 10/16/21

Interlude 1.1:

The summer months had given way to the early fall, and a cool demeanor had begun to take over the weather. It had been 3 months after Mary-Ann’s desperate day had led to her self-discovery, and her workload had only increased in that time. She had begun to use wetting as a way to relax, a decompressor from the sometimes 10 and 12 hour workdays she had to put in. While she didn’t like to get so desperate that it hurt, she quite enjoyed the fullness of her bladder and often the end of her workday would entail her squirming at her desk, comfortably full. Sometimes she would stop by the toilet before she left, other times she would hold it until she got home.  Once or twice a week Mary-Ann would throw on a pair of old panties or pants, hop into her shower, and purposefully wet herself. Though with her recent stress, it had often become 3 times a week. She loved it. Aside from the warm sensation, and the relief that came with the release, when she did it, she felt small. It was a private retreat, and one only she knew about. She finally had a Sunday to herself, or so she had it planned. As a landlord and business owner, no day was ever completely free, but as her mortgage company grew, so did her staff. She had asked them to be ready in case she needed to pass work onto them.

Mary-Ann recounted this to herself as she lay awake in bed. The sun had just started to peak out from the morning clouds. It was a day off, and she was going to enjoy it. Already planning on forgoing her morning pee, Mary-Ann just gazed out the window for a moment. One of her breasts had become exposed while she was sleeping and she gently played with it while she thought. Her mind jumped from topic to topic, as it often did in the morning, and she wanted to plan her wetting. She hadn’t ever planed her wettings before, but it’s how she wanted to enjoy her time alone. She briefly considered letting go in bed. But the cleanup and potential stains caused her to shoot that idea down.

Mary-Ann rolled out of bed and changed out of her nightly clothes. Replacing her black panties with green ones, she wanted a color that would really show. While they didn’t match, she put on a pair of dark grey sweatpants that remained comfortable, but still hugged her sharply form. Slipping on a bra, Mary-Ann topped off the lazy outfit with an old t-shirt and a baggy sweater. She filled her gym water bottle from the tap and as she walked out the door, she had a plan.

This early on a Sunday, the roads were peaceful. There was an occasional car or truck, but the church traffic hadn’t started yet and what would have normally been a thirty or forty minute drive to the coffee shop was going to be much shorter. This was essential, as Mary-Ann was still retaining her morning pee, and was starting to feel it resting in her abdomen. She loved it. Not that she loved it enough to be in real pain. As she continued to drink from her water bottle, she could see her favorite local coffee shop standing out inside its strip mall. She parked and walked inside. Hanna was working today, and as Mary-Ann walked up to the counter, she could see the shop was mostly empty. A patron here and there, and a few other workers were scattered about the shop. Hanna seemed happy to see her. She asked if Mary-Ann was getting her usual.

“No, I’d like an iced coffee today” As Mary-Ann explained her order, she felt more and more of her urine press on her genitals, and she unconsciously began to shift her weight from on foot to the other. As Hanna turned to prepare her order, Mary-Ann began to grab a little at her crotch. With her leg movements, her need might have been a little too obvious.

“Are you ok?” Hanna asked as she turned back around

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Mary-Ann said cheerfully and smiled back. Sure, she was being friendly, but she gleaned some excitement from obviously needing a toilet and denying herself an offered one.

“Are you sure?” Hanna asked again, clearly understanding Mary-Ann’s body language.

Mary-Ann affirmed again that she was ok, and while she stuck her credit card into the machine, she was still unsteady on her feet. She took her drink and left, leaving a curious Hanna behind.

Mary-Ann tightened her muscles as she headed back out to her car. While her need was certainly greater than when she started her journey, she was still deriding pleasure from her filling bladder. She took a few sips of her coffee as she put it in her cupholder. Knowing that it would go right through her, she decided to limit her intake until after she got back to her car.

The local park was just down the road from the coffee shop; a large complex, it had an open field for soccer and two baseball diamonds. A paved path encircled the entire open area and there were many dirt paths that led up the wooded hill. Mary-Ann saw a few cars in the parking lot, but much like the coffee shop, she knew she had picked a quiet day. Grabbing her sunglasses and stepping out bothered her bladder, which didn’t like the motion it took to climb out of her SUV, and her sudden desperation caused her to clutch herself briefly. It was nothing she couldn’t hold. Walking the paved path was good exercise, a substitute for the gym today. The lack of people, save for a few runners and a biker, gave Mary-Ann a chance to play with her now very full bladder. Putting her hand over her crotch to partly help her hold was invigorating. She was playing today, and the voice that told her to let some go won in her head. Still roughly a half mile to the dirt path she had in mind, Mary-Ann relaxed for a moment. While still walking, she felt a small dab of pee drop into her panties. It made her giddy just imagining how they looked.

Continuing down the paved path, a walker came by in the opposite direction. As they said hello to each other, Mary-Ann let go a longer stream of pee. Not enough to wet the front of her pants yet, but enough that her panties were now moist for two reasons. She felt such a rush, that person had no idea she was peeing as she greeted them. She was just another girl in sunglasses to them. She felt almost ticklish with excitement, it was a secret only she knew. Until she reached the first dirt path, Mary-Ann decided to hold it. With her anticipation mounting, she climbed the initially steep path.

She figured this was the less traveled path. The obvious bike tracks were a sign that not many walkers used this path. The banking of the incline was high on the left side, which led into the deeper woods. While there was no path there, Mary-Ann felt as though it would be harder to be seen if a biker passed by than someone walking. As she climbed the embankment, her wet panties pressed up against her sensitive clit and sent a shiver through her body. She couldn’t cum out here and she knew that, but it doesn’t mean that she wasn’t turned on. Navigating between small rocks, twigs and trees, she found a spot where she could still see the path but next to a large oak tree, she felt protected. Leaning against the tree with her left hand, she was all set to try something new.

Relaxing again was easy enough, recent practice and the fact that she had already let some go meant that even in public, with the risk of getting caught, Mary-Ann started to pee her pants. She propped her sunglasses up on her head to better observe her act; feeling a warm liquid spill into her sweats as she released. She bit down on right index finger to keep from calling out in pleasure. The dark grey fabric turned black around her crotch, and a wide streak began to run down the inseam of her right leg. Her heart began to race. She felt her butt cheeks start to soak in her pee and the back of her legs felt warm and wet as well. Unlike her times in the shower, she could strongly smell her urine. It was unpleasant and arousing at the same time, an olfactory reminder of her actions. The streaming pee ran down her left leg and much like her right one, and started to run into her sneakers and socks. Droplets formed at the cuffs of her sweatpants and a constant stream of them poured into her shoes.

Part of her wished there was a puddle. As her bladder was nearly empty, she looked underneath her. The leaves were wet from her flow breeching the crotch of her pants and splattering the morning ground, but unlike the ground that she splashed outside of her SUV on that fateful day, there was little evidence here.  Just the same, Mary-Ann inspected the damage. She rubbed the backs of her legs. They were soaked. The contrast between the dark grey of her pants and the nearly black pee stain was much more noticeable that she had planned on. It was a little cold, but Mary-Ann removed her sweater and tied it around her waist. It drooped down and hopefully covered her backside. She admitted to herself how much more fun this was than just going in the shower. So long as she didn’t get caught.

Stepping back onto the dirt path, Mary-Ann looked down again. She could hear the squelching of her sneakers as she walked, and the soaked inseams of her sweatpants left little to the imagination. Anyone who would approach her from the front could tell what she had done. She picked up her pace, suddenly aware of the consequences of her deed. She could smell her pee wafting off of her soaked pants. As Mary-Ann hustled down the dirt path back onto the paved one, she couldn’t see anyone on the path yet. If she ran, maybe no one would notice. Mary-Ann began to jog, her breasts bouncing underneath her old t-shirt. The loud squelching of her sneakers caused her to look down again and she could see and outline of wet shoeprints on the pathway behind her.

One cyclist sped past her, going to fast to pay any attention to Mary-Ann’s wet pants. There was no one else on the pathway until she got closer to the parking lot. She could see her exit, her get-away from her endeavor. She slowed to a walk, her heart and her head pounding with excitement and exertion.  As she rounded the corner back to the parking lot her heart skipped a beat. Tyler was walking into the park and noticed her immediately. Thinking quick, Mary-Ann bent over as though her shoe was untied. He walked over to her

“Mary-Ann! I didn’t know you work-out here.”

“Hey Tyler, just today, wanted something different.” Mary-Ann was hoping this conversation would be quick

“Thanks again for helping me out with some of those clients recently. I don’t know how many other loan officers could have gotten that done.”

“It’s no problem, complex deals are sometimes the most fun.” Mary-Ann was still bent over

“I still owe you. Could I take you out for a coffee, or swing by the office with a surprise for the team?”

Was he trying to ask her out? Or was he just trying to secure a business relationship? It was hard to decipher. She thought he was cute, she took a chance.

“Yeah, I’d like coffee sometime soon. You have my number, just give me a call.” Mary-Ann was still bent over, but she looked up as she said that, and the ruse was wearing thin.

“Is your leg alright, are you feeling ok?”

“Yeah, just ran a little too far. Shoe problems. Tired. You know.” She tried to smile and half-stand up in a last-ditch bid to keep her secret hidden. The now cold pee stained panties grabbed her genitals.  She tried to end the conversation

“I’d really enjoy a coffee sometime with you. Don’t mean to be rude, but I do have to get going.”

“Yeah, I’ll…call you Tuesday.” His eyes darted to her pants. She tried to save face

“Looking forward to it, I really got to head out though.”

“Sure, sure I’ll um..” His eyes darted back to her pants “I’ll call you. Let me leave you to it.”

Tyler looked her in her eyes and smiled warmly. They were an inviting glance. Did he even notice what Mary-Ann had done? She fully stood up. Not having time to deliberate with herself, she smiled back and retreated to her SUV. She had learned from her $250 seat cleaning experience over the summer and now kept a towel in arms reach in her back seat. Retrieving it and setting it up on the driver’s seat, she sat down. She observed her wetted pants. She touched them. It felt so erotic. Taking a sip from her iced coffee, Mary-Ann smiled. She had pleasure and might have found love; yet the day was still young.

[orangelion 340]

I'll admit I prefer peeing without panties(such as going commando, being bottomless, or peeing with panties down), but this is still hot and well written.

[knockonthedoor 952]

15 minutes ago, orangelion said:

going commando, being bottomless

This describes a scene I just finished last night. It’ll be on Next Tuesday’s update

[orangelion 340]

Great! Looking forward to it!

[knockonthedoor 952]

A/N: I feel like the writing was a little janky here, but it still conveys the change in Mary-Ann's behavior well. Next update will be Tuesday 10/19/21

Interlude 1.2:

Her heart was beating so fast it felt like she could choke on it. Every muscle in Mary-Ann’s body was relaxed. The SUV was on, but she just sat back in her seat for a moment. It was so wrong, so taboo, and so hot. It was a new experience and a state she hadn’t expected to be in. Total satisfaction, until the end.

Mary-Ann started to drive back to her apartment, her wetting playing over and over again in her mind; it felt like everything about it was perfect until the end. She wanted to deny it, but she knew she caught Tyler looking at her pants. The inside of her legs were soaked, and the stain clearly started at her crotch, how could he have not seen it? Maybe he did and he wasn’t going to call her. Maybe he did and he would tell others. What if he did, and her business network found out about it? She imagined the jokes and the mockery

Don’t drink too much of that, might end up in your pants

Staying dry Mary-Ann?

Still, and even smaller part of her argued that he might of liked it. Maybe he found it sexy or maybe he felt sympathy. For all Tyler knew, she could have had a real accident while jogging. She chose to have confidence in the fact that he didn’t mention anything, it helped her enjoy her activity more. Still slightly buzzed from the experience, Mary-Ann tried to finish her coffee on the way back to her apartment.

By the time Mary-Ann was a block or so away, traffic in the other direction had picked up. She was thankful that she could still drive at a reasonable speed, her pee-soaked sweatpants had cooled back down, as well as her socks and she was feeling unreasonably cold. Once the gate read her pass, Mary-Ann reentered her apartment complex, aware that she’ll have to avoid being seen again. She parked in her designated spot. Two of her neighbors was standing outside, one with their leashed dog. The neighbors were engaged in some sort of argument- probably over the dog, and Mary-Ann decided to sit in her car and wait. It gave her time to finish her iced coffee, and she was well aware of its effects.

Mary-Ann watched the argument carry on for some time. The occasional hand waving and expressions were amusing to her. While it was a heated conversation, it never got to the point where anything explosive might have happened, but the delay had reignited her bladder. Accelerated by the caffeine running through her body, Mary-Ann almost wanted to let go again immediately. Thinking she would have more fun if she waited until she got back inside, she decided to hold a little bit.

Eventually the one of the neighbors gave the other the finger and the argument ceased for the moment as the other decided to walk away. This was the break Mary-Ann had been waiting for; she hadn’t had an iced coffee in months as she preferred to use the coffee machine at work, and when combined with the water that she enjoyed in the morning she was feeling her desperation rise much faster than she wanted. She swung herself out of her SUV, and with her sweater still flopping back and forth on the backside of her sweatpants, she dashed up the steps to her second floor apartment. As she ran up the steps, her shoes still squeaked with cold pee. Her wet socks slid in her sneakers. If she was a little braver, she might have released more pee in front of her door, but she didn’t want her neighbors to see her or have to worry about her puddle on the concrete. Unlocking the door, Mary-Ann hustled inside.

As soon as she got inside, she kicked her sneakers off and tried to peel her soaked soaks off. They were nearly stuck and hard to get off, even harder when Mary-Ann’s need was one million times greater than it was even just a few moments ago. Past the point when many would have tried to find a restroom and as Mary-Ann lifted her leg to get her other sock off, it was getting to the point where she would normally decide to find a restroom or wet herself. Keeping her leg suspended, she tried peeling off her sock with one hand and holding her crotch with the other. She wobbled, unstable in this balancing act, but anticipating her coming release. Removing her final sock, she turned and rushed into the bathroom, clutching herself the entire way. Without a second thought she was standing in her shower.

Still keeping her hand cupped around her privates, Mary-Ann peed her pants again. A puddle began to form and spread, her clear urine splattering, smacking and splashing the shower tile. It rushed for the drain and soon her bathroom was filled with the sound of her urine flowing into her shower pipes. Rather than remove her hand like usual, she decided to warm up her hand as pee flowed through the slits in her fingers. This time, her pee stain took a much wider angle around her hand, creating a new darkened color on her thighs. It eventually connected with the old stains on the inseams of her well-used sweatpants. Her streaming pee warmed her chilled body as it ran down her legs. It felt like someone was spraying her lower half with a shower head. Her toes enjoyed the runoff. A much stronger steam, this experience died down quicker than her public release, and was over just as quickly as it had begun.

Mary-Ann’s first experience with what she would later come to know as rapid desperation excited and scared her. She could blame the iced coffee for some of it, but did her morning hold have anything to do with it? What about her finished water bottle; did that combined with the coffee cause her to be just as desperate as she had been just an hour before? It was the sudden nature that frightened her, a slow build up she could understand and manage, but this was different. It was certainly fun on a day where she was planning to pee her pants, but had this been at work, she would have had a rerun of her first real accident.

It was now that Mary-Ann realized she never untied her sweater from her waist. In her determination and anticipation to get inside and wet herself, she never considered it. She undid the knot now, and what was supposed to protect her wet legs from becoming a public spectacle had now been coated in pee from her second wetting. She tossed it out of her shower. Removing her t-shirt and bra, she tossed them over her sweater in the same pile. Mary-Ann decided to keep her sweat pants on for a while. She would use the shower to wash the pee out while she wore them. Stretching her now pee-heavy sweatpants Mary-Ann pulled up her green panties to examine her work. Save for a small horizon on the front, her green panties had grown dark; soaked through with her pee. Turning on the shower, she planned the rest of her day.

[dbeornssen 2]

Your writing is so good, and compelling!  I am of course enjoying the story itself, but I wanted to say I also really enjoy your writing style; you balance description, internal monologue/thoughts with teasing hints very well. Suffice it to say, my own work day is going to take a great deal of effort to concentrate, now!

[knockonthedoor 952]

7 hours ago, dbeornssen said:

Your writing is so good, and compelling!  I am of course enjoying the story itself, but I wanted to say I also really enjoy your writing style; you balance description, internal monologue/thoughts with teasing hints very well. Suffice it to say, my own work day is going to take a great deal of effort to concentrate, now!

Just don't start thinking your own boss is Mary-Ann! 😄

[knockonthedoor 952]

A/N: In the final interlude before the next chapter, we get introduced to a group of important characters going forward, as well as my personal favorite scene. Consealed desperation, obvious desperation, light wetting, its all in these 2K words. Next update will be posted on 10/21/2021

Interlude 1.3

“Hey Girl!”

Karenna excitedly got up front her seat and gave her old friend a platonic hug. She hadn’t seen Nia in nearly five years. Standing at an impressive 6 feet tall, Karenna’s head hardly reached Nia’s mid-section. Nia received the embrace warmly, and Karenna walked her over to their table. Normally, Caffè di Terra Bagnata would have been packed for a Sunday brunch, but the current renovations had taken nearly three quarters of the floor space up.

“Sarah, Cassie.” Karena made a hand gesture, as if presenting Nia “My best friend and superstar Nia Armstrong”  

Sarah smiled welcomingly “Superstar? In what field?”

“I pla-“ Karenna cut her off out of excitement

“She’s only the forward for the Springfield Bombshells! She was like, the best player on our high school basketball team. Nia would get 20 points a game easy, and all these rebounds too!”

Karenna excitedly gave anecdotes about Nia’s high school achievements, which gave Nia a chance to study the table. She feared her white blouse and black jeans were too casual. Karenna’s red dress and Sarah’s button down blouse and business slacks gave a much more professional look to both ladies.

“…like that time when you outscored the entire other team by yourself.” Karenna was still rambling

“Oh, it was so long ago, it’s not like I’m Supergirl. Besides, that was high school- everyone does well in sports at that point.”

This elicited a laugh from Sarah and Karenna. Karenna immediately retorted “Well if they’re you, of course, remember when I tried out freshman year?”

Nia laughed, remembering the spectacle that Karenna had embarrassingly put on. She told the group the whole story, the missed shots, the wild passes, everything. The waitress broke the conversation to take orders. Karenna had already finished her first glass and ordered a second along with some wine, and on her recommendation, Nia did the same. When everyone had ordered, she took the opportunity to change the subject.

“I’ve got to say, I’m a little worried that I’m under dressed here, you all look so fantastic”

“No, you’re fine, brunch is meant to be a little casual, we’re just here to make friends.” Sarah was the first to speak this time.

“And I’m sure they don’t have the nerve to say anything anyway. Not with all of this up” Sarah motioned to the large construction sheets and supplies taking up much of the back half of the restaurant.  

The unkempt nature of a construction site contrasting with the wonderful view of the bay. The waitress came back with a bottle of wine for the table. Each of the ladies except Cassie filled their glasses.

“So do you all work together, or how did you meet?” Nia was genuinely curious

Karenna was the first to respond “When you told me you were thinking about buying some real estate around here, I thought it would be a nice way to introduce you to the best title attorney in the state and catch up. Sarah has a ton of experience and Cassie I believe is shadowing her today. Is that right?”

For the first time, Cassie spoke up. “In a way, I’m looking to get into the real estate field in some way, and Sarah invited me here.”

Nia nodded in affirmation and sipped her wine. The group of ladies moved their conversation towards business, discussing what areas were currently booming, and asking both general and specific questions.
 

Despite the fact the Karenna had not quite finished a year in business, she felt confident enough to keep pace and even answer some questions herself. Working her mind and her new skills in real estate helped keep her mind off of her filling bladder. Though Karenna wasn’t doing much to help her coming problem; her indulgence on her glass of wine had taken half of a glass, and as the waitress brought her meal to the table, she had a third refill of her water. Nia wasn’t far behind her, having finished her first water and was enjoying her wine. She steered the conversation back towards real estate.

“So, I was listening to the Steven Warner podcast on the way over here, he was kind of downplaying a lot of the development around here. Should I be looking more towards the suburbs or rural areas?”

“I like Warner, I’m even going to his event next month, but he’s completely wrong. I mean, look around. This was a rundown waterfront. That- that was a burnt-out factory just a decade ago” Sarah pointed to the construction site out the side windows of the restaurant.

“Oh, I was interested in going to that event,” Karenna was starting to squirm in her seat. “Who’s speaking there this year?”

“The list is sort of up in the air, one of the speakers had to drop out for COIVD reasons. I hope they pick a good replacement.”

There was another lull in the conversation as the group started to eat, the sounds of conversation had been replaced with the clinking of silverware. Both Nia and Karenna finished their wine, Karenna slowing down her water intake as she crossed her legs under the table. The ache of her bladder becoming more acute. Between bites, she reminisced with Nia and told stories to the group to keep her mind off of her need.

The food was excellent, but the chance to catch up with an old friend was even better. As Karenna was waiting for the others to finish, she started bouncing her legs, fidgeting in an attempt to relive some of the pressure in her abdomen. She thought to herself that it would be rude to get up and go; to interrupt their conversation just for her need. She would wit until another one of them went.

At least one of them has to go too right?

Another few minutes past and except for few slices of toast that Sarah refused to eat, very little was left. The girls were quiet for a moment, satisfied. Nia stood up

“This was fun, but I gotta pee”

Karenna jumped at her opportunity. It was easier to make her need known with someone else prompting her. She stood up, as rush of pain flew into her bladder, she briefly bent forward in a flash. She could feel it in her back.

“I have to go too, no idea where the bathrooms are in this place though”

“They’re right around the corner here” Sarah pointed around the construction.

Karenna smiled her gratitude and the two friends ventured off to find the restroom. Nearly immediately they found a bar, with warning signs labeled wet paint all over the place. The smell of fresh paint was nearly enough to make Karenna gag. Their waitress was standing by the bar, chatting with another employee. Nia walked up to her, and the other employee excused himself from the conversation.

“Sorry to bother you, but where are the bathrooms?” Nia asked

Their waitress looked disappointed “They’re being renovated right now, I’d let you in if I could but the water’s off in there.”

“Oh. Where do you go then, could we use it real fast?” Karenna saw Nia’s desperation for the first time, as the tall women bounced her knees briefly. The waitress still sounded dejected

“I wish I knew where we could go, trust me. I’ve been looking for an answer all morning.” As if encouraged by Nia’s action, Karenna noticed the stocking-clad leg of their waitress shaking ever so slightly. The poor woman must have been trying to stay composed.

“Can we get the check then, like super quick?” Nia smiled out of a little embarrassment, knowing she was admitting how urgent her need was.

“Sure thing, one check or separate?”

“One” Nia turned to a surprised Karenna “I’ll get it, don’t worry”

Their waitress started to walk over to a computer behind the bar. Karenna and Nia headed back to the table.

“You picked up the whole thing? I’m sure we could have split that”

“To be honest Kar, if I have to wait for a split check and everyone to take time paying, I might not make it.” Nia giggled nervously

“This is worse than that time after the basketball game”

The two laughed, recalling one of the pivotal moments of their friendship. They returned to the table, giggling like schoolgirls. Cassie asked sarcastically

“Did you two get lost? We were worried you were going to stiff us”

“No I’m actually picking this all up.” Nia said, offended by Cassie’s comment. “Bathrooms are down for renovation.”

Sarah shot Cassie a glance, obviously unhappy with her comment, but said nothing. Nia broke the silence again as she and Karenna sat down

“One thing I don’t like about all of this real estate is the construction.” She pointed out the window “You know I had to park up that hill.”

Sarah took the conversation into a wider one about the benefits of construction and the economy. Karenna knew why Nia had really brought it up, and at this point, she wasn’t she if she would make it either. Their waitress came by with the check, and as the other women continued to chit-chat Karenna was silent. She was just focusing on holding her very full bladder. Under the table cloth, her hand was jammed into the crotch of her short dress, her fingers wedged right up against her womanhood. She had scooted off the chair just a little bit, pressing the edge of her chair against her privates to assist as well. Desperately, she looked at Nia, as if she could somehow help her. All the other girl was doing was preening her hair. A pretty hairstyle, a combination of braids and dreadlocks, Karenna was jealous that her friend had something to distract herself with.

The check finally came back, and as Nia was signing off on the receipt, Karenna was tense, every muscle on edge hoping to find respite somewhere. The other 3 stood and gave awkward handshakes and Nia even gave Sarah a light hug. Karenna pretended to look for something in her small purse; she was trying to figure out how to stand without losing control all over the floor. As Sarah and Cassie exited, Nia stayed, waiting for her friend.

“Can you like hurry up a little?” Nia asked desperately. She still showed few visible signs of desperation.

“Mmph…sorry.” Karenna started to rise “Just in the same boat as you”

“I could tell. You were kicking me under the table.” The two started to walk out the door.

“You don’t think they noticed, did you?” Karenna asked while slightly hunched over.

Nia held the door open for her. Karenna felt like she was carrying 100 pounds on her back, and her abdomen was tight, nearly pulling on her torso. Nia asked her where she parked, She pointed up the hill. The restaurant had been built on an old pier, and the main road was up a paved incline. The pier had a number of buildings that were just starting to be remodeled or built. The pair walked slowly, Karenna wasn’t sure if Nia was just being supportive, or just as desperate as she was.

The incline stood before Karenna, a daunting obstacle in her state. Her mind flashed back to her experience with Mary-Ann. Was this her time now? The fear of losing it in front of her old friend was the only thing keeping her water and wine in her bladder. Feeling slightly better, willing to defy her own body, Karenna took a step towards the slope. Suddenly, Nia stopped in her tracks. She collapsed her knees together and shot her hand into her crotch. She took short deep breaths. Nia held this position for a few seconds, then grabbed Karenna’s wrist with her free hand.

“I have to find a place to piss. Right now.”

“The restrooms are closed, I don-“

“That building.” Nia interrupted her and pointed to the frame of a building, just behind the restaurant.

Her hands clenching into fists, Nia let go of Karenna and started to walk at a brisk pace towards the wooden frames, and Karenna walked as fast as she could behind her.

“What if someone sees us?”

“Don’t care about that right now.”

Karenna reached the dumpster just after Nia, who had just gotten her belt undone. The tall black women had just gotten her jeans past her thighs, and to Karenna, it looked like she had already started going when a hard stream of clear piss shot out of her. Nia had obviously gone commando, and despite her unkempt bush hiding her snatch, the fast and hard pee stream was obvious. Nia reached up and grabbed the top of the dumpster to keep from falling over a she fell into a squat. Her urine smacked the pavement with a force so great, the sound must have been heard around the entire complex.

Karenna knew what her bladder was going to do. Her need always increased tenfold when she could hear another woman easing herself. Thinking quickly, she dropped her purse and reached under her dress. She pulled her red panties to the side. She listened to Nia’s strong stream. Standing right where she was, she felt her own need press against her gentles. Rather than fight it as she had been, she relaxed into it.  First, just a brief spray fell out of her. Then a weak stream started down her leg before quickly turning into a spray that matched Nia’s.

Hearing the new sound Nia looked up from her own rapidly growing puddle to see Karenna standing with her legs slightly apart, her own pee splashing on her thighs.

“What happened to the shy Karenna that I used to know?”

“Hey, I didn’t really have a choice here!”

The two girls looked at each other and both sighed before breaking into a nervous laugh, both exposed in broad daylight, piss streaming out of them. Their puddles, though starting from very different spots, still created trickles that met near the shell of a building. They formed their own third puddle as more liquid traveled towards the meeting spot.

While Nia’s stream was starting to weaken, Karenna was still standing, watching her stream splash into her huge puddle. Three glasses of water and another glass of wine had filled her faster than anything she could remember. Nia had finished peeing, and grabbed a package of disposable tissues from her purse. She dried her soaked pubic hair and Karenna saw her trying to dry the inside of her jeans.

“It’s a good thing those are black” She teased Nia

“I told you I had to find a place to pee.” Nia dropped her used tissue into her puddle. She slid her jeans back over her round, incredibly fit ass. Grimacing at the cool wetness around her crotch “I had like 30 seconds. Better than the alternative” She walked over to Karenna, who was still dripping.

“At least you did better than my boss.” Nia was about to press the issue when Karenna’s phone rang.

“Speaking of which” Karenna picked up the phone.

She spoke to Mary-Ann. Nia could only listen bits and pieces of their conversation, but Karenna sounded excited. She agreed to something, the whole time keeping her panties pulled aside though she had long since finished peeing. Or so Nia thought. While still speaking with Mary-Ann, Karenna released another few seconds of pee into her puddle. The new stream caused more to splatter on Karenna’s ankles. Finishing, she turned back to Nia and mimed asking for a tissue to wipe with as well. Nia gave her one; Karenna cleaned and slid her panties back over herself. The two of them started to make their way back towards the parking lot on top of the hill. Eventually, Karenna’s conversation ended. She excitedly spoke to Nia.

“You’re not going to believe this!”

“She didn’t fire you, did she?”

“No! She just got invited to Steven Warner’s event, they want to have her as the replacement speaker! They’re flying her out in two weeks. And she asked me to go with her!”

Nia gave Karenna a hug.

“This is so awesome! I’m so happy for you!”

The two had reached their cars, carrying on a conversation about Karenna’s experience working for Mary-Ann. As they were about to leave, Nia remembered another question.

“You said I did better than your boss. What did you mean by that?”

Karenna looked a little embarrassed. “Well, I shouldn’t be telling you this, but a few months ago…”

[orangelion 340]

I really enjoyed this one!

[knockonthedoor 952]

As I'm finishing up chapter 3, I only have one idea for the interlude. Is there a certain scenario any of you would like to see played out?

[orangelion 340]

How about one or more of the women wearing a skirt are desperate and take a squat. Then shortly after beginning to pee they have to stop quickly voiding their bladders because they hear someone coming. In there rush to get away from the scene of the crime they lose their panties and forced to go commando in public. Since they broke their seals they are even more desperate than before and start leaking. And so they have to hide their desperation and puddles they are leaving o from the public until they find another place to relieve themselves.

[knockonthedoor 952]

7 hours ago, orangelion said:

How about one or more of the women wearing a skirt are desperate and take a squat. Then shortly after beginning to pee they have to stop quickly voiding their bladders because they hear someone coming. In there rush to get away from the scene of the crime they lose their panties and forced to go commando in public. Since they broke their seals they are even more desperate than before and start leaking. And so they have to hide their desperation and puddles they are leaving o from the public until they find another place to relieve themselves.

Done. Though it will take a few weeks, after chapter 3, which focuses heavily on wetting. I’ll tag you once I get to that story

EDIT: I figured a way to progress the story through a scene like this. Can't reveal anything until the end of Chapter 3 though

Edited October 21, 2021 by knockonthedoor
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[knockonthedoor 952]

A/N: The start of the most important Chapter both story wise, and in terms of omorashi content. Except for 3.1 and 3.3 Nearly every section will feature wetting over peeing, or a combo of the two. As stated above, feel free to add requests for scenes, which I am happy to do in the "interlude" sections. So long as I am comfortable with said scenario. The next update will be live 10/23/2021

Chapter 3.1: Jericho

Today was the day. The day before Mary-Ann would speak in front of ten thousand people; it would be her story, her accomplishments. Her triumph. She was proud, she was nervous, she was happy, she was scared. As she lay awake, just moments before her alarm rang, she almost didn’t believe this was happening. When prompted by her ringing alarm, Mary-Ann rose from her bed and turned on the lights. Stumbling around her packed suitcase, she made her way to the bathroom. It was a mess; Mary-Ann had been wetting nearly every evening over the past week. Her anticipation and nervousness would have ruined her sleep and weighed on her mind in the past, but now she would melt it all away after work. She’d hold and squirm all afternoon, only to come home, throw on an old outfit, hop in the shower, and go in her panties. The victims of last night’s escapade still hung from the shower door.

As Mary-Ann sat on the toilet for her morning pee, she wished she could have another wetting before her talk. But sharing a hotel room with Karenna would make it too awkward; not to mention socially unacceptable. Having a legitimate accident is one thing, doing so on purpose was quite another. Mary-Ann was thankful that Karenna had been so forgiving, but to ask her to forgive something so deliberate was to a bridge Mary-Ann wasn’t willing to cross. With an anxiety filled sigh, Mary-Ann released her bladder into the toilet.

It was a curious stream, Mary-Ann could hear it pouring out of her, but two separate rivulets had made their way to her butt cheeks. As she peed, they dripped off of her. It tickled a little. A clear pee, Mary-Ann’s holding did have the side-effect of nearly constant clear urine. Though she hadn’t woken up desperate, her morning stream was quite strong. Though certainly not as exciting as one of her planned wettings, she still appreciated the relief. Mary-Ann watched her pee stream start to end and could feel her bladder deflating back to its normal position. Empty, she started her shower and was ready for her flight towards the next chapter in her life.

The drive to the airport was uneventful, the early morning had little to no traffic except around the airport. Despite requiring an early wake up, Mary-Ann could take solace in the fact that she had beaten the sun up. She was going to meet Karenna at the entrance, and wondered if she would beat her young counterpart to the airport as well.

Mary-Ann was only partially right. Finding a place to park wasn’t difficult, but the walk to the “departures” entrance was much longer than she expected; especially when lugging a cumbersome suitcase, carry-on and her purse with her. By the time she got to the crosswalk, she was glad that she worked-out on a regular basis. She had pack a number of different outfits, for restaurant-wear, for beachwear, her outfit for her talk, casual-wear, she had an outfit or two for nearly everything she expected to do over the four day trip. Not to mention her make-up and toiletries. Looking around, she could see no sign of Karenna. The young women was typically prompt, and Mary-Ann was briefly concerned. She looked at the clock on her phone. She was early. Laughing at herself for forgetting the fact that she set her car clock fifteen minuets ahead to ensure that she’s always early, Mary-Ann sat on a bench and waited.

Karenna was used to early mornings. Not that it made them any easier, but she yawned as she exited her parked car. Grabbing her backpack out of the backseat, part of her questioned if she had brought enough for the four days. She assumed that traveling light would be the best and if it wasn’t for their planned trip to the beach, she certainly wouldn’t have packed her swimsuit. She was to tired to care at this point- she had stayed up too late packing, but dressing in red tracksuit pants and a sweater didn’t exactly make her feel ready to attack the day. She felt even less ready when she saw Mary-Ann waiting for her at the entrance; her boss looked sharp, with her blonde hair down and her casual jean skirt, which worked well with her striped shirt. The two gave each other a friendly hug and walked into airport.

The two ladies checked their bags and made light conversation through security. The lines were longer than one would think at such an early hour of the morning, but the security agents made short work of the mess of people. Karenna wasn’t a fan of the rigmarole that she was subjected to but it only took a few moments before she and Mary-Ann were through security and walking to their gate.  With nearly an hour before their flight, the pair decided to get breakfast. While certainly not a classy meal, it would get the job done. Sitting down at the gate, Mary-Ann asked

“Have you ever flown before?”

“Once, when I was eight or so. If we went anywhere my grandpa would drive us usually.” Karenna sipped her orange juice

“I applied to be a stewardess. Thought it would be fun, you know? See the world, get paid for it and all, but they need their own schooling and I certainly didn’t have time for that in my early twenties.” Mary-Ann was just finishing her water as she finished her sentence.

“I think you did alright boss.” Karenna smiled without showing teeth

“Thanks. And I appreciate the respect but you don’t have to address me as boss. We’re basically equals. In fact, I might be putting someone under you. Sarah recommended her; said you met her. Her name’s Cassie.”

“She went to brunch with us a few weeks ago. Seems like she says the wrong things at the wrong time though, I don’t know if she could really be cut out for this.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Mary-Ann paused as Karenna finished her orange juice. She got up to throw it out Mary-Ann continued “Sarah also mentioned that she’d be here, she’s going to meet up with us after my talk and have dinner with us afterword’s.”

“So that’s why you brought me along, you didn’t want to have to spend a whole evening with her.

Mary-Ann smiled- amused at Karenna’s sense of humor “She’s not that bad. Just not as funny as you.”

“She’s just always been cold with me. The conversation felt like deadweight at brunch. I mean, she didn’t add anything.”

“It’s just the way she carries herself. Her family is very wealthy, she said something about descending from Persian aristocracy or oil money from somewhere over there.” Mary-Ann shrugged “Maybe you could loosen her up”

Karenna raised an eyebrow “What do you mean?”

Mary-Ann was taken aback. “What do you think I mean? Tell some jokes, a good story.” She paused again “You might want to grab some sleep on the plane.”

“I think you’re right.

“Speaking of which, we’re about to board soon” Mary-Ann stood up and the two walked towards the gate.

The two women talked off and on throughout boarding on the plane and taking their seats. An uneventful fight ensued, and neither of the two business women stayed awake. Mary-Ann awoke near the end of the flight, her mouth felt as though it was filed with cotton. She was lucky enough to catch the stewardess on her final round and grabbed a water for herself and an extra for the still sleeping Karenna. As she regained her wits about her, she couldn’t help but notice a slight fullness in her bladder, undoubtably filling from her breakfast. It wouldn’t be a long ride to the resort, and Mary-Ann was sure she could wait.

As the plane was landing, the stewardess was sure to wake up Karenna. In a bad mood from being awoken so unnecessarily she downed the water Mary-Ann had given her in silence. The pair departed the plane as soon as they were able too and Karenna tossed the empty water bottle into a trash can as the two made their way to baggage claim. As the two stood at the luggage carousel, Karenna started to feel her bladder.

“How long of a ride is it to the hotel?”

“Not more than fifteen minutes or so. I can ask the driver when we get to them though.”

“Driver?”

“Yeah, Warner’s people paid for airport transportation and everything. We’ll get our bags here and then find them, they should be holding a sign.”

The two were silent for a moment as they watched an assortment of bags start to trickle in. Karenna broke the silence first.

“I could use a shower or at least change into something more presentable when we get there.”

“I’m pretty hungry, but yeah, we’ll stop at the room, drop our things and you can change before we hit a restaurant. Plus it’ll be good to go up to the room first; I kinda have to pee.” Mary-Ann shifted her weight from one leg to the other as she said this.

Karenna was about to make a comment about Mary-Ann’s accident but thought better of it. With an acute pressure building in her own bladder, she was just happy to have an excuse to pee without being the one to bring it up. Still slightly groggy, Karenna brought up another concern.

“I really don’t want to have to walk anywhere though. Are you sure we can’t just order room service or something?”
Mary-Ann laughed as she grabbed her bag off of the carousel

“One day in and you’re already trying to spend my money?” Smiling she continued “We won’t have to walk that far. It’s a resort and casino, they’ve got more restaurants inside than we do in town. We’ll find a place”

Karenna nodded and finally saw her bag make it’s way down the carousel towards her. Taking her bag, the two walked outside. The first thing that Karenna noticed was the heat. While not debilitating, she had gotten used to the nice brisk air and the dry climate she was in now certainly didn’t recognize fall.  Any temporary discomfort she felt was whisked away when she saw the sleek black luxury SUV and the handsome driver. He held a sign the read Adimari; Mary-Ann’s last name. He greeted the two women and took their bags. Traffic leaving the airport was slow, and Karenna fiddled with one of the complementary water bottles. She wasn’t terribly thirsty, but undoing the cap and taking a drink gave her something to do in the temporary silence. It must have taken ten or so minuets to reach the intersection at the airport entrance. Leaning forward Mary-Ann asked their driver

“How far out are we?”

“Oh, not too far.” He pointed to a large building towering over a downtown. “It’s that one right there. You wouldn’t think that a resort would have worked all the way out here, but I guess that’s why the family that owns it is worth a billion dollars.”

“Thanks, but how much longer until we’re there?” Mary-Ann looked at Karenna and smiled nervously, subtly putting one leg over the over.

“Shouldn’t be more than fifteen minutes. Traffic usually cooperates.”

Karenna shifted in her own seat. This was good news, while she could no longer completely ignore her filling bladder, fifteen minuets were more than bearable.

For Mary-Ann, her hold was still comfortable. The pressure against her privates produced a tingling sensation akin to a fine spice on the tongue. She stared out the window at the people on the sidewalk, part of her wondered if any of them would recognize her. With so little notice, was she even on any of the promotional material? They had asked for a headshot and her permission to use it but that didn’t mean that she would be on every billboard in town. Still, like everyone else in the world, she wondered what fame would be like. And what would they think of her secret? She looked over to Karenna and noticed the black woman’s hand suspiciously lording over her crotch.

“You feeling ok?”

Karenna turned away from the window

“Fine.” She looked a little confused “Why do you ask?”

“You seem quiet is all.”

“Just thinking.”

“Anything you want to share?”

“Yeah, when my friend Nia was in town, I had one chance to really reconnect with her. Show her how much I’ve made of myself. But, I introduced her to Sarah, and she brought along some trainee with a mouth. I think that was a mistake.”

Mary-Ann thought for a moment, legs still crossed, urine comfortably sitting in her bladder.

“Who else could you have introduced Nia to?”

“Well, you.”

“Wouldn’t that be redundant? You’re the expert in that conversation, what would I have added to the meeting?” Mary-Ann was hoping she could lead Karenna to an answer, rather than just tell her.

“I just think your personality would go along well with hers.”

Karenna wasn’t quite getting the lesson “But from a business perspective, you’re adding value by inviting someone else who can add to the conversation. She’s got plenty of experience- are you sure you don’t just have some personal animosity?”

Karenna wasn’t sure. “Maybe. Just something about her I guess.”

“You’ll get to liking her. We’ll see her tomorrow.”

The two were quiet for the rest of the short trip. Karenna was glad; while she wasn’t nearly as desperate as she had been with Nia, which she was sure to omit in her conversation with Mary-Ann, she was intent on getting to the bathroom first. Without an option to just let go like she did with Nia, Karenna knew she had to go badly enough that her bladder might just betray her.

The entrance to the hotel was just as grand as its stature among the other downtown buildings. An opulent building, it stretched miles into the air, unlike any hotel Karenna had ever seen. The carpark was filled with high end luxury cars and the cobbled roads gave the entire complex a feeling of decadence. The interior was just as grand, with a massive chandelier illuminating the many different paths. According to the signs on the walls, the farthest hall led to an open conference room, the one Mary-Ann would soon be speaking in. To her right, a massive open area that led to stores, restaurants and even a botanical garden. To her left; a casino. It was the only way to get to the elevators and had a much lower ceiling that the rest of the opulent buildings. Karenna couldn’t even hear Mary-Ann checking-in over the sound of the machines, begging you to spend money on them. The space was much darker than the rest of the resort as well, the primary source of light was beaming from the screens of the many different betting games. It was a nice distraction for Karenna, she knew no one was pay attention to her thighs that were closed tightly. She did notice Mary-Ann had not uncrossed her legs behind the counter.

Mary-Ann was playing with herself. Not in the way she would have for the first 26 years of her life, that would be undignified. She was pressing the edge of the counter into her swelling bladder, enjoying the small jolts of pain and pleasure she received back. Had she been alone, she would have turned this day into a wetting, but as she turned back towards the elevators, she knew she couldn’t.

“Floor 32. Warner really put us up.” As Mary-Ann spoke, she couldn’t help but notice Karenna’s thighs no-so-subtlety clenched. No way she was holding intentionally, right?

“Restaurants that way, casino that way, bathrooms too if you need one.”

Karenna nodded and thanked Mary-Ann for the observations she had already made. When the two entered the elevator, they shared with a group of business professionals. A moment of awkward silence ensued. One of the men spoke up.

“Is your name Mary-Ann?”

She turned to look at the portly middle-aged man.

“Yes, that’s me.” She smiled pleasantly at him

“You’ve done a great job, I wish I knew at your age what you know. Looking forward to your talk.”

Mary-Ann thanked the man and turned back towards the elevator doors. It wasn’t a few more moments until the elevator reached their floor. Giving her goodbyes to the group, the pair of women exited the elevator into a large windowed hallway.  The detail in the ceiling was just as impeccable. As Mary-Ann lead the way, Karenna spoke up

“Look at you, famous and all”

“I don’t feel like I’m ready for it.” Mary-Ann stopped at the door farthest down the hallway, just before it cornered with a windowless hallway. She waived the keycard in front of the heavy door.

“But even famous people need to pee.” Mary-Ann said as she stepped into the large open living area. Karenna followed

“Um…speaking of that, could I go first?”

“Oh, I won’t be that long. Sorry, been holding it since the we were on the plane.” Mary-Ann lifted her luggage onto one of the two beds.

Karenna grimaced as Mary-Ann locked the bathroom door behind her; it was adjacent to their bedroom. This wasn’t like her situation with Nia, where she could use the sound and sight of another woman pissing to her advantage. As she tossed her backpack onto the free bed, she held her crotch tight and prepared to battle with her bladder.

The first thing Mary-Ann noticed was the size of the bathroom. It was nearly as big as the one in her apartment. She admired the size of the shower and the free soap as she pulled down her panties. Her fun for the day over, she bid farewell to her slight desperation and watched a flow of urine leave her privates. Mary-Ann made a gentle moan as pleasure radiated from her emptying bladder. The wetness of her pee was gentle against her bare skin. As the toilet water met her water, it began to discolor, turning a light yellow. Continuing her release, Mary-Ann wondered anyone in that elevator had any idea that she had to pee. The thought excited her as her stream began to weaken.

The sound was unbearable. Karenna could hear her through the door. While the young professional had her hand jammed in and against her womanhood, she was unable to stop listening to her boss pee. Her desperation now beyond what she thought she could handle, and Karenna was worried. She knew this about herself, why didn’t she do something about it? Why couldn’t she wait like everyone else? What made her bladder want to release along with another girl’s? She cursed her sympathetic bladder. She could focus on unpacking. With her free hand, she grabbed a shirt and attempted to put it away. As she turned to put it back in her side of the dresser, the movement caused her to inadvertently leak. She hated the fact that she could hear Mary-Ann peeing. She tossed the shirt into the dresser and removed her hand from her groin. She covered her ears to stop the torture. By removing her hands, she removed her protection. This time a longer spirt made its way out. She was out of time. Shoving both hands back into her crotch; the only logical thing she could think of, was to beg. Waddling to the door, she rapped on the door with her knuckles.

“Mary-Ann…could you please hurry…I…I’m…” She felt her panties warming. She was losing the battle

Mary-Ann heard her, the poor labored voice. She had no idea Karenna was that desperate. While not quite done herself, she wasn’t about to delay her agonized colleague. Mary-Ann squeezed her muscles tight, stopping her flow.

“Just a second.” Mary-Ann stood up and cleaned herself quickly, using only one square

Out of a force of habit, she unlocked the door. Karenna nearly took her arm off as she flung the door open. As Mary-Ann prepared to wash her hands, Karenna whipped down her track pants and started the most forceful pee Mary-Ann had ever witnessed outside of her own.

The relief of making it and the satisfaction of her easing muscles forced Karenna to moan. Out loud, over her hissing slit she noted

“Oh man…I had to piss so bad!” Her closed eyes and ample spray confirmed it

“I’m sorry.” Mary-Ann turned off the tap “I had no idea it was that bad.”

Karenna leaned back, the jet of desperately held pee overlapping with Mary-Ann’s. She didn’t pee nearly as long as Mary-Ann did, and as her boss gingerly and apologetically walked out of the bathroom, she was starting to finish. She exhaled deeply. Karenna had thought for a moment that she wasn’t going to make it. As her forceful stream started to trickle and drip, she surveyed the damage. Her pants were still dry from what she could see, but her purple panties were dark in the crotch. How could she hide this from Mary-Ann? As she debated with herself she felt another urge as she always did and released another few seconds of pee into the well-filled toilet bowl. Now finished, she wadded up her toilet paper and flushed. Thinking quickly she dropped her pants and panties. Tossing the soiled underwear into a corner, she pulled her pants back up. Mary-Ann was observing the living area. Karenna spoke first.

“Thanks boss. I was worried there for a second.”

“I told you, you shouldn’t have to call me that anymore.”

“Yeah.” Karenna shrugged. “But it’s your nickname now, whether you want it or not.”

Looking away, Mary-Ann smiled. Nicknames were for friends.

Edited October 22, 2021 by knockonthedoor (see edit history)

[Bucketman 19]

This was a really nice section.

Since you mentioned requests, is there any way you could include a bedwetting in an interlude? If so then thank you.

[knockonthedoor 952]

A/N: This has to be my Magnum opus. A long scene, it not only includes 3 peeing scenes, but 2 wetting scenes as well. If you are not into humiliation or beration, the ending could be a little off putting. But I assure you it is not only important story-wise, it doesn't last long. Plus it was fun to write. I know this came late but I was not expecting this part of the story to take so long. Next update will be either 10/26/2021 or 10/27/2021 depending on IRL work schedule. Others have also gotten their requests in for special scenes/scenarios during the interlude, so if you have an idea, be sure to let me know!

Chapter 3.2: The First Day of the Rest of Their Lives 

Karenna awoke to the sound of an unlocking door. The room was dark, and for a moment, she didn’t remember where she was. Red light pierced the dark room; she looked at the alarm clock. It was around 9 o’clock in the morning. In a rush, Karenna rolled out of the spacious bed and flung open the heavy curtains. The natural light nearly blinded her and the heat from the intense sun was immediately present on the expansive windows. Mary-Ann was already up, her bed an unkempt mess; one that was clearly slept in. Yawning, Karenna grabbed the same red track pants she had worn on the plane- she wasn’t about to greet her boss in panties.

Mary-Ann was reading at the moderately sized table in the center of the living area. The large windows gave plenty of light and the morning sun bounced off of the small balcony. As the door to their bedroom opened, Mary-Ann took a break from reading.

“Jet-lag get to you?”

“The what?”

“Whenever you fly long distances, it can get you. Makes me sleep way to long.”

Karenna nodded, still half asleep. She yawned again. Mary-Ann spoke again

“I’m just glad you didn’t sleep too long. Can’t go this whole trip without working.”

Karenna blinked in an attempt to adjust to the light “Just don’t expect a full day out of me. Is there any coffee in here?”

“Not from what I could tell. But there’s a chain on the other side of the casino. If you’re going to get it, I’d go for it now. It made me have to pee like a racehorse this morning, and I doubt the venue’s going to have readily available bathrooms.” Mary-Ann of course was omitting the fact that she had held her morning pee until after she had gotten her coffee to the room and finished it.

“They don’t have bathroom’s in the conference hall?” Karenna was worried

“No, I’m sure they do. But a thousand or more people in one space is hard to plan for. I’m sure there’ll be a wait.”

Karenna nodded, unsure of how to add to the conversation. Mary-Ann thought of a funny anecdote.

“I’m actually surprised you didn’t wake up when I rushed in there. I was all ready to apologize when I came out and you didn’t even budge.” Mary-Ann smiled, anticipating a laugh from Karenna. It disappeared when the latter nodded again.

Karenna was unsure how to respond, more to herself than to Mary-Ann. The thought of her boss being so desperate again. The image of Mary-Ann’s wet pantyhose those few months ago weaseled its way into her minds eye. She could see the dark wet patch on her boss’s skirt again. The way her piss had turned one of her legs nearly-see through; while just smaller patches ran down her other leg. She felt the way she felt that day. Strange. Karenna wasn’t sure what she felt but it wasn’t disgust or even a humorous memory. It was different than all the rest. In the absence of knowing her own emotions she chose to run. Run away from this topic. She changed the subject, she pointed to Mary-Ann’s book.

“What are you reading? Looks interesting.” Karenna didn’t mind reading, but she wanted her mind off of what ever emotions she could feel.

“It’s a book on psychology. It is interesting, but a little dry.”

“Shouldn’t you be prepping for your talk?” Karenna still couldn’t get her mind to forget about Mary-Ann’s mishap

“It’s more of an interview-style talk. I think he’ll just through me some softballs. I’m more worried about the amount of people that’ll be watching me than the questions he’ll be asking.”

“You’ll do fine boss. You have a way with words.”

Mary-Ann smiled without taking her eyes off of her book.

“You know, I doubt I’d be here without your support.” She turned her head towards Karenna “I’d say you were a pretty good first hire.”

Karenna thanked her, and Mary-Ann reminded her that she needed to get ready soon so that she could get into her professional clothes for her talk. Despite the friendly banter, Karenna certainly didn’t want to make her late, nor did she like being late herself. Even on vacation. Showering was a good idea, especially because it gave Karenna a chance to relieve herself of her morning pee.

Karenna walked back into their room and grabbed her clothes for the day from her backpack. A pair of light grey panties were going to be hidden beneath her tight kaki pants. They were her favorite dress pants. Not only did they hug her legs tightly, but the back pockets gave them an edge over most women’s clothing. She topped off the outfit with a white blouse and a navy blue sport coat. Grabbing the entire concoction, Karenna made her way into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Her pants were soon draped around her ankles and she sat her bare bottom down on the porcelain.

While she wasn’t desperate by any means, it didn’t take much for her to start peeing. A short yellow stream sprung out from her womanhood, saturating her dark skin and yellowing the water below her. The only sound that she could hear was the splashing of the bowl below her. As she felt it begin to end, her stream instead broke into a second weaker dribble that tickled her more sensitive skin. Eventually her yellow pee subsided and Karenna got up to turn on the shower.  Sliding out of her shirt she was now fully nude as she sat back down on the toilet. She always had an extra second or two of piss that she needed to expel after her initial release. Sometimes it was immediate, and sometimes she had to wait for an extra moment. As the room warmed from the heat of the shower, Karenna started to warm her genitals with her second stream. It wasn’t more than a quick splash into the bowl and a number of drops that escaped her.

The shower water was warm as she shut the door behind her. It drowned out the flushing of the toilet. As Karenna washed her pussy with the running water, she wondered about her second stream that always followed her first. She thought about her sympathetic bladder, how she could stand the sound of another woman peeing. However, these thoughts didn’t last long, against her wishes her mind wandered back to Mary-Ann. Maybe her boss had those same problems. Karenna pushed the thought away. It came back. She tried to distract herself by lathering her body in soap. No luck. She remembered cleaning her boss’s rug. Her mind went back to those same thoughts. What would it feel like to piss herself? More importantly, what did it look like while Mary-Ann was peeing her pantyhose. Absent mindedly, Karenna was sensually playing with her breast. What if the roles were reversed? She imagined Mary-Ann yelling at her, berating her, then comforting her. She was aroused, her soft genitals now moist with lust. She stopped. Those thoughts, her boss. It was too dirty. Mary-Ann would never know how much she meant to Karenna; how badly the young woman wanted to be like her. Karenna shouldn’t think of her that way.

Mary-Ann was trying to focus on reading. While she hadn’t had all that much to drink since this morning’s hold, she was keeping in whatever hadn’t been released in her desperate morning rush. While it was still just as comfortable as any of her other holds the running water wasn’t helping. Mary-Ann looked at her watch. It was quarter after 10. Karenna had been in there for an hour, surely she’d be done soon. So Mary-Ann sat for a little while longer, her hand occasionally protecting her crotch. She was comfortably holding her pee.

By the time Karenna had cut the water off it was just over half past 10. Another fifteen minuets had passed and not only was Mary-Ann hoping that she could find a moment to relieve the pressure she felt, but it was nearly time for her to show up backstage. She put the book down on the table, no longer interested in reading. Preening her white dress pants she exhaled into a growing anxiety. Public speaking, little preparation, and a growing desperation were a terrible combination that was brewing for Mary-Ann. She stood up and began to pace. Partly to distract herself from her desperation and partly to ease her growing anxiety. She checked her watch again. She had to be backstage in just ten minutes. If she didn’t say something now, she knew she would regret it. Walking back into their room she turned and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Hey, I’ve got to leave in 10. Any chance I could get in there soon?”

Karenna unlocked the door and pushed it a bit to open it. She was dressed and finishing her makeup.

“I’m going to be a bit longer than 10. Are you comfortable if I look the other way boss?” Karenna had her own motivations

Mary-Ann thought for a moment. She would either have to get herself back stage, prepped with a microphone and hope that she could find a way to relieve herself or she could get over any temporary embarrassment and relive herself near Karenna. She was reassured by the thought that it couldn’t be any worse than what Karenna had already seen. Mary-Ann opened the door the rest of the way.

In front of the toilet she pulled at her zipper. Nothing. She tugged again. Nothing. She grabbed it with her fingers and pulled again. Nothing still. The strain of pulling on her zipper caused her to grunt and her exertions were obvious.

“Karenna.” She paused, it was a little awkward “My zipper’s stuck. Could you help?”

Karenna was still adjusting her makeup when she stopped. “Uhm...yeah. Sure”

Mary-Ann tried to lighten to situation. She said warmly “Not in the job description, I know.”

Karenna turned and bent forward, grabbing at her boss’s zipper. She felt those feelings again. Cringing at herself internally she jimmied her boss’s zipper. As she played with the jammed fastener, she couldn’t help but brush up against Mary-Ann’s lady parts. Just a graze or a sweep- she was just working the zipper, after all. Pressing against the teeth of the zipper she finally tugged the fastener free. She wasn’t sure what caused the issue.

Mary-Ann thanked her as she pulled down her pants. She had pink panties on, and Karenna could see that she shaved. Before Mary-Ann pulled them down she asked

“Could I have a little privacy please? I don’t mind if you need to finish your make-up, but it’d help if you didn’t stare.”

“Right. Sorry.” Karenna had gotten lost in thought. Mary-Ann was going to pee in front of her, unknowingly playing into Karenna’s shower fantasy. The black woman would have to be cool. Once Mary-Ann started, she was afraid of getting wet in another way. Thinking quickly, she started the hair dryer. She was going to have to do so anyway.

As the noise of the hairdryer reverberated off of the bathroom walls, Mary-Ann released the hold on her second pee of the day. She couldn’t hear her urine leave her body, but as she felt the pressure from her bladder exercise itself, she couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling. Not wanting to look at Karenna anyway, she looked downwards, observing her stream. It was strong and clear, her reward for leading a healthy lifestyle. As her bladder deflated, she looked at her watch. She still had time to make it backstage, a benefit of having the venue inside the hotel. As she finished up, she contracted her muscles again to make sure she was empty, and briefly renewed her strong stream. It only lasted a few seconds before dying back down. The same powerful force that had expelled the rest of her morning coffee and water was now just a trickle. Refreshed, Mary-Ann dried herself with a square of toilet paper and flushed. Standing, she pulled her panties and pants back over herself.

“Sorry it had to be that awkward Karenna. But thanks for helping me with this zipper.” She gestured towards her pants. “Truth be told, I’d rather not have had to run to a production assistant or something.”

Karenna could hardly hear her over the hair dryer but let Mary-Ann know it wasn’t a big deal. She suppressed her actual thoughts on the subject. More for her sake than Mary-Ann’s. Continuing the one-way conversation Mary-Ann said

“I’ve got to go down and get ready. You’ve got about two hours before I’m on stage, do you need anything before I go?”

Karenna shook her head, and wished Mary-Ann good luck.  Her boss made her way out of the room while Karenna turned off the hair dryer to let her hair dry the rest of the way naturally and started to finish her make-up. After applying a touch of her light red lipstick, she was ready to finally eat. One of the hotel restaurants would do just fine.

It was a pain to manipulate  her way through the crowds. Shoving through people entering and exiting through the same four grand door was indicative of the crowded venue. The auditorium was as opulent as the rest of the resort, and the massive room surrounded the stage with seating on nearly every side. Mary-Ann couldn’t help but notice that there was just two wash closets on either side of the room with the lines stretching at least twenty people deep. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction that she had made the right choice in going before she got here. Stepping down the staired aisleway she gave her credentials to the security guard at the bottom of the amphitheater seats.

Karenna found the entire place a bizarre maze of people. Like shopping on black Friday, it was as if every family or group at the resort had decided to eat or attend the event at the same time. She checked her phone. She still had about an hour before she needed to be there. Maneuvering her way towards the complex of restaurants wasn’t easy. She had to moving in the same direction as the pool area, and the wide hallways were slow moving. After passing the doors to access the pool, she made her way to a large circular area that housed nearly any eatery that one could desire. Large enough to require two floors, the entire area felt like it was heated by the glass ceiling that let the nearly-afternoon sun bare down on it. The center fountain and faux-fauna gave the entire space an air of sophistication that was missing from the casino side. Karenna chose a bistro that seemed a little less crowded that the rest of the restaurants. She was told her wait wouldn’t be that long.

The workers backstage were very friendly to Mary-Ann. The microphone fit snuggly on her grey pinstripe blouse. Unless you were looking for it, you wouldn’t be able to see it. She was nearly alone in the makeshift common area. A few production assistants, security guards and showrunners were scattered about. Others were more interested in the food table. A Surprisingly enough she heard a new voice greet her by name.

“Mary-Ann, your reputation proceeds you. So glad you could make it.” Steven Warner extended his hand.

“Well, when someone asks you to come speak at an event like this, you don’t turn them down. And I wasn’t about to show up late.” Mary-Ann was hoping that cam off as a complement.

Warner smiled like a used car salesman. Now off stage, his Kentucky drawl was much more pronounced. He asked her if she had tried any of the food, motioning to the tables. Having just gotten finished setting up, Mary-Ann told him that she had not. He continued

“Feel free to pick at anything you like. Champagne is there if you need to calm your nerves of celebrate a job well done. Your plus one, or family is also welcome back here.”

“I’m not so sure Champagne is for calming the nerves.” Mary-Ann gave a perplexed look. “But thanks, I’ll bring some people down beforehand.”

“I’m more game for bourbon myself, but nonetheless, I know this can be stressful. I have all the confidence in you that you’ll be fine.” He pointed to his forehead “But the mind is a fickle and funny thing Ms. Adimari.” He pointed towards her “Don’t let it trick you now.”

“I know who I am. I know I deserve to be here Mr. Warner.” She was trying to sound confident, but instead sounded incensed.

Warner spoke to her gently “If I didn’t think you were ready I wouldn’t have invited you. We have quite a few young people in the audience today, and I just know their going to be inspired by you. You’re an inspiring person Mary-Ann.”

Mary-Ann nodded and smiled. For someone who dressed like a car salesmen and spoke like a southern politician, he certainly knew how to make you feel important. Before she could say a word he continued

“Now, when we get out there, I like to present things as friendly. I intend to give you a professional hug, but I don’t want you thinking I’m being fresh now. Is that alright with you?”

“Sure. You didn’t need to ask- I trust you.”

“I don’t need to, but I want to. I would hope my daughters would get the same treatment.”

Mary-Ann couldn’t help but appreciate the gentleman. He excused himself to get back on stage. As he was leaving, Mary-Ann received a text from Sarah. The two chatted about Mary-Ann’s newfound respect for Warner and decided that Sarah was going to meet her backstage just before Mary-Ann went on. Grabbing a water bottle from the table Mary-Ann tried to mentally prepare herself.

“Would you care for another orange juice miss?”

“No, thanks, a water will do just fine.” Karenna finally felt normal again and was enjoying the time to herself. Though eating outside the restaurant in a railed off area almost made her feel like she was in a food court, the fake plants provided some shelter from the main foot traffic. Her breakfast was one of the best meals she may have ever had. Everything had been prepared just the way she liked it, and once she added a dash of extra salt it had every flavor she wanted. Though it had made her thirsty, and the cute water was bringing her second water over. Aside from finishing her orange juice, Karenna still felt like she needed an extra kick. She had passed a small coffee kiosk on the way to the rotunda, and planned to make a visit after breakfast.

With just fifteen minutes to go before she got on stage, Mary-Ann wondered where Sarah and Karenna were or if the two had even met up. She sent a group text to both of them. Karenna was the first to respond

In a line just out front. Be there soon.

Mary-Ann understood what she meant and after finishing another bottle of water she hoped her bladder wouldn’t give her any trouble. She wasn’t even that thirsty, but it was something to occupy her mind. Her phone pinged her with another text. Sarah this time

Just coming to the doors now, I’ll meet Karenna first and head your way.

Mary-Ann started to pace backstage. There wasn’t much to think about now.

Karenna’s hand was getting cold. Her iced coffee was a well-received pick-me-up, but her 2 glasses of water and a glass of orange juice were starting to work on her bladder. While not desperate by any means. Karenna was not about to suffer during Mary-Ann’s talk. The line was long though, Karenna was hoping to meet Mary-Ann before she went on stage, but that was becoming less and less likely as the movement was slow. As she drank from her plastic coffee cup she felt a presence behind her. Turning around, she saw Sarah, extending her hand to shake Karenna’s. As the two shook hands, Karenna met her almond eyes, staring back at them with her own. Sarah’s styled, shoulder-length black hair looked nearly perfect. It was quite the accent to her tight blue dress which showed her massive D-cup breasts. Sarah spoke directly, hardly showing her perfect teeth.

“Mary-Ann sent us both a text, did you get it?”

“Yeah, I just needed a break first.”

“That can wait, neither of us want to be laggards. C’mon” Without waiting for Karenna’s response she started to walk towards the entrance, expecting Mary-Ann’s understudy to follow. Taking one last glance at the line, Karenna obliged.

Sarah outpaced her the entire way though the crowd. With people starting to take their seats, Karenna had to maneuver her way towards the stairs in the furthest isle. It wasn’t until they reached the security guard at the lowest level that she was able to catch up.

“We’re with Mary-Ann.”

“Sorry, can’t let you through on that.”

Karenna felt annoyed. She wasn’t even going to be let through, nor could she now get back in line before the start of Mary-Ann’s talk.

“It’s alright, they’re with me.”

She heard Mary-Ann call to the security guard as she was walking over to them, obviously in a time crunch. When the security guard let them through, Mary-Ann gave Sarah a quick platonic hug. She smiled at Karenna. Sarah congratulated Mary-Ann on her accomplishment and the trio walked back stage. Mary-Ann introduced them to some of the people working the technical pieces and equipment. They were all busy, but Mary-Ann had made friends fast. Showing her tendencies as a lawyer, Sarah eyed the Champagne and hurried over to the pre-filled glasses. Mary-Ann turned to Karenna

“See, she’s not so bad. Did you two have a chance to chat?”

“Yeah for about 2 seconds. All she did was drag me away from the bathroom.” Karenna finished her iced coffee

“It’s not like we had a ton of time, you’ll warm up to her, I promise.”

Sarah returned with three glass, each bubbling in a celebratory manner. She handed one to Mary-Ann and Karenna. Raising her own glass in a small toast she proclaimed

“Here’s to the first day of the rest of your life Mary-Ann. May we all grow to enjoy it.”

Karenna nearly threw up as the carbonation ran down her throat. Not only was the drink bitter, but the lack of sugar that came with most wines was off putting. She stomached it for the rest of the group though.

“Why is that stuff used for toasts? It has to be the worst thing ever.” Mary-Ann’s face showed her displeasure.

Sarah seemed unfazed “There’s nothing wrong with tradition.” She put her hand on Mary-Ann shoulder

“Now go out there and show the world who you are.”

Mary-Ann smiled as Sarah and Karenna left to take their seats. She ascended the stairs behind the stage backdrop. Eying the program director, she waited for a cue from the older woman. As the butterflies in her stomach fluttered about, time seemed to stand still. She stood, hearing the muffled voices and booming microphones. Warner was starting his introduction. A story, fictionalized or not it was a nice anecdote to describe Mary-Ann’s career. The program director looked over. Mary-Ann nodded. Fear, stress, anxiety; all of those distractions had to be put away now. It was showtime. As her name was broadcast over the microphones, she stepped out on stage. A blaze of colors and hype music followed her. Warner gave her his hug. All of her worry was at the back of her mind. She chose to attack the situation. Sitting down however, she felt like her bladder was going to make its presence known. The water and Champagne mix was an unpleasant one. Lucky, she had an audience to talk to.

The first twenty minutes or so went by quickly. The energy that was broadcast through the music and lights made Mary-Ann’s entrance and her opening answers that much more engaging. Karenna knew her well, but Mary-Ann’s early life was fascinating. It was like watching an idol, she seemed larger than life. But time also reminded her that her last visit to the bathroom was over two hours ago, and while that wouldn’t have been a problem if she had been drinking normally, the drinks she had downed had been processed. Her bladder was reminding her that at this point in its fullness, she normally would have voided it at this point. But this wasn’t a normal day. Karenna shifted in her seat, hoping her boss was having a better time.

Until now Mary-Ann had been enjoying herself. She spoke in platitudes about hard work and related them to her life story. While the questions were not difficult, they had been introspective. She could feel the audience hanging on her words. But Mary-Ann knew that none of them were aware that she had to pee. Not Warner, not those who were backstage, not even her colleagues. The pure naughtiness of it nearly made her wet for another reason. She was smart, composed, and invigorating on the outside. But inside she could feel her bladder kicking against her muscles. Though these thoughts were usually enough for her to sustain a long hold, the champagne had not been so kind. Rather than just the water pressing on her abdomen, Mary-Ann could start to feel pain at the sides of the same area. Normally this was her cue to either find a bathroom or wet herself, whichever she had in mind. But as she discreetly folded one leg over the other in her chair, she had neither in mind.

“About how long has it been?” Karenna leaned over and whispered to Sarah.

“A little rude, aren’t you?” Sarah’s face proved her indignation

“No, its not that.” Karenna wasn’t about to tell her how bad she had to piss. Even if it was Sarah’s fault. “I…I’m just uncomfortable in these chairs. Bad knee” She lied

“You’re too young for that. Here; rub your knuckles against your back. Right here.” Sarah demonstrated the motion

Karenna followed the motion, but as she pressed into her back it was as thought she had pushed her water forward. She cringed and shot her body forward. Rubbing her thighs together in an odd attempt to repel her advancing urine. Having not gotten an answer from Sarah, she checked her phone. The hour was just past halfway. Karenna clenched her thighs together and pressed her womanhood into the edge of the seat. As she was putting her phone into her back pocket, Sarah scolded

“Put that away. At least pretend you’re paying attention.”

Karenna could only mumble an apology. Fear now gripped the young black woman.

As Mary-Ann finished her answer to a question, she couldn’t help but shift and cross her legs in another way. She felt bloated; heavy even, and she had no idea how long she had been talking. She felt as though her energy had dropped, as she was now focused almost entirely on holding back her floodwaters. Part of her wondered if she would be as desperate if she could use her hands to hold herself, but there was no way she was about to do that in front of one thousand or more people. As she prayed that her pelvic exercises would save her, she squeezed and contracted her walls in hopes that they could do the trick. She was sure her tight pants were showing off these contractions. But she was confident they were hidden.

“…Do you have any thoughts on that.” Warner was trying to lead her in a response to a question she hadn’t been paying attention to.

Mary-Ann took a sip from her water and pretended to be contemplative.

“You know Steven. That’s a great question. This is what I call a teachable moment in my office. You don’t always have to answer right away. Do you remember the old sales trick, ‘sell me this pen’?”

Steven nodded

“That exercise is about the question, not the answer, isn’t it?”

“And this is how you built your real estate portfolio over the past three years?”

“Everything is a sale, I don’t care what it is. You always have to sell, how do you do that, and how well you do that will determine your success. You ask questions.” She paused for effect. “The wisest person always asks the most questions, isn’t that right?” As she motioned to the crowd, and uproar and applause rocked the room.

“Did you write that down?” Sarah whispered over to Karenna

Karenna was too busy shoving both hands into her crotch and rocking back and forth into her seat to have heard what Mary-Ann said. She half mumbled a reply. Having lost track of time, Karenna’s mind could only concentrate on one thing and that was not releasing her pee. Of all the times she had been desperate in her life, she couldn’t think of one that was worse. It hurt. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. I really have to pee. The same two phrases dominated Karenna’s mind. Desperately, she checked her phone for the time. It should almost be over. She waited; trying to be the good understudy that she was. Trying to do what Sarah wanted. She stayed seated for another moment. Was it two minutes? One? Five? She didn’t know anymore. She couldn’t take it. Legs still crossed, she gingerly stood up. Sarah grabbed her wrist.

“What do you think you’re doing? You think Mary-Ann would walk out on you like that?”

Karenna wasn’t going to hide it any more. She stood pretzel legged, both hands hugged her crotch. She spoke in a labored voice, the strain was great.

“Please. I. Have. To. Pee. So bad right now. It won’t be too-“ Sarah cut her off. Her tone aggressive and annoyed

“You don’t think I’m in the same boat? Start acting like the woman of stature that you are. Sit down and hold it.”

“I…I don’t think I can sit. I…I might lose…it.” Karenna could feel the heat rush into her face. Admitting her need was bad enough. Admitting she was about to piss her pants was even worse.

“Look, I don’t ca-“ Sarah was cut off by cheers and applause. A recorded voice boomed over the load speaker announcing Mary-Ann’s name again and asking for another applause for her. The crowd was more than happy to whistle and express their emotions. Sarah stood, still holding Karenna by the wrist, as she walked the two of them up the aisle.

As Mary-Ann hustled backstage, she stole a moment to hold herself. She continued to move down the steps and towards the back of the stage, her hand holding her lady parts. Hoping no one would be paying attention to her, her hopes were dashed when the same production assistant that had signaled for her to go on stage called to her.

“Hey Mary-Ann, we’re going to need that mic!”

Mary-Ann had forgotten her lapel. Thankfully she hadn’t said anything off-color or the entire crowd would know. As the assistant caught up with her, the other woman switched off Mary-Ann’s microphone, hitting Mary-Ann with her ponytail in the process. The woman was moving fast. Jokingly she said

“You’re not trying to steal from us, are you now?”

Nervously she chuckled at the bad joke. She asked a more pertinent question

“Is there like a private bathroom we can use back here?”

“No. Trust me I wish. Try going the whole day without one- I don’t have any time for it myself.”

Clearly happy to have someone to sympathize with, the other woman started to show more signs of desperation. As she unclipped Mary-Ann’s pack from her pocket, she crossed her legs and bounced a little.

“I’m sorry, I thought they would at least have a porta-potty or something.” Now more comfortable with being open with this women, Mary-Ann clutched herself again.

“This resort has zero bathrooms.” Before walking off she added “I might have to piss into my heels.” She pointed towards a side door “Oh, and stars go through there so they don’t get mobbed. Especially if you’re needed to get back to your room.”

The point was vague, and as Mary-Ann surveyed the backstage area, she tapped her own heel in desperation. The seats were propped up by a cement wall. It only stretched out in a half circle, so when Mary-Ann did finally spot the door on the side of the seating support, she couldn’t wait to run over to it. Instantly recognizing her, the guard unlocked the door for her. It was clearly a service area. But it was only dimly lit. Mary-Ann was seriously considering squatting on the floor when she heard a voice.

“Excuse me miss? The exits up here.” A security guard in plain view stood at the top of an incline.

Happy to have decided not to drop her pants and squat right in front of this man, Mary-Ann walked up the short incline.

“Where you headed?”

“Back to my room, trying not to get mobbed by a thousand people.” And I really have to pee! She thought to herself

“Warner’s people go this way.” He pointed towards a series of brightly lit hallways. Thanking the man, Mary-Ann dashed off down the halls.

They were not nearly as opulent as the rest of the resort, but they clearly served a purpose. Sound equipment, sound engineers, and camera operators were all huddled in different rooms. Making sure there machine were running at peak efficiency. Removing her hand from her crotch and attempting to look dignified, Mary-Ann asked

“Where’s the exit?”

“Straight ahead, you can’t miss it Brings you out near the food court.”

As she thanked the man, she thanked her luck. Outside the venue seating was sure to have a bathroom with a shorter line.

It didn’t take her long to reach the exit. She opened the door without many people noticing or caring who she was. At the moment, Mary-Ann didn’t care either. Now was her chance to relieve herself and then find Sarah and Karenna. It wasn’t a moment after she finished the thought that she got a call from Sarah. She had to pick it up.

“Hey, where are you?”

“Just outside the doors, I was about to head up the room before I got noticed.” She lied

“Hang on, we’ll come to you.”

Karenna couldn’t stand up straight. At least Sarah had released her wrist as soon as the had gotten into crowd, but Karenna’s slowing movement held the two back. Keeping her eyes focused on the blue dress that Sarah was waiting help Karenna, in a hunched over state, to wade her way through the throngs of people. She wasn’t even sure where they were going. Out the doors. Progress. Karenna saw the bathroom lines, she had to make it back the room, there was no chance she could last in one of those lines. Spotting Sarah’s blue dress again, she tried to stand up as straight as her swollen abdomen would allow. Her bladder felt like a rock. Sarah was walking towards a small crowd of people, and Karenna was walking as fast as she could to catch up.

As Mary-Ann was trying to shake hands and thank the small number of people that had begun to surround her, she saw Sarah in her blue dress walking towards her. The lawyer pushed her way through the crowd, drawing eyes from some of the men. Mary-Ann hadn’t spotted Karenna. Sarah gave her a quick hug and started to dissipate the crowd. Her legs still bouncing in an effort to keep her urine in, Mary-Ann asked

“Where’s Karenna? Wasn’t she with you? She was just a moment ago. She may have ducked o- there she is.” Sarah pointed to a limping black women in khakis. Worried for her protégé, Mary-Ann sped-walked up to her.

“Hey, Karenna, you don’t look so great, are you ok?”

She looked up at Mary-Ann, her eyes wide. Nearly pleading with her boss. She stopped near Mary-Ann and instantly shot her hands into her crotch. Mary-Ann knew what was wrong.

“I have to. Piss. Really badly.” Karenna’s voice labored over every word.

To both Mary-Ann and Karenna’s surprise, Mary-Ann put her own situation bluntly “Me too. Let’s get upstairs, and fast.”

Sarah made a face, though Karenna couldn’t make out whether or not she was upset at the crude language or the fact that Karenna was unabashedly holding herself in the middle of a resort. Karenna didn’t care. So long as she could walk, she was confident she would make it. As the trio approached the elevators, that confidence began to wane. Every step had begun to send pain down her entire spine. Karenna could only feel agony in her desire to hold it. As the three waited for the elevators, there wasn’t much Karenna could do to ease the worst pain she had felt in recent memory. However, she felt as though one wrong move would be the most embarrassing mistake of her life. They didn’t have wait long for the elevator, but in that time all she could do was pretzel her legs and lower her body into a quasi-squat. It hurt. It hurt badly. The ding of the elevator was a call from an Angel. What luck she had today- it was one just for them. Sarah first, then Mary-Ann walked into the opulent space. Karenna hobbled her way through. As the door closed Sarah spoke

“You two were quite the spectacle.”

Karenna hurt too much to respond. She hurt too much to even notice Mary-Ann’s own dance. The latter spoke up

“I doubt anyone noticed. And right now, I don’t care if anyone does notice.” She put her hand on Karenna’s back. Her muscles were all at attention, tight and stiff.

“You’re going to make it. It’s going to be alright. You’re strong, we’re almost there.” Mary-Ann could feel Karenna trembling. Her body was warm and clammy to the touch.

Karenna could only manage a loud exhale. She sucked her breath in. She told herself that she was not about to lose it here. Not now. But it hurt. The elevator was reaching floor 32. Maybe if she just let a little out, she could make it the rest of the way.

Mary-Ann was desperate. But he only concern right now was for Karenna. The poor woman was staring down the elevator number. She looked towards Mary-Ann, her brown eyes told the whole story. Fear, anguish and pain were all on display. Mary-Ann heard her take air in- as though she was shocked. Like a whispered yelp, Karenna turned her gaze towards Mary-Ann. A plea.

Looking down Mary-Ann could see a dark patch forming on the crotch of the young woman’s khakis. The tan pants showed everything. Karenna was only making noise in syllables. Clutching the spreading darkness, it seemed to stop as it reached her right leg. The elevator dinged. They were on the right floor.

Karenna couldn’t believe how good that felt. Once she felt it going down her leg she had done her best to stop it. As the doors opened her wet panties and damp crotch taunted her. She could be relieved from this torture if she would only let go. Defying herself, she didn’t. Sarah held the door. Mary-Ann dashed out, hands cupping her own privates. Karenna could hardly walk, her tired muscles now had a taste of relief. Sarah stepped out. Karenna followed down the hallway.

Mary-Ann swiped the keycard and Sarah was about to hold the door when Karenna mustered her strength for one final appeal.

“I…can’t…I won’t m-make i-it. The bathroom…the corner…please Sarah.” Karenna pointed around the next hallway where there was an extra restroom for the floor’s guests.

Sarah closed the door to their room and led the desperate Karenna around the corner without saying a word.

Mary-Ann ran passed the living area and through their bedroom. She threw open the bathroom door and saw her salvation. Quickly lifting the seat, she felt a dripple escape her privates and begin to wet her panties. She went to unzip her pants. Stuck. She jimmied them again. Stuck. As a streak of pee began to run down Mary-Ann’s leg as she let go of her jammed zipper. To no one in particular she called out

“Screw this.”

Kicking off her heels, she jumped into the shower behind her, and relaxed. Not caring about the consequences, Mary-Ann started to pee in her dress pants. Moaning in relief and filled with the joy of her secret naughty pleasure, she closed her eyes. She could feel it warming her legs. It was running through her panties and splattering the shower floor with a loud, distinctive smack. She was used to it, but the fact that she figured Sarah and Karenna were right outside the door made it even more pleasurable. Leaning against the shower wall, Mary-Ann reopened her eyes. She saw a massive wet patch on her crotch which then had two destructive flows down each leg. Her pee was making her white pants see through, and the color of her pink panties was obvious to anyone with eyes. She could feel the flowing urine wetting the backs of her legs as well, which met with her pee that had moved down her thighs. They both met at the cuffs of her pant legs and created a flow over each foot. Her puddle was quickly draining out of the shower. Even as she was finishing adding to it, Mary-Ann began to rub at her crotch, spreading the remaining pee stream around her entire nether region. She had mostly finished soiling her dress pants, but couldn’t help snaking a hand down the front of the ruined pants to play with herself. She was now incredibly horny.

Karenna could see the bathroom door. Her legs were shaking against her own wishes. Every muscle wanted to relax, the devil on her shoulder wanted her to just give up. But she couldn’t. Mary-Ann’s words rang through her head. You’re going to make it. Your strong. Sarah held the light swinging door for her. Shambling her way inside, the perfect white tile accented the three blue stalls. There was a counter. It had 3 skinks. Starting to feel dizzy. Lightheaded. Sarah ran into an open stall. Karenna needed support. The counter. She grabbed it with all her might. She watched Sarah’s heels under the stall. They danced. They clicked in front of the toilet. She tuned around. Karenna couldn’t move. It was over she knew what was coming. She closed her eyes out of exhaustion.

“Are you ok?” She hadn’t even noticed the very thin 18 or 19 year old at the farthest sink. She weakly responded

“I…I’m f-fine…I just ne-need…I” Karenna stopped.

She heard it. A loud hiss emanated from Sarah’s stall. The sound of the water. It was too much. Karenna’s bladder gave one final push. She finished her sentence.

“ahh…I’m pissing myself.”

It came out slowly. A lowly trickle when compared to the noise Sarah’s was making, but it was wetting Karenna’s panties. As a thin dark streak ran down her tan pants, the other girl finally saw what was going on

“Yooo, are you serious right now?”

Karenna could only respond in moans of relief. She thought about stopping when the streak of urine had reached her kneecaps, but the pleasure was too much. Though it was hard to hear over Sarah’s, Karenna could swear she heard a dull hiss emanating from her own crotch. The seat of her pants felt warm, and as she began to soak the backs of her legs, the stream down the inseam of her pants had started to reach her feet. Without much speed, her flowing piss did not create a puddle underneath Karenna. Rather, as it poured over her feet and into her flats, it waterlogged them, and poured out onto the tile floor. A shiver ran down the length of Karenna’s spine. Her leg began to twitch at the warmth and relief from holding it for so long. As her pussy continued to pass warm pee into her panties, Karenna became acutely aware of her finally deflating bladder. She could only exhale as she fully let go, and though her stream wasn’t releasing any faster, Karenna certainly wasn’t pretending that she was going to stop anytime soon.

As Sarah dried her wet tuff of public hair, she dropped her final toilet paper square into the bowl and flushed. Sighing at the relief of finally letting go, she pulled her panties back up and her dress back down. As she exited the stall, her litigious brain was not prepared for the scene she faced.

A very thin younger girl, no older than 20 was snickering and repeating to herself the phrase “Oh my God.” Hearing Sarah open the stall she turned her head, with her backwards-facing ballcap and laughingly proclaimed

“This chick is seriously pissing herself!” She pointed “Look at that!”

Almost not wanting to accept what her eyes were telling her, Sarah saw Karenna standing in an expanding puddle. Her hand was still nominally over her crotch, but her once tan khakis were now a dark shade as clear liquid ran down her thighs. Karenna had her head down and her face away from whoever was watching as the other woman gawked again

“I wish my phone was charged; oh man, friends are not going to believe this!”  

“Well get out of here and go tell them then.” Sarah motioned for the door.

The woman looked confused. She wanted to stay and watch the spectacle. But nonetheless, she complied, calling Karenna gross on her way out. Sarah assessed the situation

“Are you done?”

Karenna grimaced “Almost.”

“Then stop and go into a stall. Stop disgracing yourself.” Sarah was stern

Karenna managed to cut off the rest of her pee for now, though her overworked bladder protested, Karenna knew the second wave would be pressing on her soon. She just hoped Sarah would be caring. She wanted to cry.

“This is unacceptable.” Sarah folded her arms. “You carry Mary-Ann’s company name, her reputation, is this how you want to represent that?”

Karenna thought back to what Mary-Ann had already done, but remained silent.

“You’re her second in charge, you might be running the show one day, but you can’t find a bathroom in a building with one on every floor.” Sarah raised her voice “How old are you?”

“T-twenty-three…” Karenna just didn’t want to cry at this point

“23 years old and you don’t know when to go to the bathroom.

“I-I-I was b-but yo-“

“Don’t you DARE pin this on me.” Sarah was livid “I happen to trust that an adult knows when she needs to go, I happened to mistake you for an adult.” Sarah paused, her rage overwhelmed her “Are you a FUCKING animal? Do you piss on the floor everywhere else?”

“P-please I’m embar-“ Karenna started to stammer

“YOU’RE embarrassed? I’m the one that’s going to have to tell Mary-Ann that her understudy just pissed her pants and all over the floor.” Sarah stopped again, attempting to control her voice. At a lower volume, she continued “If you were my employee, this would be a fire-able offence you know. I don’t know what Mary-Ann’s policies are but I’m sure they’re similar. I would start packing my things if I were you. And don’t ask for a reference from either one of us when you’re looking for another job. I just hope you can make it past your first day without peeing your pants.” Sarah let out an exasperated sigh. Her rage dwindling

Karenna felt her second urge hit. Normally she would have stayed on the toilet until it hit her again, but feeling so defeated, she didn’t want to move. As it built up pressure with the remainder of her pee, she let it out again. This flow was much faster. Sarah started to walk over to the paper towel dispenser on the wall behind Karenna. She started to speak again.

“Look. I liked your friend. You obviously can network well, but…” Sarah heard a hiss coming from Karenna again. The puddle underneath her began to splatter as new droplets fell from her pants

“Karenna? A-are you peeing again?”

Karenna nodded. Sarah put her head in her hands.

“Ugh. I can’t do this right now. You should be ashamed- that’s filthy.” She paused to control her voice “I shouldn’t have to be telling a 23 year old woman to stop peeing her pants for the second time in 5 minutes.”

Karenna’s legs dripped as she finished. Finally empty. There was an awkward silence. Sarah spoke again.

“Here, lets at least get you back in your room and tell the hotel what happened.”

“N-no. Please. No one has to know. I-I’ll do anything, I’ll g-give you anything” Karenna begged

“You don’t have anything I want.” She grabbed a few paper towels from the dispenser “Dry your cuffs. I don’t want you dripping all over hell and creation.”

She stood next to Karenna as the ashamed woman did as she was told. Part of her didn’t want to accept any of this as real. But she had too. Her pants were heavy and cold and there was no denying that. Sarah led her back out of the bathroom and into an alcove with a landline phone. She dialed the front desk.

“Yes, hi, could you send a janitor to the bathroom on floor 32? My colleague had an accident.”

Embarrassed, Karenna turned to the painting of a tomato on the wall. She wish she was just a painting at this point. Her emotions were all stirring just below the surface. All of them negative. Sarah was still talking to the front desk

“No, no blood, she’s ok. She wet her pants. There’s um…uh puddle on the floor.”

As Sarah continued to talk, a family must have walked by. Karenna could hear a womanly voice

“Justin, we don’t point, that’s rude.”

As they traveled down the hallway she could hear a rebuttal “Did you see though? She peed her pants!”

Karenna felt cold. Helpless. Sarah walked her back to her room. She dug the room key out of her back pocket. It was damp. Wet. Soaked from her accident. The door unlocked and to their surprise, Mary-Ann was still in the bathroom.

Mary-Ann sat on the floor of the shower. Enjoying the unexpected wetting and the lack of consequences so far. Part of her wondered where Karenna and Sarah went, but she assumed they just went down to eat and would text her shortly. She heard the door click with a key card. Leaping up from the shower, Mary-Ann locked the bathroom door to prevent anyone from barging in. She heard Sarah’s voice.

“Mary-Ann? Could we get a moment? We’ve got a situation here.”

Unlocking the door, Mary-Ann stuck her head out. She saw Sarah standing in her bedroom doorway, and Karenna behind her. With soaked pants.

“Karenna didn’t quite make it-“ Sarah was about to continue when Mary-Ann stepped out.

“Well, that’s okay. Neither did I.”

Sarah put her head in her hands when she saw Mary-Ann’s soaked white pants. Backing away she took her hands off her face

“You guys have fun with that then. I-I’ll see you later.” She opened the door

“We’re still on for dinner?” Mary-Ann walked by Karenna into the living area.

“No…No, I think I’m good.” Sarah left

Mary-Ann was about to say something when she heard Karenna begin to whine. Before she could even react, the poor girl began to sob.