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 The Bathroom

   THE CANDIDATE

   (C) 2001-9 The Bathroom

   It was the day of the local elections, and Hazel, one of the candidates
standing in her local area, was doing last-minute canvassing of local
residents.  The problem is that much of the area is mostly full of tower
blocks and she and her colleagues found it difficult to get in because of
the increased security.

   Her day started at seven in an extremely cold morning.  She was told
there was a three-hour window to get a good morning leaflet to an estate
with three tower blocks...  that was when security doors were unlocked so
residents can get their letters or milk first thing.

   However, when she tried to burst through the security door, one of the
security guards shouted to her.  "Oi!  What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm a candidate in today's local elections and I have to deliver these
leaflets to this block," Hazel replied.  "Why?" the security guard asked,
sternly.  "Hey, do I look like a criminal?" Hazel shouted back.  "Er.. 
okay, I'll let you go," the security guard said, looking confused.

   Hazel dashed into the lift and pressed the button for the top floor
(each of the blocks had thirteen floors).  Suddenly, the lift stopped after
the fourth floor.  Hazel looked worried and pressed the buttons on the
wall, but to no avail.  She was beginning to think she was trapped in the
lift.  She tried using the emergency phone, but it didn't work...  it had
been vandalised many times the council simply stopped trying to repair it.

   To make things worse, she felt the need to pee....  She drank two large
mugs of tea before setting out and they were going through her body very
quickly.  She started shouting and banging her fist on the door.  "Hello?
Hello!  I'm trapped in the lift!  If anybody can hear this, please call the
guard!" But nobody heard her, and by now she was getting desperate.  She
tried calling her colleague on her mobile phone.  "Arghh!  No signal!" she
groaned, now trapped in the lift, the security guard is unaware of her
plight and now needs to pee.  She sat down near one side of the lift,
crossed her legs tightly and hoped that the problem will be resolved as
soon as possible.

   About half an hour had passed, and still no sign of help.  Hazel was now
rocking on the floor and trying to tighten her bladder muscles.  Suddenly,
she heard some banging on the other side of the door.  "Hello?  Hello? 
Hello?" "Hey, what on earth is going on?" Hazel shouted back.  "We're from
the Fire Brigade, we'll try to get you out," said the voice.  Then,
silence...  and later Hazel was fidgeting violently, she was so desperate
to pee that she felt she was on the verge of letting go several times. 
"Oh, god, please don't make me wet myself, not here, not now!" she mumbled
to herself.

   Moments later, she heard the voice from the Fire Brigade.  "Sorry about
that, we had to get the equipment to open the doors.  We're ready to get
you out now." Hazel was delighted to hear the news, but she was still very
desperate to pee.  She by now had one hand in her crotch and tightening her
muscles even more trying to prevent the inevitable.

   As the Fire Brigade were trying to break through the lift door, Hazel
felt she couldn't hold on any longer, so she got up, unzipped and pulled
off her trousers and panties, then crouched down over the bare floor and
let her golden liquid gush out her pussy.  She breathed a huge sigh of
relief as she let go all of her water.  She heard the pee splatter all over
the floor.  "Are you alright in there?" the voice asked worriedly.  "Ohhhh,
yes," replied Hazel softly, as the last drops of pee came out of her pussy.


   After finishing, she quickly pulled back on her panties and trousers and
fastened them again.  She tried to compose herself as the workmen finally
opened the doors.  "Open Sesame!" one of them joked.  "That wasn't funny, I
was stuck in there for a long time," Hazel complained.  Another workman
looked at the wet puddle on the floor.  "Hey, did you do this?" he asked.
Hazel's face blushed on hearing the question.  "DID YOU THINK I PEED ON THE
FLOOR!  EH?" she shouted and walked down the block's narrow staircase to go
outside.  She felt embarrassed about the whole situation.  Luckily, she was
in a position to do something about the problem lift, because later that
night she heard that she had got elected to the council.