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The assistants of Katherine Andrews: Laura's first day


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Preface

I've embarked on quite a project here, planning to release three stories in a row, and the reason for that is the inspiration I gained from reading another suite posted on this board, signed the user Anubis, with whom I've been conversing with over this. The story suite in question is The Assistant (second part here), and if you haven't read it, I highly recommend that you do it first, mainly because it's a great read, but also to gain a little background to what I'm writing about here.

In Anubis' original story there is mention in chapter 29 and 30 of some previous events involving two girls who successively worked for one of the main characters, Katherine, as assistants at her company. When I read about it I wanted to know more about the respective fate of these two girls, so I decided to "find out" about it. I've been extra careful to coordinate my stories with Anubis so as to stay within the framework set up in the originals and I think I've managed to chisel out the plotline accordingly.

I'll start with telling about Laura, the second of the two assistants. Now, who is Laura, you may ask? Well, go and read about her in The Assistant first, and if the brief description in that story made you lust for more like it did me, then you're in for a treat. Oh, and big props to Anubis who helped scrutiny my drafts and giving some linguistic tips.

Hope you enjoy it. Here's Laura's first day on her new job.

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Part 3

As they marched through the hallway to the conference room at the far end, Laura nervously looked all around for any sign of a toilet, but she couldn't see one! She was so desperate by now that she had to grip her thighs while scissoring her legs as she followed them along the hallway. They entered the conference room, consisting of two long tables conjoined at one end, forming a U-shape with chairs alongside it. Katherine and Laura placed themselves approximately at the middle of one side of the table row. The waistband of Laura's tight pants pressurized her bladder even more, urging her to pinch her legs tightly together while supporting herself with her hands against her thighs as she sat down.

 

 

The meeting went underway and Mr. Holloway held an opening statement, lasting for about half an hour. Laura sat with her hands folded in her lap, anxiously squirming around and trying to pay attention. But her bladder was so full by now that most of her attention was directed on her lower regions, clenching her sphincter muscles hard while keeping her legs tightly together. Her mind and heart was racing as she was slowly starting to realise that there was a real possibility that she would wet herself in her expensive pants suit in front of a lot of important business people!

 

 

Throughout her desperation she had always assured herself that no matter what the situation there would always be a toilet available somewhere, and even if not, she would always be able to hold it for just a little bit longer until there would be a toilet within her reach. But now she was trapped in a meeting in a completely unknown place with completely unknown people, having absolutely no clue where, or even if, there was a toilet within the area. She couldn't ask for it either. Well, she could, but she couldn't, because she was too shy. It was too embarrassing, these were dignified business professionals and she was a newbie. There was even a possibility that there wasn't a toilet in the area in which case it would be even more embarrassing, and most of all, Katherine would scold her for disgracing herself and the company and quite possibly even fire her for her unprofessional and undignified behaviour. For the first time, the possibility of her losing the battle in this meeting and having a very wet accident for all to see started to creep up on her.

 

 

All these thoughts bounced around inside Laura's head while she struggled hard to keep her growing desperation under the radar, something she was by now failing to do. Straight across the table from where she sat, Paul, one of the younger employees of the company, couldn't help peeking at her occasionally, clearly noticing her cute squirming while worriedly looking around as Mr. Holloway droned on. He knew the signs of a desperate girl when he saw them and became more and more aroused at the sight of Laura's predicament, ultimately hoping for the meeting to last long enough for her to reach her limit and wet herself at the table.

 

 

Or maybe she would swallow her pride at the last moment and throw her hand up in the air, desperately waving for attention and gasping out a request to go to the bathroom as pee began spreading under her and start dripping on the floor, then tearfully hurrying out from the room with urine rapidly soaking through her pants, leaving a trail as she went. He became hard just thinking about it; it was an ultimate fantasy and he silently prayed for it to come true as he watched sweet, innocent Laura in her grey business suit and cute blouse squirming around with her hands in her lap right across from him. Of course, such things rarely occurred and he didn't dare build up his hopes, but a man can dream, can't he?

 

 

The meeting progressed and it was now 2 PM. Katherine took the stage and held an address about her own company and how they were visioning their future relationship with Mr. Holloway and his business crew. Laura started to sneak her hand down between her legs during her fidgeting, slightly lifting her opposite thigh over the other and clench really hard. There was so much urine in her bladder that it started to hurt and her heart beat faster as she realized it was almost one hour left until the break. It could as well have been one year in her mind, she couldn't remember the last time she had been this desperate! Her eyes wandered around aimlessly and she caught the eye of Paul, obviously checking her out in all her distress. She blushed and looked away while forcing her hand away from between her legs and tried to sit still, if only for a moment. Paul, on the other hand, quickly turned his head forward in Katherine's direction, hoping he hadn't given the impression of a perverted Peeping Tom or something.

 

 

After Paul had looked away, Laura dared slide her hand back towards her crotch, still not grabbing herself though, but merely adding some pressure to the area eased her desperation a little, at least for now. She glanced at the clock on the wall every five minutes as the time marched on. Her bladder throbbed and she was subtly rocking back and forth while pressing her legs together under the table. She tried to pay attention to what Katherine said during her address, since it was crucial for Laura to get an insight in the relation between the companies, but she lost the thread multiple times as her abdominal pain surged through her in recurring fits.

 

 

At 2:30, Laura had to alternate her subtle rocking with leaning onto her one buttock and fold her thigh slightly over the other in an awkward position to apply extra pressure on her urethra. She supported herself with her hand on the seat, partially lifting herself up and gently bobbing up and down. She carefully looked around to probe the attention and as she turned to her right, she noticed that the woman beside her looked suspiciously at her moves. She had to suppress her holding strategies or she would upset the meeting, or even worse, clear any doubt about her being desperate for a pee. She sat up straight again, pinching her legs together and put her hands onto her lap again, resorting to the subtle rocking.

 

 

Breaktime finally approached and Laura was almost beside herself. She bit her lip while staring at the clock, counting down the minutes until she could finally seek relief from her torture. Katherine wound up her part of the meeting and Mr. Holloway stood up to announce that it was time to take a ten-minute break. Laura was so grateful that she could have cried. She slowly got up from her chair, keeping her hands on the front of her legs and advanced out of the room with small steps, always keeping her thighs tightly pressed together as she walked. Well outside the conference room, she looked around in the hallway, trying to figure out where the toilet could be.

 

 

Katherine exited the conference room, noticing her pretty assistant moving away in the opposite direction towards where they came in from. Katherine knew there was a toilet inside the office area and she was heading towards it herself and hurried along the hallway in the other direction around the corner before Laura noticed. The hallway went in a big U formation with the conference room situated at the bottom of the U. They had come in through one prong and the toilet was located alongside the other prong.

 

 

Laura started walking back towards where they had entered, crossing her legs and advancing in small, hurried steps. She went along the hallway, growing more and more frustrated that she didn't see anything and she knew she had to resort to asking an employee, however embarrassing it would be. She approached a woman coming out of an office room;

 

 

"Er, excuse me, do you know where I can find a restroom in here?" she shyly asked.

 

 

"Oh yes, there is one at the other side of this hallway. Just go back where you came from, follow the hallway to the other side and you will see the toilet further down the corridor."

 

 

Laura thanked her and set off in the other direction. As she rounded the last corner and approached the toilet door, she realised with horror that there were three women outside waiting to get in. This was just too much! She only had about eight minutes before she had to be back at the meeting. But what choice did she have? She joined the line and immediately crossed her legs and started bobbing slightly up and down while folding her arms. The waistband of her tight trousers constantly added pressure to her already overfilled bladder. She had to make it inside or she would be in danger of wetting herself.

 

 

After a couple of minutes, the door lock clicked and Katherine stepped out from the bathroom, giving place to the next visitor.

 

 

"Laura!" she uttered, "Good thing you're here. Could you come with me for a moment?"

 

 

Laura gritted her teeth; "Oh god, not now! I don't have time for this! I'm about to piss myself!"

 

 

She reluctantly obeyed though, leaving the queue and followed her boss back to the meeting room, for the moment cleared on people. Katherine was quite impressed with Laura’s holding abilities. She had to come up with something to keep Laura from going to the toilet until the break was over though.

 

 

"Now, before it resumes, I want you to get ready to take notes for the rest of the meeting." Katherine ordered. Laura stood impatiently, moving her knees back and forth with her arms tensed up at her sides.

 

 

"Here is a protocol from the last meeting we had with this company." Katherine continued, "I need you to draw up a rough scheme so that you have something to follow now during the second part. It's important to get the essentials from this meeting down so that we can compare any changes to the previous one. You will tidy it up tomorrow morning on your computer."

 

 

Katherine handed over a bunch of papers to Laura who watched her boss turn on her heels and head out in the hallway again. She was almost screaming out of frustration of not being able to get into the toilet, but she had to do what she was hired for or she would shatter the confidence she had slowly built up with Katherine. If she scribbled down the main pillars of the protocol fast enough, she might just have time to run to the toilet before the meeting began.

 

 

She sat down and started speed-writing down the roughest of notes with an appalling handwriting, hardly readable, but she was confident that she could decipher it later on. Her legs were shaking under the table, her heart beating from stress of not having time to relieve herself and her bladder was aching under her pants, getting tighter and tighter as the afternoon progressed. With only two minutes left she had gotten about halfway through and she whined to herself;

 

 

"Oooohhhhh, whyyyyy?! Why me, why now?! Gotta go gotta go gotta gooooo!!" she whimpered under her breath as she continued to fill her papers with hardly discernible hieroglyphs.

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Part 4

Finally she reached the end of the protocol. She threw down her pen and stood up as quickly as she could, still pinching her legs together. But just as she was about to walk out of the room, Mr. Holloway and his crew stepped in through the door.

 

"Hello again, Miss Henderson!" he greeted her and walked up to the whiteboard and started to sort out papers for the next round. The room was repopulated with the staff members who sat down at their respective places.

 

Laura silently groaned and curtseyed down in desperation and frustration, not believing her hard luck. She was so desperate, her bladder constantly pushing the urine against her urethra. She clenched her fists under the table and pressed her legs together so hard she was almost shaking. It was almost two hours left, could she possibly make it? She had no choice but to try, but it would be an unprecedented task; never in her life had she been this desperate!

 

The meeting continued and Laura did what she could to keep up taking notes, but she couldn't bring herself to scribble down more than the absolute basics of what was being said. All her concentration was on not flooding the meeting room, something that seemed more and more like a real possibility. She breathed shallowly and nervously, constantly throwing an eye on the clock. She could hardly believe the amount of pee she was containing, not having been to the toilet since this morning, almost 8 hours ago by now. She couldn't remember the last time she had gone this long without a bathroom visit, if ever.

 

At 3:30 PM she simply couldn't sit still, constantly squirming around on the chair, lifting her thighs up and down in cycles while grinding them tightly together. Her right hand scribbled down the basics of the meeting while her left hand was gripping her leg, occasionally sliding down in between them. Her abdomen pulsated, trying to push the ocean of urine out of her, causing her to rhythmically squeeze her thighs even tighter in an attempt to clamp off the impending catastrophe.

 

"Laura!" Katherine suddenly whispered into Laura's ear with a stern hiss, "Would you please sit still! You're making a scene!"

 

Laura froze in mid-motion, almost peeing herself out of sheer fright. She instinctively shoved her free hand into her crotch and folded her left knee over her right in order to hold back the threatening flood. She quickly took away the hand and instead crossed her legs in order to try and retain the pressure on her pee hole. This came at a cost though; her pants felt so tight around her underbelly and the waistband cut into her bladder, but it was the only thing she could do to at least try and keep her composure without looking too conspicuous.

 

Paul was still throwing glances across the table at the pretty, squirming girl, wondering just how desperate she was by now, two hours after he had first taken notice of her subtle moves. He was a bit confused over why she hadn't been to the toilet during the break; why would she put herself through the torture of sitting through a long meeting with a full bladder? It didn't make sense, but all the same he was growing more and more aroused by the thought of his fantasies coming true. If she pissed herself in those tight pants, there was no way she could possibly get away with it. That fabric would show up any leak, not to mention a full-on accident. He became hard just thinking about it. Please, keep her inside the meeting until she can't hold it any longer and wets herself, please! She's so cute and so sexy in that business attire!

 

Laura kept her legs tightly crossed and started to gently sway them from side to side, careful not to draw the attention of her boss, obviously annoyed by her nervous fidgeting. But it was getting so painful, the ever-increasing amount of urine pressed on in every direction inside of her. She carefully uncrossed her legs but had to keep her left thigh slightly bent over her right, flexing her muscles to keep the pressure applied. It was now almost 4 PM and she knew she was approaching the end of her tether.

 

Poor, sweet, shy Laura, bursting to the point of wetting herself after holding it for so long on her very first day at work, and not being able to excuse herself and simultaneously trying not to let it show. It was an absolute nightmare! Her meeting notes were reduced to barely readable scribbles on the paper as the clock went past 4 PM. She put down her pen and placed her hands behind her on the seat as she crossed her legs again, squeezing her thighs while tying her legs together in a firm knot. One hour, only one more hour! She had made it this far, she just had to make it a little bit longer. She couldn't wet herself, not here, not in front of all these high-brow professionals. Girls don't piss themselves, grown girls definitely don't piss themselves, it just doesn't happen, they can always hold on a little bit longer. She repeated it like a mantra inside her head to convince herself that she would be alright. She would be, simply because she had to be.

 

At about 4:15 Laura began to cramp, causing her to slightly lift herself off the chair while trying to put some extra weight on her already intertwined thighs to keep the massive pool of urine inside of her. She wanted nothing more than to raise her hand and ask to be let off to the toilet, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, especially since Katherine had scolded her for not keeping still. Waves of desperation surged through her whole body and she couldn't help rocking back and forth on her chair again with her legs tied up in a knot. She resumed her attempts to take notes as Mr. Holloway went on and on about business relations.

 

The clock went past 4:30 and Laura couldn't believe it was even possible to be this desperate. She knew that she was now living on borrowed time and that she could begin peeing uncontrollably any minute. Her heart pounded inside her chest and she breathed more and more shallowly to keep all the right muscles tensed up. Her bladder throbbed and ached, violently protesting against her measures to keep it shut. Paul's heart was pounding as well, but for a completely different reason. He kept half an eye on the poor girl, now looking like she was about to cry, and wondered just for how long she would be able to endure. He both expected and hoped for a massive flood to suddenly emerge from under her, saturating her tight pants, flowing over the chair and stream down all over the floor in a giant puddle. He was so excited at the prospect that he could hardly concentrate on his boss's ramblings.

 

Laura slowly uncrossed her legs again, leaning slightly forward and trying to reach into her groin without Katherine noticing. She grinded her thighs up and down while mildly twisting around on the chair. It hurt so badly now but she only had to endure about 20 more minutes. Mr. Holloway was beginning to sum up the accomplishments of the afternoon and Laura had her eyes glued on him, almost as if urging him to wrap up the meeting. The minutes lumbered by and suddenly she experienced a major surge in her abdomen, causing her to quickly cross her legs tightly again, gripping her knee with one hand and supporting herself against the seat with the other. She was so close to start pissing herself right then, but she held her breath and managed to avoid it.

 

Finally, as the clock showed about 4:55 and the finish line was within sight, Mr. Holloway started to round up everything. Laura sat with her legs doubled-crossed, slowly rocking back and forth with her hands on the seat, staring longingly at him. She felt another fatal surge approaching and she clenched her thighs hard while suppressing the tidal wave threatening to erupt out of her body. Eventually the clock struck 5 and Mr. Holloway made his final statement, thanking everybody for being there and started gathering his paperwork. Katherine stood up while Laura swept her paperwork together in a rather untidy fashion, all the while bouncing her legs up and down, knowing relief was just around the corner now.

 

"H-here, Miss Andrews." she meekly announced to her boss while trying to act unaffected, "It's not the prettiest of handywork, b-but I'l know what I wrote when I read it, it'll all come together when I write it down on my computer tomorrow."

 

"Very well." Katherine replied sternly, not looking too impressed, "I trust that you know what you're doing. This is important, you know! Now, let's get back to the car and drive back home!"

 

Katherine closed her briefcase and walked out of the room, expecting Laura to follow suit to make sure that she wouldn’t be able to sneak in to a restroom on the way out. Laura quickly put her blazer on and hurried after as fast as she could, but she was in so much pain that she had to bend over and walk with her legs crossed.

 

"Miss Andrews!" she anxiously called after her boss as she waddled down the hallway towards the exit, scared to death that she wouldn't be able to use the toilet first, but Katherine was already on her way out the security door and further onward to the elevator. Laura was almost crying, hobbling along with scissoring legs and over ten hours worth of urine pent up inside of her. Every step hurt so bad and her pants were so tight against her poor tummy.

 

Paul watched Laura advancing down the hallway, eyeing her sexy bottom wriggling with the soft fabric stretching over it as she twisted her legs together while walking out. He was amazed she hadn't wet herself by now, and in all honesty, quite disappointed as well. His fantasies were still alive and kicking though and as he saw her disappear out the door, he conjured up images of her starting to piss herself while desperately running to the nearest bathroom on the ground floor. At least he had had the luck of experiencing an amazing display of female toilet distress.

 

Laura followed Katherine into the elevator, forcing away her hands from between her legs but still having to grab her sides tightly. As the elevator began to descend, she couldn't help but curtseying down while grinding her knees together.

 

"I have to say, I am a bit disappointed at your immature behaviour this afternoon, Laura!" Katherine said in an admonishing tone, referring to her not being able to keep still during the meeting and her sloppy note-taking.

 

"Since it's your very first day, I assume that you're a bit nervous as this is a new experience and all, but I do hope that you will display a more appropriate behaviour at work from now on! You are after all representing a big company and are expected to behave accordingly!"

 

"Yes, Miss Andrews." Laura replied sheepishly while suppressing another surge, "I'm sorry, I'm just... I'm a bit tired, that's all. I promise I'll do better!"

 

The elevator reached the ground floor and they stepped out. While walking towards the exit, Laura frantically looked around the lobby for a bathroom sign, but she hadn't seen one when they arrived and she didn't see one now. She was screaming inside her head to blurt out that she needed to find one before they set off, but she was so afraid of upsetting Katherine again that she couldn't bring herself to do it, despite being seconds from flooding her trousers. She was so desperate, so absolutely bursting and in so much pain that she couldn't walk straight, walking hunched over with her hands gripping her thighs while tip-toeing as fast as she could after Katherine out the exit door and towards the car park.

 

Katherine was more than surprised by Laura’s holding abilities and had actually expected her poor assistant to finally lose control during the last part of the meeting. She imagined the vast amount of urine that Laura must be storing inside of her by now and became really horny thinking about the massive accident it would result in. But if Laura had made it this far, she could probably last until they got back to the office. Katherine’s mind was working overtime with how she could keep on keeping her assistant from the restroom when they got back.

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Really nice update. I think I like your prequel even better than the original, which says a lot, because Anubis' story is very good.

Surely, Katherine can find a few clerical tasks that are urgent enough and have to be finished today. A lot of busywork for poor Laura, to keep her occupied.

No, wait, what is "it'll all come together when I write it down on my computer tomorrow" supposed to mean? Of course, it has to be typed up today, the shareholders need a full report ASAP!

You know what helps with concentration on detail work? Coffee! That's why it's a staple of office workers. Katherine should make Laura drink some, to keep her focussed. :cool:

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Right, in my desire to leave no stone unturned and no loose ends untied, I will provide an alternate ending for this one as well, as with the other two. As usual, we'll pick up the action by the last chapter. Hope you'll enjoy the ride, because Laura most certainly won't. 

 

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As they approached the car, Laura did some haphazard maths in her head; it would take another half hour to get back to the office, provided they could avoid the evening traffic. She had no idea if she could hold it that long, but she knew she had to. Just a half hour car ride, then take the elevator up to the lobby and run to the toilet. Big girls don't piss themselves, and she was a big girl, thus she won't piss herself!

 

Laura carefully folded herself into the passenger seat, afraid to part her legs even for one second, clenching her muscles and slid herself onto the bright leather seat. As Katherine eased out of the carpark, Laura sat with her legs bobbing up and down with her hands folded and pressing down into her lap. The pain was unbelievable and she was absolutely brimming with urine. Her kidneys continued pressing more and more into her bladder but it wouldn't be long until it had nowhere else to go than out in her pants.

 

They reached a junction just as the traffic lights turned red, forcing Katherine to slow down to a halt.

 

"Oh please, no, not this! Oh God, I don't have time for this! Please change, please change!" Laura panically thought to herself, desperately staring out the car window at the red light. She crossed her legs tightly as she felt a major surge going through her lower regions.

 

The lights changed and they were on their way again, heading out on the outer city route, further leading out onto the freeway. Laura sat with her legs in a tight knot, rocking back and forth with her hands underneath her. Her bladder throbbed harder and harder and she could feel the urine pressing onto her sphincter. It hurt so much. Tears emerged in her eyes. She became more and more certain that she would finally have an accident before they were back.

 

Then, as they were still approaching the freeway on the outer route, Laura spotted a sign announcing a petrol station in a couple of kilometers. Her mind went into overdrive. This was her last chance! She was still very much afraid to upset her boss who had just told her off though. But she was minutes from totally flooding the car. Oh god, I have to say something, I can’t wait any longer!!

 

But she was so very shy, so anxious that Katherine would have a go at her yet again. She was constantly twisting and turning on the seat while grinding her thighs back and forth over each other. The pain was overwhelming and her poor muscles couldn't handle much more. Just ask her, she will understand! They approached another sign; now there was only one kilometer left. She began to silently sob out of pure desperation and frustration over her stupid shyness. You have to ask her to pull in there! You will piss yourself otherwise!! You can’t hold it till you’re back!!!

 

Katherine speeded past the sign and turned the car over into the overtaking lane in order to get past a couple of cars moving just a tad bit too slow for her tastes. Laura sat there, saying nothing, biting her lip, panting in utter frustration. Soon they would pass that petrol station at speed. She screamed at herself inside her head. YOU’RE GONNA PISS YOURSELF IN YOUR BOSS’S CAR! SAY IT, JUST SAY SOMETHING GODDAMNIT!

 

She saw the station sign in the distance and almost started to cry out of frustration. She had to, she just had to. She braced herself:

 

“…Miss Andrews, I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad but I really really have to find a bathroom, could we please just turn into that petrol station real quick, I really can’t hold it any longer, I have to go now, I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad, please!”

 

She breathlessly spouted out her desperate plea without pausing between words and was almost crying by now, out of desperation, humiliation and fear of being scolded for her childish request. The next second felt like eternity as Laura sat there sniffling, waiting for a reply.

 

“You really can’t wait until we are back?” Katherine replied, more matter-of-factly rather than sternly, “We’re only about twenty minutes away from the office. Surely you can wait.”

 

They were fast approaching the station, only a few hundred meters before they would pass it! Laura panicked and started sobbing even more.

 

“I can’t, I’m sorry, I really really really have to go, please, please, I’m so so so sorry, please Miss Andrews, please pull in!!”

 

Katherine sighed. She knew she had not much choice lest she wanted to out her inner sadism in front of her poor subject. Laura was a good girl, she didn’t really deserve this and Katherine knew it. She had to relent and let the poor girl get to the toilet before she had an accident. Look at her even now, all red-faced and crying. Who knows just how devastated she would be if she did wet herself after having been so explicitly denied her last chance of dry salvation?

 

Just as they were about to pass the sliproad, Katherine slowed down and steered the car onto it and towards the petrol station.

 

“Alright, I guess another five minutes won’t make any difference, but be quick!” Katherine said as she turned the car onto the concourse.

 

“Oh thank you, Miss Andrews, thankyouthankyouthankyou, I will be quick, I promise, thank you so so so much!!!” Laura responded as the car slowed down to a halt. She only had to make it inside and to the restroom and she would be saved. But her bladder was pulsating hard and she realized that she wouldn’t even be able to stand up straight. She opened the door and stumbled out of the car, holding herself up by the doorframe, her left leg constantly pressing over her right as she tripped forward with small small microsteps while slowly rising her tortured body into a half-erect pose.

 

Katherine was already debating her decision to give in. It would have been so hot to watch Laura totally drench her pants there in the passenger seat. She could have made up an excuse of being short on time, but then again, it was the end of the workday so probably not. And she couldn’t escape the very fact that Laura was such a sweet and ambitious girl. It wouldn’t be right to force her to go in her pants, and on her first day at that. Katherine convinced herself that she should be proud of her newly acquired warrior instead, having suffered in silence for so long and still managing to keep it together. It’s been like ten hours, her bladder must be massive! She couldn’t help but wonder just how big a lake Laura would have produced, had she not made it...

 

“Right, might as well top up the car”, Katherine thought and got out to fill the tank.

 

Meanwhile, Laura walked, or tried to walk, hunched over, tightly scissoring her legs around each other while putting one foot in front of the other as fast as she could. She couldn’t have straightened up if her life depended on it, the pain was overwhelming, each miniscule jolt caused by her steps threatened to open the taps and release her day’s worth of urine into her business slacks. She sobbed in total frustration and fear of there being a queue, or it being locked, or there not even being a public restroom there! Oh God, please please please, not that!

 

She advanced through the entrance, pausing for just one second to scan the inside of the station, spotting a short hallway leading past the cash register on her left and what just had to be their public convenience, it just had to. Still without being able to keep her composure, she hobbled towards it, her knees held together as tightly as a pair of pliers while alternately grinding them across each other. As she got closer she saw the universal sign on the door – that stylized man, woman and wheelchair within a blue square that for most people most of the time meant nothing, but for Laura it meant a world and a half; it meant not wetting her elegant pant suit in public in a gas station with people coming and going!

 

One of those people was a young man who had just entered the station to pay for his petrol only moments after Laura’s not very graceful entrance. He immediately noticed the cute young redhead in a business suit clearly stressed out of her mind, and as he spotted her crisscrossing legs he realized at once what was up. His chap stiffened inside his jeans and his heart beat faster as he watched her struggle towards the restroom from where he stood at the entrance doors. He could not afford to miss this!

 

The young man just then decided that he was on the lookout for wiper blades which just happened to be located in the sales rack closest to the register. Of course, what he really wanted was a vantage point from where he could observe how things would play out for that obviously very desperate business lady. So he proceeded to pretend looking through the assortment of blades while glancing towards the restroom with an ever increasing heart rate. He silently implored whatever god there might be that the restroom would be occupied…

 

Laura implored as well, albeit for the exact opposite, as she waddled towards the restroom door. She felt a giant spasm through her body and her poor sphincter almost couldn’t withstand the enormous pressure from above. By pure reflex, she immediately shoved her right hand deep into her crotch, despite it highlighting her public distress even further. The young man stood holding a pack of wiper blades while nervously watching Laura bending over with crossed legs and holding her crotch in front of the restroom door, momentarily unable to move. Then he saw her left hand reach for the handle. Be occupied, please be occupied. These things just don’t happen, and it is about to happen!

 

She pulled down the handle. Please be occupied!

 

And it was.

 

His heart went into overdrive.

 

Laura panicked. The second she realized the door wouldn’t open she switched her leg crossing, pressing with all her might against her crotch while rustling the handle in total despair. Her bladder had just about had enough and when the next giant spasm arrived, it relented.

 

SSSHHH

 

“No….nononono….please no….” Laura cried breathlessly. This was so unfair! She was starting to piss herself at the very finishing line, in her elegant professional suit, and in a crowded service station at that! It’s so so so unfair! She was just about to make it! Why did the toilet have to be taken now of all times?!

 

“Hey, I think you need to ask for a key to the restroom!”

 

A man who was just getting out the door had spotted the brief but intense struggle taking place down that short hallway and felt compelled to chip in while passing. Laura, having just clamped of that fatal spurt, waddled back towards the register and right then she encountered her boss having entered the station to pay for the petrol.

 

“Miss Andrews…. It’s locked… I need… oh god… I need a key… oh god… it’s too late… I’m having an accident!!!!!”

 

Laura could hardly string two words together by this point, tears beginning to run down her cute face as she stood in front of her boss, cross-legged and crouching, clamping down so hard on herself that she was shaking. The young guy still tried to look more interested in wipers than in a beautiful young office lady about to have a massive accident right in his sight. By now he was failing badly.

 

“Oh… we’ll ask for the key then” Katherine replied. Somehow the desperate display of her cute assistant being just seconds from totally humiliating herself in a public setting became too much even for her. She had no choice but to take pity on poor Laura. So she turned to the cashier who was in the midst of helping out a customer.

 

“Excuse me sir, I hate to interrupt but we are having an emergency here. Could you lend us the restroom key, please?” Katherine requested.

 

“Oh, really sorry about that, we locked it up as it’s not functional at the moment. I thought we had a sign up but apparently not, sorry.”

 

Laura almost fainted. She bent forward a little more as she whined in total despair. The young guy stood biting his lip while stupidly holding onto the wiper blade catalogue, all but failing to give off the impression of actually reading it.

 

“You don’t suppose we could borrow the staff toilet? She really can’t wait any longer.” Katherine enquired, making a gesture towards her poor colleague.

 

“Sorry, we are not allowed to let customers in back there. Security reasons, sorry.” the cashier replied casually. Katherine cranked up her authoritativeness a notch.

 

“Come on, she is about to have an accident! It can’t be that much of a deal to let her use your restroom when the public one is out of order, can it?”

 

“…please….” Laura chirped in, all teary-eyed and panting, feeling yet another spasm causing her to convulse slightly. Oh my god did it hurt so very very much!

 

The cashier hesitated for a moment. The wiper guy, having overheard the back-and-forth by the register, silently implored him not to give in.

 

“Alright, I’ll go back there and ask the manager if it’s ok to let her in. I can’t promise anything though. I’ll be back in a second”, and with that he asked the customer to bear with him for a moment as he disappeared through the door behind the counter.

 

While waiting for him to come back, Laura stood frozen in place with her legs crossed and bent down, one hand holding onto the cash register counter, the other buried deep into her now damp crotch. She panted, praying with all her might that she would be allowed to use the staff toilet. The seconds trudged on, feeling like eternities in her poor desperate mind.

 

Then suddenly, a cramp!

 

SSSHH

 

Her hand getting warmer…

 

“No… oh no….”

 

SSSSHH

 

…and even warmer….

 

“I can’t hold it…. oh no… no….”

 

Laura panicked, realizing this was it. She tried to squeeze her legs even tighter together. Still no sign of the cashier.

 

SSSHH

 

“It’s coming… oh no… oh no….”

 

That last spurt was so powerful it went through the fabric of the back of her pants and dripped onto the floor behind her.

 

Still no cashier.

 

SSHH

 

Piss started to spurt out between her fingers wrapped around her crotch.

 

“No..no…….please…..”

 

Still no cashier.

 

SSSSSHHH

 

“Noooooooo……”

 

The drips from her backside almost turned into a stream for a split second.

 

Then the back door opened, not a second too soon and maybe several seconds too late.

 

“I talked to the manager and it’s ok, she can use our bathroom back here. I’ll hold the door for you.”

 

Laura didn’t waste one second. She set off with her hand still buried in between her legs, piss desperately hissing out in spurts as she ran behind the counter and through the door.

 

SSH – SSHH – SSHH – SHHH - SSSH

 

She felt it starting to go pool up in her cupped hand and down her thighs as she only seconds later crashed through the restroom door on her left. She literally ripped apart her pant button and tore down the zipper, piss still spurting out, dripping down her thighs. With one swift move, down with her pants and panties and –

 

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH

 

Over ten hours worth of urine cascaded out into the bowl, almost as if the toilet was flushing. It was so much, the stream so powerful, the violent hiss echoed inside the small cubicle.

 

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

 

Laura was beside herself. The relief was unfathomable. All that urine was only seconds from ending up in her pants and on the floor. Granted, some of it did, but essentially she had made it. The percentage of the amount that ended up staining her pants could probably be measured in mere tenths, given the amount she was now releasing into the bowl.

 

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

 

It just went on and on. For over two minutes, maybe approaching three even, she sat there while her poor tortured bladder poured itself empty after having suffered for so long. It still hurt but it felt like a massive stone had been removed from her abdomen.

 

Finally she was done. She dried her tears from her face and proceeded to inspect her trousers. They were clearly wet in the crotch and a bit down the thighs. Nothing compared to what could have been but still noticeable. From behind though, it was much less noticeable, almost no sign apart from a few minor streaks where the piss had been spurting through. Her panties were ruined though, so she took them off and threw them into the bin. She could manage the way back to the office going commando.

 

She made an effort to dab the wet parts on her pants with toilet paper. She did indeed make a scene out there and felt very embarrassed by having so publicly been on the verge of a very wet accident, all red-faced and crying in shame while begging for a toilet. She convinced herself that once she and her boss were out of here, she would have little to no reason to revisit this particular service station anytime soon,

 

“Laura? Are you alright?”

 

Katherine’s word suddenly emerged from behind the toilet door. She had been let in by the cashier after insisting on looking up on her poor assistant. She had noticed a trail of drips on the floor leading all the way up to the toilet, a token of Laura having been on the absolute knife edge. If the cashier had delayed even seconds longer, those drips wouldn’t have been back there. And they wouldn’t have been drips; they would have been a massive ocean in front of the register for everyone inside the station to see. Katherine became almost dizzy by the thought, but ultimately she was glad that her sweet young assistant had made it, even if just barely.

 

Laura exited the toilet, carefully opening the door while holding her purse in front of her pants.

 

“I’m so sorry, miss Andrews… please, don’t be mad, I was so desperate after holding it all day, I couldn’t wait any longer….”

 

Her voice trailed off into a cry with the last sentence, and tears started running down her face.


“I’m… I’m so sorry, miss Andrews…” she hulked, silently sobbing, partly out of shame but also at the horrific thought of having been delayed further, or even denied to use the staff toilet. That feeling and smell of warm piss oozing out into the fabric around her hand was a terrifying herald of the most humiliating and devastating situation she could ever imagine; wetting herself in a public place, and with the almost equally humiliating desperation on full display preceding it at that! The image was so stark and overwhelmingly horrifying that she couldn’t help but cry, even though she had made it, more or less.

 

“Ssssh, it’s ok, Laura”, Katherine gave her crying assistant a hug in an effort to console her. “It’s ok, you made it after all, didn’t you. Let’s get back now and forget about this afternoon, ok?”

 

“Ok… thanks, miss Andrews” Laura sobbed, having calmed down enough to stop crying. She had indeed made it, and if anything, she ought to be proud of herself, her incredible holding capacity. Her damp crotch would dry out eventually, but for now, she could probably get away with keeping her purse in front of her while hurrying out through the station.

 

Katherine opened the back door and peeked out into the store area. None of the customers who had witnessed Laura’s distress seemed to be left by now.

 

“Come on, Laura. Get out to the car while I pay for the petrol, and then we’ll be on our way”, she beckoned. Laura followed suit and scurried out, past the register and out the door and got in the company car to wait for her boss. As Katherine stood and paid, she couldn’t help but feeling impressed by Laura’s otherworldly bladder capacity. Over ten hours, and with coffee and water on top of that! Such a brave soul she was after all, this new girl.

 

But as glad as she was that she had made it in the end, the more sinister part of her mind was ever so slightly beginning to conjure up a potential day’s worth of timetabled assignments. Something that might be just a tad bit more challenging for Laura’s bladder this time…

 

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