Kitchen Duty

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Maia walked back into the kitchen, tying her apron around her waist. At her second job she worked for a catering company, and while she usually bartended or waited tables, today they had her at the sink.

She looked at the large three basin sink and pushed up her sleeves, starting to get to work already. There wasn’t many dishes, but she wanted to keep a check on it so things wouldn’t pile up.

Hearing the door open, she turned to look at the bus boy and smiled when she saw he had a couple drinks in his hands. He handed the completely full glass of wine to her and she leaned against the sink, taking a swig. They laughed and grinned as they drank the whole glasses, the alcohol settling in her stomach as she went back to working. She felt all warm and fuzzy, and there still wasn’t many dishes. What more could she ask for?

Every time someone brought in plates, they brought her a drink. Water, wine, cokes, everything. She was elbow deep in suds when she started to feel the twinge in her bladder, the start to the liquids catching up with her. It wasn’t a problem though, she would finish up these last few dishes and dash off to the bathroom real fast. No biggie. Right?

She was wrong though, so wrong. As she washed the dishes her bladder got fuller, weighing down her abdomen. She sighed in relief when she finished the dishes, glad that she could get to the bathroom before things got too bad. But right as she turned, her eyes went wide. Several waiters came in with all their dishes, the main course had just ended. Every plate, fork, and glass that was used came in all at once, and she had to wash them right away. She sighed and started dumping them into the sink, bouncing on her toes a little as she got back to work. It would be fine though, she could do this. She could get through work before getting to the bathroom.

As time went on, the sounds of the sink started to get unbearable. The drip of the faucet, the sloshing of the water. The feeling of water on her hands and shirt. It was all getting to her, her bladder feeling tight. She bit her lip as she pressed her legs together a little tighter, starting to grow a little worried. She really had to go, and there was almost no end in sight.

Maia’s breathing got a little heavier as she felt the liquid inside of her start to push down, moving right to the edge. She was going to have to go soon, there was no doubt about it. She squatted down for a moment to get a little break, her hand quickly pressing hard against her crotch to keep everything inside. She groaned and pressed her face against the cool metal of the sink, her eyes closed. Fuck she had to pee.

She stood back up and started working again, moving as fast as possible. The faster she got done, the faster she got to slip out to go to the bathroom. She stood up on her tip toes to grab something from the back of the sink, the edge of the sink digging into her stomach. She gasped, her hands instantly shooting between her legs again to stop the flood inside of her from slipping out. She swore and closed her eyes again, bouncing in place as she held her hands in an iron grip with her thighs. She let go and started wiping down another plate, but instantly got back into the same position.

Maia was full on potty dancing in the empty kitchen, and if she was anywhere else she’d be embarrassed. But she knew this was the only thing keeping it inside, that kept her from completely flooding her pants right then and there. She looked around the room, her hands not moving an inch. She had to go, now, she didn’t care about the dishes anymore. It was either keep working and end up covered in piss, or going and actually being able to focus again. She started waddling towards the door, her decision already made, but she didn’t make it far. She groaned softly and stopped, bending over at the waist almost in pain from how much she had to go.

Oh fuck, she wasn’t going to make it.

She knew it right then and there, she wasn’t going to make it to the bathroom. But what could she do? She couldn’t work with wet pants, especially in the light colored work pants given to her by the company. Everyone would know. She was going to have to get creative.

She looked around the room again, trying to think of anything she could use. Anything that would work. She was walking towards the sink again before she could even think about it, her body on autopilot. There was nowhere else, she’d have to use the sink. She said a silent prayer and begged her body to just hold on, just another moment. That’s all she needed. Maia pulled down her pants and her panties, feeling incredibly exposed in so many ways. She was in the wide open, there was no way to hide if someone walked in. But she couldn’t care about that, not when she was on the edge of just peeing on the floor.

She sighed and jumped up onto the sink, sitting on the edge with her ass hanging into the basin, over the drain and a few plates. There was nothing for a few long moments, her body so adjusted to holding it that she almost couldn’t go now. A small trickle slowly and silently fell out of her, and she almost couldn’t even feel it with how light it was. She took a deep breath and her floodgates finally opened, a strong stream shooting out of her into her makeshift toilet.

The thunder of her release hitting the metal of the sink was deafening, incredibly loud in the otherwise silent kitchen. She finally started to feel relief and she leaned her head back, her eyes closing as everything poured out of her and down the drain. It was euphoric, when she was on the edge for so long it was better than anything else she could feel.

She looked up at the clock and bit her lip, she was going for an alarming amount of time and it wouldn’t be long before dessert would be over and people would be bringing in more dirty dishes. Her heart was racing and her stream was finally stopping once she started hearing some distant footsteps. She got a handful of water from the faucet and splashed herself between her legs to clean up, pulling up her pants just in time for the first busboy to burst through the door. She stood on wobbly legs as he started to put down his dishes, his nose turning up for a moment.

“It smells like piss in here,” he commented, looking around.

Maia shrugged, trying not to blush. “I think there was something wrong with the water.”

[Peefreak99 3,722]

That was hot af

[Hidengo 277]

I agree. I love the attention to detail.

The descriptions really sucked me in.