Brutus

Here are some ideas of varying risk levels:

1) Boxes in some storage room at work, like a room with old things that employees aren't usually in? Assuming you can be certain no cameras will see you.

2) Wear a skirt and no underwear, so you avoid being seen reaching under to move it aside. Then go to a store, grocery, clothing, appliance for example, and maybe pee on the floor as you walk the isles. 

3) Messing a public restroom is always a great option. No cameras and they're usually messy anyway. Use the sink, floor, walls, trashcan, etc

4) Go to some outdoor event, maybe a game if there are any, pee on the seats.

5) If you're up for doing something more time consuming, go see a vacant house with a realtor. Have someone go with you, husband, friend, etc and have them distract the realtor and find somewhere to pee in the house!

6) Rent a car for any reason, pee on the rear seat (since the dealership is less likely to notice the rear being wet), or the glove box, trunk, rear dash or other areas not likely to be noticed anytime soon.

7) Visit a furniture store, again with skirt and no undies, try out some nice sofas and have an accident.

8.) Pee in a bottle and leave it somewhere.

9) Rent a book from a library, pee in it before you return it.

Quick note: I have a bunch of these shorts ready so I'll post a new one every Monday.

When a great voyeur shot is ruined by a brain-dead camera man. There is a series of hidden cam videos where the dumbass operating the camera always pans all the way down to their shoes while they are mid stream and by the time he pans back up, half the action is over. Where the hell did he get the idea that those watching want to see shoes?

Or when a woman is clearly spraying a massive strong stream, dumbass zooms in so close that the only thing on screen is the hair follicles on her labia.

Another one some guy was literally hiding down inside a cesspool for footage and every time a woman squatted down over the hole and started peeing, he got scared and started moving around and the screen was just a complete blur. Like dude, if you've gone to the extreme of sitting in a damn cesspool, you're going to get pissed on, so sit still and get the damn shot. Makes my blood boil.

On 6/7/2019 at 9:42 PM, Dr.P said:

I have heard several other women do that, also, and I have always been very curious about why they do it? Does peeing take so much physical effort that they need to stop, rest briefly, and restart? Is there some obstruction or restriction in their urethras, which requires more effort to pee, which they cannot sustain, until their bladders are empty? I love listening to a woman who is doing that, and I would love to be able to watch her, while she does it. Any ideas or comments?

I've wondered why they do this as well. Some women have a steady stream all the way to the end and others need pauses. I recently read that many women have damage to their urethra's from std's, which can make urination problematic in many ways, including the need to pause because they have to push hard, or their pee backs up and can't come out steadily. Otherwise, it seems some women prefer to exert themselves to avoid a weak stream that runs down their legs. Also, the hover that many use is actually not anatomically efficient for voiding and makes it physically harder to maintain a steady flow, so that would make women have to push hard in bursts. A full squat all the way down like Asians do for example, is much better for efficient emptying. But as you said, it is very hot hearing them do that, it adds intriguing variation to the experience. I love hearing a pause pisser.

@Peefreak99

@peeingone

@nopjans

Thank you all. I wasn't sure if something this short would work. 

17 hours ago, Dr.P said:

Brutus, I totally agree with you, in all of these posts, especially on Jayne's legs. I LOVE them, too, and could look at them forever!🙂 Thanks for speaking up. I haven't yet seen the forum where women are complaining that shaving reduced their control of their pee streams. I would love to see Jayne's opinion, as well as Riley's, since one of them is shaved, and one is not.

The forum I referred to wasn't here if that's what you were thinking. It was some other site, the name of which I don't remember. I read a lot of random pee discussions on any sites I can. One was even a site about new mother's and they were talking about how their peeing changed throughout pregnancy and after birth. 

4 hours ago, Dr.P said:

Although I don't often fantasize about major accidents, with serious wetting of clothes, etc., I do often fantasize about her stream getting out of control, while she is sitting on, or squatting over the toilet, with it getting misdirected, spraying, sprinkling, or gushing, and wetting her thighs and/or whole legs, stockings, panties, etc., my very favorite fantasies.

Agree 100%. I love when a woman's stream goes wildly off course and sprays uncontrollably. Years ago I saw a hidden cam video of a woman hovering over a public toilet and her stream splashed the seat like crazy and then missed the toilet entirely and she pissed on the floor. Then she turned around while zipping her pants and looked at her mess and just left it, didn't care at all. It took the fetish to a new level for me. So when I hear a woman's pee sounds leaking from a restroom I'm always wondering if she's making a mess. Then when I cleaned restrooms at my old job I enjoyed seeing the messes left in the women's room and imagined a woman just spraying her stream all over.

5 hours ago, Dr.P said:

From my standpoint, as a viewer of peeing women, both shaven and unshaven ladies have their charms. If a woman is shaven, all of the minute details of how her pee comes out are easily visible, as well as the stray dribbles on her lips and inner thighs, which is a huge turn-on, for me. On the other hand, if she is unshaven, her pubic hair often interacts with her stream, deflecting, dispersing, or partially blocking it, making it sprinkle or spray, in unpredictable directions, which can be absolutely fascinating to watch, and incredibly sexy. And the residual dribbles in her hair can be very erotic, too. when she is done, and ready to be wiped or licked.

Hair can also divert the flow of pee. I was reading a forum a while back where many women were saying that when they grew their pubes out, their pee was more straight, but when they shaved fully, their pee sprayed all over. Maybe @Jayne78 can offer perspective on this. But yes, seeing drips leaking from their hair is very sexy.

5 hours ago, Dr.P said:

the first thing I notice is your strikingly beautiful legs

Absolutely, I LOVE Jayne's legs as well. Could look at them for days.

8 hours ago, peeingone said:

That hot women who is in Her 50's have You heard Her pee before? 

Not yet. One day hopefully.

I don't really fantasize about any colleagues on the toilet. Some of them I've heard when waking by the women's because the doors leak sound into the hall and some of them pee really hard so I admire them more, if anything.

As far as pubic hair, there is one woman I work with who's in her 50's and her body is better than many women half her age. She works out and it shows, her physique is incredible. She also has great genes, almost no wrinkles and I find her highly attractive and being that she's from an older era, I do wonder if she has a full bush. With younger women, I don't wonder because it's pretty much a given that she shaves, it seems to be a requirement of modern day womanhood so most women shave/wax without question.

42 minutes ago, 2prnot2p said:

Many, if not most, of our problems are due to the rich people and corporate America getting off way too easy!  People under $35,000/year should pay zero federal income tax.  If the rich and corporations paid their share, we'd be okay.  People much smarter than myself have said this many times, including Warren Buffet.  Tax rates for the wealthy were higher in the 1950's when Eisenhower was president!  That was the most prosperous decade in the history of the USA!  Look it up if you have any doubts.  It was.

Why do you think Trump refuses to release his tax returns?  Could it be because Americans would be shocked by how little, if any, tax he paid?  Nah, that couldn't possibly be it.  🤣

You could bleed the rich dry and it wouldn't make a dent in the national debt or address the governments massive wasting. With the way things are now, taxing the rich and corporations more will cause them to leave to different countries, or simply decrease their domestic investment, which leads to higher unemployment, reduced wages and reduced tax revenue for the government. It may seem like they don't contribute fairly but they invest in the growth and expansion of businesses and leads to economies of scale and massive job creation for society. It's simple, if they tax you more, you spend less because your money is weaker. Same with the rich. And once enough people spend less, businesses go under and people get laid off. 

29 minutes ago, steve25805 said:

I cannot speak for the USA, but here in the UK they tripled university tuition fees, slashed welfare entitlements to the under 25s, even those in work, legislated much lower minimum rates of pay for younger people, pursued housing policies that have priced them out of the housing market and trapped them either paying extortionate rents or stuck with their parents into their 30s. The jobs available to them are increasingly poor in terms and conditions with successive governments encouraging that in the name of "flexibility". Yet they are paying through the nose in taxes to fund freebies for pensioners which they know are not likely to be available by the time they get there. Welfare sanctions deployed in arbitrary, cruel, and draconian ways are also mainly targeted at the young. These have been encouraged and empowered by governments.

And young adults today are the first generation since the war expected to go through life being worse off than their parents.

Pretty much the same in the USA. Out of control welfare and shrinking tax base, via record low native birth rates to sustain it. Our insane 22 trillion debt is mostly domestic, so we waste on ourselves, print and borrow, rinse and repeat and the younger generations are left with the bill, crushing college debt, pension obligations, health care costs, broken schools, all caused by the government. But at the end of the day, the government is the reflection of the people. We as the people allow this calamity to continue by voting for these corrupted politicians, while we worry more about the Kardashians and social media. 

2 hours ago, Dr.P said:

Brutus, Thanks for your kind words. Interesting that you have come up with the drinking fountain trick, too. I stumbled on that by blind luck, after looking carefully at the building design, which was very open, and invited finding an opportunity to exploit that. Unfortunately, most or all of those buildings have been replaced by some of different design, now.

The exercise trick came from actually doing exercise, for many years, and observing the behavior of many hard core athletes, some of whom train at the beach. They often appear to be totally immersed in their own micro-world, which reduces, or even eliminates the suspicion that they may be observing , listening to, or interacting with the world outside of themselves, in any way. So other people, athletes and non-athletes, women and men, tend to recognize their fixations, and totally ignore them, which is to their advantage, and keeps them out of embarrassing, and even threatening, social situations.

I agree that actually hearing women's pee sounds is very exciting, in itself. But I think that making the connection between the external appearance of the woman and her pee sounds makes it even more exciting.

 

I think a lot of guys with the fetish figured their way to the fountain as a good cover. I started using it in junior high when I was 13, realizing I could hear girls and teachers clearly. I caught my 7th grade English teacher having great pees several times that year. She was an airhead but her peeing was insane. She was a solid built curvy blonde with thick legs and hips, and gorgeous face. I'd hang around at my locker for a minute and she would often come to use the girls room literally just across the hall. I would fidget with books and then slowly use the fountain and through both combined had enough time to hear her entire pee. She was unbelievable when she went in there, the low pitch heavy sounding waterfall of a stream and the power of it and time she kept it going was breathtaking. She had the bladder of a horse and had no shame with it, didn't hold back at all. Many of the girls even at that age weren't far behind her capability so yeah the fountain trick was very useful. 

I've seen plenty of runners standing around checking their pulse, playing with their fancy watches and everything and yup they are in their own world, so you doing that was perfect. But yes, seeing who is making the pee sounds is much better, so it's twice as fun when you see a hot woman on her way in so you know it's her and not a 80 year old grannie you're hearing.

43 minutes ago, PeeFan said:

Am I the only one who can no longer buffer/play videos directly on the PissRip site from a laptop anymore? It only happened a couple of days ago and now I'm unable to play them at all. It seems to work fine on my phone but I'm convinced it's nothing my end as I haven't changed anything on my laptop and to the best of my knowledge I'm virus-free.

I haven't been there since last week but my buffering was pretty much broken as well. I usually download from there if possible. Even 2 minute videos take 10 minutes to buffer.

@Dr.P I'm glad this old story got revived. I never saw it until now and man this is great. I literally laughed when you mentioned the drinking fountain trick, I do the same thing at work to this day and did it when I was in school. But the exercise trick you came up with is damn brilliant! Perfect cover by checking pulse since runners always do that. Tipping my hat to you.

It's so exciting when you hear a stream start firing away after you've seen a hottie go inside. Whether it's a high pitch hisser or a heavy low pitch torrent punching the water, it just makes the moment such a thrill to hear a woman make so much noise from that part of her body.

Back in 2005-2006 when yt was new and still coming into it's own, there was legitimate porn there. Explicit stuff. Then it got popular, attracted corporate powerhouses and sponsors and then the censorship began like around 09-10. It's not just pee videos, yt is deleting any and all content that isn't politically correct. Some people's accounts get deleted overnight for speaking against the pc status quo. 

They use bots and algorithms to search key words for "hate speech" content and either hide it from search index results, demonetize it so the creator loses all ad revenue or outright delete it. It's happening everywhere. It's a purge.

Just found this one a few days ago. Awesome library, I love it so far.

https://www.pissrip.net/

21 minutes ago, spywareonya said:

It's a long story and I ave up my usual attitude of quoting every portion I want to discuss

 

 

But indeed I am overwhelmed by:

 

It quite sums up her character

And it moved deep emotions in me

 

Yep, originally this was called Vicious Jivanna but since she is a bit unhinged, and refers to herself in third person and self describes as sweet, I went with that for irony.

Might seem long but it's my usual 4 pages in my word processing app. I make sure to not go too far over that.

@spywareonyaLol damn that's the funniest reply ever.

You rarely say that little!

But thank you.

A Glass of Sweet Jivanna

She seemed so nice and genuine during the interview. It certainly didn't hurt that she was just so damn sexy. What a stunning blonde beauty of forty-two years, appearing not a day past thirty-two, with looks that any man would melt over, looks that any woman would envy over. From the moment Marcel was escorted to her office and felt her firm handshake and piercing presence, his eyes fell victim to her five foot, eight inch frame. Her cute angelic face had sexy full lips and hypnotic hazel eyes. The tight knee-length, navy blue skirt curved her shape into a perfect hourglass, embellished by a backside so plump and round that it shook with each step and seemed to beg for admiration. Her long, buttery smooth legs were right at home being enhanced by three inch heels. Her upper half was not to be outdone, with a sleeveless white button-down shirt displaying cleavage that perfectly straddled the line between professional and slutty. Complete with a diamond bracelet and earrings, Jivanna seemed to have stepped from the canvas of a passionate artist, created with the finest of brush strokes. Marcel saw a family photo on the bookshelf behind her, showing her in a loving embrace with two early teen boys, one preteen girl and a handsome rugged looking husband with a graying military style haircut and lush beard. “How lucky that guy is to be the one fucking this heap of perfection” he thought to himself as the interview commenced.

Just three weeks into his new job as a marketing analyst at Rossi Global Inc, six months is what Marcel said he'd give himself. Six months to see if things would improve, or if finding another job was best. Maybe he'd even consider legal action. A department specializing in marketing products to female consumers, it was comprised of sixteen women and himself. They were always too busy, when he asked around for training, saying they'd help later. It was the software he needed to learn, product meetings he was left out of, company procedures he needed for researching markets, assistance for how to present findings. None of it came in any useful capacity. An afterthought he was, not so much as invited out to lunch. So many days and weeks spent sitting in his cubicle awaiting training that rarely came, while his colleagues found time to talk of office gossip, shows, the men in their lives, children, family, fashion, vacation plans and the latest project initiatives. Further attempts to ask for help led only to being given brainless paperwork to sign that the others felt was beneath them. Maggie, who'd been hired just a few weeks prior to him, was receiving a warm welcome and thorough training in every corner of the department from more coworkers than she could keep track of. Marcel saw files piling up on his desk, a problematic computer and clients emailing with inquiries, to which he could provide no satisfactory responses. He could feel down to his bone matter, the beating heart of perceived incompetence from others that had grown around him.

Blood pressure rose as hours passed each day. Stress rose as days passed each week. Resentment rose as weeks passed each month. Asking Jivanna to intervene led to a vacuous promise of improvement that would never materialize. This was no place to work. He was not welcome. His mental resilience was tired. While working late one night in another attempt to self train, he'd overheard two colleagues unaware of his presence, talking about how he shouldn't be there and that he was creepy, that he was weird, that he was lazy and hadn't done anything. Suspicions of not being welcome were confirmed. His quiet demeanor along with short stature, slightly hunched posture and less than appealing looks was usually off-putting to women. A hostile work environment it was indeed. He knew things wouldn't improve. It was time to go. By six months, Marcel had already spent the previous two months job searching and finally landed a new one. On the first Monday of his final two weeks, he submitted his notice to Human Resources. That afternoon, after much consideration, he met with a representative of the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission and filed a complaint. Toward the end of the day, Jivanna was notified of his two-week notice. She found it a bit surprising to not be upset about it, feeling a strange indifference that had grown toward him within herself.

In the late afternoon that Thursday, she was called by Martin, CEO of the company, whom she was being groomed to replace upon his retirement in a few years. Upon entering his office however, Martin was stern with his tone, clearly angered. “So, I just got a charge of discrimination from the EEOC. It's from your new new guy, Marcel, that son of a bitch! I've contacted one of our attorneys to see about mediation. If this goes to court...our insurance may not cover everything this time...and we might have to make hard decisions, department wide decisions. Ahhh...I can't deal with this shit right now, but I wanted you to know first. Keep this quiet for now. I'm going home. We'll talk more in the morning.” That night Jivanna laid in bed with her head rested on her husband's chest after a sweaty round of sex. Before falling asleep she said to him, “Paul, I need you to call Greg in the morning. Got a problem at work I have to handle.”

Around four o'clock the next day, Marcel saw Jivanna in the hall on his way to the restroom. Her shapely legs where on display as usual, this day by a rather short black skirt with matching four inch open heels, while a light blue buttoned shirt hugged her torso tightly enough to leave little of her natural d cup endowment to imagination. At the instant they passed each other and briefly made eye-contact, he noticed that her gaze had a different energy than usual, as she headed to her office with coffee in hand. He figured she'd been notified of the charge. An hour later just a few minutes before five, he was preparing to leave like everyone else for the day when he received a call from her. “Hey, can you come see me for a moment before you go? I have some discharge papers for you.” Marcel turned his computer off and nervously walked over to her office, just across the small department a few paces away. He entered and Jivanna instructed him to close the door. As he took a seat directly across from her, she sat speaking on the phone to her youngest child, “I'll be there soon, honey, I just have to take care of one more thing at work.” Marcel worked hard to not look directly at her sizable cleavage, now quite visible as a result of her having released a few buttons since he last saw her. With the call ended she said to him, “Kids, gotta love em. Me and Paul made some awesome kids! They're the best at everything they do. Nothing like having two parents with superior genes.That was Hanna, she's an honor roll student and has a softball game tonight, which I'm gonna be late to, because of you.”

She stood and stepped over to her shoes beside her desk, sliding both feet back into them and tying her long hair into a ponytail. Walking around to the front of the desk, she leaned her backside on the edge, barely beyond a foot from Marcel. The preface of her odd demeanor was enough to put him at slight unease.

“You know Marcel, there are two kinds of people in this world. Those who think they can do what they want, and those who know they can. I've worked here for twelve years, and made it to Director of the department. I'm on my way to CEO once that old fuck Martin finally retires or kills over. You on the other hand, made mistakes here lately. Your mistake was making a legal move that could threaten my position here, taking my kindness for weakness, and underestimating the connections I have outside of this company. Your mistake was assuming I allow people to even get close to fucking me over in any way.” Marcel sat with growing concern at her shocking words. He collected himself and with a nervous chuckle, reminded her that retaliation against his discrimination charge was illegal. She walked over to her door and locked it, replying, “Retaliation? Pfft. Look at that black Toyota outside right there. When I raise my fist, watch the headlights flicker. See that? I'll do it again. See? The gentlemen in that car are under my orders to make sure you don't make it home unless I call and tell them to let you. So, Marcel doesn't leave until Jivanna is done adjusting his attitude. I don't retaliate, I eliminate.” Now with a fearful racing heart, he sat speechless. She slowly walked back over to close the blinds, then turned her head toward him. “YOUR MISTAKE, was failure to see that I'm a great white shark and you're...an exhausted little man bleeding in deep blue seas.”

“Whoa, holy shit. Ji...Jivanna, what the...wait...”

Stepping forward and placing her palms on the desk, “Here's what you're gonna do to avoid elimination. You're gonna contact the EEOC first thing in the morning and withdraw your charge. If they ask why, you simply don't care anymore and want to move on. Say you fucking understand me.”

“Ye...Yes I'll withdraw it.”

“Mmm...Marcyyy, you don't sound too sure of yourself. I hear a sprinkle of doubt in your voice.”

“Look, I understand, I'll withdraw it! Shit!”

“There's the enthusiasm I want to hear! And now...”

Jivanna turned back and reached into the bookshelf behind her family photo, then back around facing Marcel, now with a large glass in hand that was filled with yellow fluid. He asked in a cautiously subdued voice what it was. She answered, “Oh, it's my piss. You see, this is how you're gonna make things right for making me late to Hanna's game. I actually started preparing this for you last night. I always try to pee right after sex and so after me and Paul had a good fuck, and I mean a really good fuck, I just pressed an empty water bottle to my pussy and let loose. I added more to it first this morning too! Almost overfilled the damn thing my bladder was so full. And just wait till you smell this, woo it's strong. My morning leak could probably strip paint off walls! Oh and I'm always wet in the morning too so some of my girl juices sorta got in there as well but hey it's just extra flavor! I brought it in and poured it all in a nice glass for you to make it more presentable! Now you can drink it.” With her extended arm holding out the glass, Marcel immediately refused and stood up. “Jivanna, I am NOT drinking your piss!” She replied, “How are your parents? Good? And your brother is good too? Mmm, let's keep it that way, Marcy.”

He stood staring at her with scrambled emotions, then slowly approached. She cheerfully held the glass out once more. He forced his hand to take it. She stood erect with arms crossed. A tense silence stretching several seconds took place as they stared at each other more. The smell of her aged and potent nectar was nauseating as he lifted the glass closer, making him twitch in disgust. Jivanna smiled and uttered, “Drink.” With the glass pressed against his lips he tilted his head back quickly and began downing her rancid bladder fluid. His moans of displeasure were obvious with each gulp. In his rush to get it over with, pee overflowed from the side of his mouth and trailed down his cheeks, soaking his shirt. He stopped for a moment, trying to hold back vomiting. His eyes watered in the intense coughing. Jivanna remained still, the same smile on her face as she enjoyed his plight. He continued coughing and eventually saying, “Ahhhhh. Fuck you.”

Unaffected by his reaction or comment, she sternly answered, “Ooh there's still some left in there. I'll need you to drink it all.”Marcel lifted the glass once more and finished the other half, nearly twelve full ounces of her urine. His stomach spasmed at the hostile substance, sending him running and kneeling on his knees over the trash can, unable to restrain the need to vomit any longer. As he finished and caught his breath, Jivanna slowly walked over, telling him, “Good boy.” The sound of her heels tapping the carpeted floor seemed to be all he could hear. His head hung aimed at the floor as her long and finely pedicured toes, shining of an opaque acrylic finish, appeared in his peripheral vision, then settled in front of him. Still on his knees with his pride visibly broken, Marcel looked up at her, feeling the finest fibers of his every muscle tingling with depressed hatred.

“That look in your eyes right there, that's how I know your attitude's been adjusted now. But Marcy, before I let you go, we have a new problem to address. I just had another coffee an hour ago and now I gotta fuckin PISS again!! Ain't THAT a motherfucking bitch!! Soooo, here's what I'm thinking. You did such a good job drinking my golden beauty already so why should I run all the way to the restroom when you're right here, so eager to please! Just hold the glass right there and let sweet Jivanna give you a refill.” Standing over him less than a foot away, she swayed her hips and seductively lifted her skirt. Underneath was a tiny black thong wedged between her labia, which had swollen and turned from their usual light pink to reddish with arousal. Despite being neatly trimmed, blonde hair of her mound was visibly rested outside of the narrow fabric, which was clearly designed more for kinkiness than practicality. In one quick motion, she slid her left thumb along the string and quickly plucked it out, causing a few drips of her creamy discharge to fling out against her thigh. With the material pulled free and to the side, her beefy outer lips separated, opening like a blooming flower. The inner lips and clitoral hood were exposed, displaying the full nerve-breaking sight of her engorged womanhood. The fragrance she'd applied to the region that morning was nearly snuffed out by the strong dominating feminine aroma that filled the air as her pussy breathed, while she spread her legs into a slightly wider stance.

An instant later, Marcel saw her ass cheeks moving from behind as her sphincter contracted and she let loose into the glass. It split in two and a messy side stream of piss shot out at an angle down her left thigh. “Wooo, shit, it's a messy one, Marcel!” A much harder muscle contraction breathed life into her stream and sent it hammering into the glass. It was strong enough that had Marcel not instinctively tightened his grip, the glass would've surely tipped over in his hands. The force soon overshot it and smashed into his chest, darkening his shirt as it became soaked. Wild splashes bounced up to his chin, to his sealed lips, to his nose, no matter how far he could turn his head. A violent and noisy stream it was, hissing a near-deafening tune of at least five rattlesnakes as Jivanna stood in her demeaning release with an emotionless smile locked on her face. Marcel's partially detached mind fixated on the nuances of her piss as it broke from steady and strengthened into gushing bursts, accompanied by sexual moans as she was nearing the end of a seemingly endless bladder.

He heard Jivanna's “Ahhhh” as her urethra spit another short hard gush into the glass.

“Ooooh” as another was expelled with more force, arching up and hitting his chin.

“Mmmm” as her swollen labia again hindered the strong flow from within, spraying sideways against her thighs, completely missing the glass and Marcel.

One last noisy burst struck his right ear and shoulder, again missing the glass. Jivanna tilted her head back in relief, exhaled with a deep breath and slapped her dripping flesh three times. She looked back down and replaced the thong inside the crease of her labia, sliding it back and forth to let it absorb the drips left behind. After pulling her skirt back down, she wiped her hand on a dry area of Marcel's shirt and stepped out of her shoes, leaving them in front of him. Upon taking a seat, leaning back in the chair, and crossing her legs atop of the desk, she uttered, “Drink” He looked at her in disgust and reluctantly began to sip once more. Already soaked in her piss, he painfully finished downing the six ounces that she managed to get in the glass. She called the men parked outside. “Yeah, we're good. He's trained, you boys can head out. Send Greg my thanks.”

Marcel placed the empty glass on the floor and slowly stood up. Jivanna's final words dealt one last heavy blow. “Since firing you would look bad, I think you just quit. You're not coming in Monday, or any day in your last two weeks, which means you'll be terminated for failure to show up for three consecutive days as per company policy. I'll send your termination letter next week.

Now, get the FUCK outta my office.”

Legalize.

It's the oldest profession in the world, before any functional economy existed. You could say it's the original economic model for societies, a service in exchange for money, barter or another service.

As mentioned, it would protect prostitutes and patrons from criminal charges, and ensure much better safety and eliminate trafficking and pimps. Government is all about taxation, and they would be able to build brothels, and collect tax revenue. It's also none of their business what consenting adults want to do, whether money is involved or not. 

I mean is there really that much difference in buying a hooker for money as opposed to buying a woman a drink at a bar, having some conversation and then she goes home with you for a one night stand? It took longer but in the end, money in the form of a drink, in exchange for sex. Still simply two consenting adults. 

If it were legal, marriage rates would likely plummet as a lot of men, especially ones that can't get laid, would just buy prostitutes worry free. This would hurt the divorce business and put a lot of divorce attorneys out of work so there would be massive pushback from the whole legal profession in addition to religious voting bases. It may also threaten birth rates as a lot of men stay away from dealing with women on a relationship basis altogether. Not sure, just considering outcomes. But overall yeah I say legalize.