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 The Bathroom

   JUNE'S BUS AGONY

   (C) 2001-9 The Bathroom

   June was very attractive for a bus conductress.  She was 22, had short
brown hair and a lovely body.  Although she was on the short side (5ft
6in), she still gets loads of paid complements from male staff and
passengers alike.  Her uniform consisted of a white blouse, navy jacket and
black skirt or trousers.  She worked on one of London's busiest routes, the
73, which serves the famous Oxford Street.

   As the bus started its journey from Stoke Newington, she felt a slight
need to go to the toilet, but she felt she could hold it, as it was a hot
day and she consumed two small bottles of mineral water.  She kept herself
occupied by serving the passengers as normal.  By the time the bus reached
the Angel Islington, she started to fidget by moving her legs and slightly
curtsying.  At this particular stop, a rush of people had come onto the
bus...that was the last thing she needed!  The bus had become full of
passengers and June tried to concentrate on collecting the fares, despite
the growing urgency in her bladder.

   When the bus reached Euston Road, it got caught in a traffic jam.  June
was getting desperate now.  She paced up and down on the bus as it slowly
trawled along.  It took about 45 minutes until it reached the one-way
system at Malet Street.  June was in agony as she pressed her legs together
in an effort to retain control.  She thought she was going to lose it there
and then, but somehow, she managed to hold on.

   It took another half an hour until they finally reached Oxford Street,
where nearly all the passengers got off.  However, the bus got caught in a
queue of others....Oxford Circus, at the corner of Regent Street, was
blocked off by the police ahead.  June was getting frantic at this point.
She was pacing up and down and started holding herself through her
skirt....she needed to go badly.  The Plaza shopping centre had toilets
nearby.  She was tempted to nip out and go, but she could not, not while on
duty.  She had bent double, crossed her legs and clutched herself with all
her might.

   Suddenly, she felt a little pee go into her knickers.  She was
shocked....she needed to go at that moment.  She rushed up the stairs to
the top deck, which was empty.  She wrapped her skirt around her legs, sat
on the back seat....  And let it go.  The pee soaked her knickers and
seeped through her skirt....  She was wetting herself, big time....

   After finishing, she got up to look at the damp seat and floor under it
and began to cry.  She spent a further hour in her wet skirt as the police
gave the all-clear for the traffic to move on.  Luckily, the bus ended its
journey just after Oxford Circus, and June went to tell her driver Mark
about what happened.  He sympathised with her and offered to buy her a new
skirt.  They went into a department store to get that....AND a pair of new
knickers!  June was grateful and Mark promised not to tell her other
workmates about the embarrassing incident.