I Think my Boss Needs to Pee Ch. 01

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.

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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. 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 so awesome. Um...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.

Karenna turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, and her mind went back to her adventure this morning. 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.

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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 glasses. 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 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 leaked 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, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. 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 call 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 Mary-Ann 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. O-o-order it....I-I...don't worry about cost. I'm. I'm-going." And hung up 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. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug. 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 too tired to bend to her will anymore. The leak started to become more forceful in her hand. She realized that now, all she wanted was relief. Dropping her remaining pretenses, she removed her hand of her now well-soaked skirt, and 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 labia. 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.

Her skirt was ruined in the front and the back. A warm, soaked crotch had darkened the light color and the butt of her skirt was now also dripping from its soaking.

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 into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled 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 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 an idea. She stood up quickly, and piss that had pooled in her saturated skirt fell onto the stained rug. A wide circle, its soiling was apparent. She 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.

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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.

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 panties.'

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 obviously stained on her butt from crouching down and wetting through it, and on the front. Her pantyhose had dark streaks running the length of her legs. She would have to move fast and hope. It was all she had.

She called Karenna to let her know that she was needed at her rental and wouldn't be back at the office. With that, she hung up, put her drying heels back on, and opened the door.

Mary-Ann's throat was dry as she started her to walk by Karenna. Hoping against hope that this would work. Every step felt like an eternity. Her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear the squeak and squish of her soaked heels. She passed Karenna. 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. Maybe. Just maybe.

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?"