whoops i got derailed by my imaginary horny lesbians in the original post. what i ALSO meant to say is: imagine when the party ends. every one of the waitstaff has wet themself at least once. showers and a changing room are provided for them before they go home. some people are pretty unbothered by the whole thing - it’s weird and embarrassing but it pays well, so whatever, so they strip off their wet things, get clean, and forget about it as soon as they leave.
others have uhhh. a different reaction.
like maybe the girl who that lesbian couple had been watching had never worked this kind of event before. her name is alice, and she’d been a little hesitant about taking this job, but ultimately didn’t think she’d care all that much. she was wrong. now that she’s done it - pissed herself, with people watching, twice - she feels so turned on she’s dizzy with it. her bladder still feels weak and sensitive and she can’t stop thinking of how people stared as it was happening, as they commented on how cute her legs looked pressed together and praised her for not dropping any glasses even as piss was gushing out of her… she’s shaking as she peels off her uniform and grabs a towel. one of the other servers, a tall girl who had talked the new staff through the protocol for the night, takes pity on her and touches her shoulder. “it’s a lot, right?”
alice nods. she’s only wearing a towel and this girl is so pretty and seems so comfortable.
“it’s normal to be a little overwhelmed, after. and, uh, other things.” she winks.
“there’s a box over there, with some things you might want for your shower,” the tall girl says. “no judgement. i’ve been there.”
alice, confused but wanting to please, goes to look in the box. it’s full of vibrators - small ones, in clear packaging labelled “waterproof, for staff use”. she stares, unable to believe it. other staff on their way to the showers lean past her to grab one. her pussy pulses, and she’s starting to feel desperate again, and decides: fuck it.
she grabs a vibe and rushes to a shower cubicle, turning the dial for water as fast as she can. she can hear moaning coming from other cubicles. she’s so horny she’s not sure her legs can support her, and the sound and feel of the water has her on the edge of losing it again. she kneels under the spray, switching on the vibe and shoving it hard against her clit. it’s only a couple of minutes of frantically rocking her hips, imagining someone - her new friend, maybe - watching her and telling her how hot she is like this before her bladder gives out again and she cums, moaning.
as she shakily rinses off, she wonders how soon she can get another shift like this…
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