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 The Bathroom

   WAITING & WAITING....

   (C) 2001-9 The Bathroom

   Angie was late for work that day.  She switched off her alarm clock the
night before, so when she woke up around 8am, she had to rush for her
shower and get dressed.  She put on in haste a white sweater and a pair of
light blue jeans.  She then drank a large glass of milk before setting off
for work.  She was getting a familiar twinge in her bladder due to her
night out at the pub, but she had to hold it because as soon as she arrived
for work she would have to go to a meeting with other members of staff.

   The meeting started at 9.30, and Angie sat down on the chair. 
Throughout the meeting, she had begun to fidget a bit.  The other staff
were paying attention to the manager, who was speaking to them.  She was
worried that she might wet herself in the room if the meeting went on for
too long.  As the meeting went on, Angie was becoming desperate by the
minute.  She was feeling the effects of the previous night's lager and now
the milk she consumed earlier that day.  She tried to focus on the meeting,
but she just needed to let go her held-in pee.  She crossed her legs on the
seat and started rocking on the chair, using all her strength to hold the
pee in.

   There was soon a break in meeting and Angie was about to rush to the
toilet when the manager called to her.  "Angie, I need to see you." "Just a
moment," Angie replied.  "Now, please!" the manager sternly called her
again.  Angie went to see the manager.  "I got something for you.  I want
you to write these reports and take a drink and something to eat at your
desk as you'll be here for the day," the manager said.  Angie, knowing that
she would not be able to do anything else, got her work and sat down at her
desk, forgetting to use the toilet before she started.  Angie before too
long was becoming desperate to pee.

   While she was writing reports with one hand, she had the other hand
inbetween her crossed legs and kept shifting on the seat.  Some other staff
were looking at her and being concerned.  "Are you alright?" asked one of
them.  "I-I- I'm okay," Angie replied.  But she wasn't.  If she wasn't
careful, she would wet herself on the seat.  She needed to use the toilet
badly, but she also had the reports to get done.

   In the late afternoon, when most of the other staff had gone home, Angie
allowed herself to fidget wildly, which caused her to make mistakes,
therefore making her task longer and a lot more difficult.

   About two hours later, she finally finished those reports and rushed to
the toilets, but when she got there, the door was locked.  She was shocked
and began to bend double and hold herself in desperation.

   Suddenly, she saw a waste paper bin in the corridor.  She went over the
bin, pulled down her jeans and crouched over it.  The pee gushed out of her
pussy almost immediately, making a loud splashing noise.  She gave a huge
sigh of relief.  The pee must have taken around a minute because she had so
much fluid inside her from the previous night.

   When Angie returned to work the next day, a lot of people were
commenting on that pee smell.  She just hopes that they don't find out who
did it.