Grinding Hog Day

[gldenwetgoose 21,500]

[This is a work of fiction based on a conversation about favourite sexy newscasters.  Features female desperation, leaking and toilet peeing]

 

 

“So that’s everything covered studio wise - floor, you’re happy - lights, happy, video - ok, sound?, green room - all good, post prod? Any problems anyone… No? Fab

Right then - OB.  That’s you Saz. Are you with us…?”

Suddenly all eyes were on Sarah Riley and she jumped back from her daydreaming.  She’d been thinking as she often did, how it had got to this. How fickle and self righteous this media business could be. One minute a top draw news anchor, then one leak of student polaroids later and suddenly she finds herself here? Fighting for work on a third rate channel, struggling for ratings. Worse than that she was the fall girl, the reporter that gets sent out to interview the guy who’s had a tattoo on his dick, or can fart Rule Britannia.  Then there’s the ‘banter’ they called it, usually with her on the receiving end. Still it was a job at least.

Nigel the Exec Producer cleared his throat - “So Saz, tonight it’s the grand opening of The Grinding Hog so you’re going to be on the spot. You’ll have read up on the brief right? Women’s only bar, oiled up guys dancing on the bar, that sort of thing.  Should be right up your back alley. Why don’t you see if they’ll give you a VIP package?”

Sarah ignored the obvious and tedious innuendo, that was nothing new either. Indifferently sipping on her coffee she tried to feign interest.

“It’s a live OB, Chris and Pete are your crew, you’ll have to jump in the van now. No time for wardrobe so I suppose that outfit will have to do and you can put some slap on in the van.”

Fifteen minutes later Sarah, along with Chris the audio tech and Pete the cameraman were on their way.  Sarah finished her second coffee of the night, the caffeine starting to give her a little tingle and energise her enthusiasm. She could feel the liquid just starting to pool in her bladder in an almost comfortable way. Forty five minutes later though and they were only half a mile further on. Traffic had ground to a halt. Chris put his mobile down.

“Pile up just ahead, we’re just about there though.  So Saz, the gallery have said we’ll be pretty much on air as soon as we get there.  Game head on?”

Then Pete chipped in “Anyway, you’ll be wanting to get this one done pretty quickly.  How’s your coffee by the way?”

With that both of the guys looked at each other like over excited schoolboys and tried to suppress giggles.

“What are you two Muppets up to this time?  Another set Saz up, she’s good for a laugh I suppose?”

With that the two calmed down, but Sarah knew there was something wrong. Something was afoot and it didn’t help her calmness either that her coffee seemed to be filling her bladder quicker than she expected. The comfortable feeling wasn’t by any means painful yet but she felt definitely full. They reached the venue, parking the broadcast van on an alleyway to the side. The guys immediately started unloading and setting up tripod, broadcast camera, lighting panel, sound boom and getting the uplink activated.

Sarah didn’t get involved - apart from anything else it wasn’t her job, but preparing her piece to camera was. She stepped out of the van, feeling the cold night air in her nostrils and a shiver through her body.  The shiver was the last thing she needed as it brought with it that feeling that her bladder was shrinking in the cold, perilously close to squeezing out its hot liquid. She paused, clenching her muscles for a moment until the feeling passed.

Looking around, the club was certainly nothing special, just a large pub really with a red carpet laid out and a ribbon across the doorway.  Behind a row of barriers to one side was a queue of excited revellers, all women of course and mostly of a ‘certain’ type. Sarah didn’t like to stereotype but this was definitely not the classiest joint in town. A few minutes of pacing later - because standing still really wasn’t working well for her at this point - there was a crackle in her earpiece and Sarah heard Chris’ voice:

“Ok Saz, just got word from the studio, its our three minute count-in, normal intro and piece, then just hold static for questions from the studio”

“All Righty” replied Sarah, a slight tension in her voice. “Have I got time to go for a wee, I really need the loo”

“Erm, negative - there isn’t time.  You’ll just have to hold it.  Anyway, you look sexy when you’re desperate.”

“Are we on air yet?” Asked Sarah.  “It’s just that if we’re not…. Fuck off”

“Ooh, no need to get your knickers in a twist, unless you’re trying to wring them out of course.”

Suddenly something clicked in Sarah’s mind, link a jigsaw suddenly showing a clear picture. To be fair it wasn’t completely out of the question, her bladder felt like it was trying to pop the buttons off her smart pinstripe trousers.

“Did you cockwombles put diuretics or something in my coffee?” Asked Sarah.

There was a silence in her earpiece, but in the silhouette of the night lighting she could see Chris trying to stifle giggles.  Children, absolute children she thought to herself.  Before they could answer though, Chris’ voice in her earpiece gave her the countdown.

“And live in five, four, three…. “

Then Sarah heard her earpiece audio switch to the studio, applause dying away and Tony the show’s host introducing her live report from The Grinding Hog.  Time for the million dollar smile to camera, glamour and hoping the world couldn’t see her fighting to avoid wetting herself.

That was no exaggeration either, her bladder was pressing painfully on the waistband of her trousers, it felt like her hot urine was pressuring the whole length of her urethra like one of those long thin balloons being blown up.  She felt like the very tip of her peehole was the only thing holding back the floodgates, that and her legs firmly clenched together.

At least if she’d been anywhere else in private she’d have been able to do something - like that time when the plane’s landing and you’re bursting, you put a jumper or coat on your lap and squeeze a hand against your pussy.  She wasn’t the only studio newscaster to have done that out of sight under the desk either or worse. Then again, normally she wouldn’t have been this desperate anyway - and a girl can take care of needs just as well as a man anyway. She knew that from her morning jog where there were seldom any other people about and plenty of cover so it wasn’t a problem to have a quick gush-in-a-bush. Anyway big girls can hold it, right?

Ever the professional, Sarah delivered her intro, she knew Pete would be framed on her upper torso and the building and crowds behind, so nobody would see how tightly she had her thighs clenched together. She had to hold still though - no head and shoulder movement, so no squirming, fidgeting, jumping on the spot or pacing in circles. That may not have helped much but standing in the cold night air was certainly not helping.

Finally Sarah got through her intro and main piece, fortunately the ribbon cutting went like clockwork, then Chris’ voice in her ear asking her to go down the line and interview a few clients. As Sod’s Law would have it, the first lady she spoke to, Sarah asked if she was excited to be one of the first guests.

“So excited, I’m almost pissin’ m’self, but I have bin stood ‘ere for two hours…”

And with that Chris swiftly called her back to camera to close.

“So Tony, back to you in the studio. I’m Sarah Riley coming at you live from The Grinding Hog. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go and check out the facilities for myself”

Sarah heard the audience applause through her earpiece, but knew she wasn’t off air yet, so it was beaming smiles and clenched bladder for a little longer. Sarah could feel her bladder muscles burning - this was the biggest workout they’d had in months and she knew she couldn’t hold for more than a few seconds.

Burning gave way to twitching and then Sarah felt a dribble of wee escape her slit, soaking into the soft cotton of her panties. Clenching harder Sarah held her breath, feeling every muscle tensing. Finally Pete gave the thumbs up and the red light on top of the camera went off.  At exactly that moment a longer spurt of wee escaped Sarah’s weary bladder, feeling hot in her panties and then spreading onto the tops of her trouser thighs.  Thank God they were black thought Sarah.

Camera off, Sarah took a millisecond or so to compose herself and then made a beeline for the club doorway. There were a bunch of the club management at the door, the public still waiting impatiently.

“Where are the ladies?” She barked, “I can’t wait a moment longer”

Sarah wasn’t joking. Just the moment of stopping to ask the question had let another spurt escape which was now making its way down her inner thigh to her knee.  Sarah ran across the lobby, unbuttoning her trousers as she went and not caring who watched her, the only thing on her mind being to make it out again with mostly dry trousers.  Sarah banged through the door and shot into the nearest cubicle, not bothering to shut the door. With her waistband undone it was easy to yank the pinstripe trousers down, but her black cotton and lace panties were not so lucky. Even as she was still hovering over the toilet the floodgates opened and a deluge of clear hot liquid flooded through, splattering noisily onto the seat and water below.

As the flood continued Sarah could feel the warmth spreading upwards through the fabric, a delicious warming for her bum which had been in the cold air and feeling the wetness spreading to her soft blond curls and cleft of Venus.  Hot trickles of pee ran down her legs and Sarah quickly sat down before they wet her trousers which were now round her knees.

Without making any attempt to move her pants out of the way, Sarah’s flow gradually slowed to a trickle and then drips. Sarah pressed a hand against her pussy, squeezing a bit more liquid out of the fabric and noting weirdly how nice it felt. Then she pulled her knickers away enough to wring out as much as she could. The bastards she thought, I’ll get them back.  That was a mission for another day though.

For now though, Sarah's priority was to survey the damage.  She’d have to go commando of course but at least her trousers weren’t too badly soaked. Not visibly anyway.  After removing her panties she screwed them up and put them into the bin in the corner of the bathroom. She carefully wiped the seat and few drips off the floor - after all everyone knew she was the only person to use them and she had a classy media persona to upkeep after all.

A quick check in the mirror, 'compose yourself Girl' she thought and with a smile back on her face she walked back into the lobby and back into the cold night air.  At the van Pete and Chris were pretty much finished packing away.  The journey back to the media centre was tense, nobody really spoke and Sarah got the idea the guys knew they’d overstepped the mark this time. At least perhaps they did have a conscience after all. That was a comfort at least.

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Later, back at her apartment and fresh from a hot shower, sitting in bed in just a baggy T shirt with a large gin & tonic in hand Sarah picked up her mobile, flicking open Twitter.  She knew it was narcissistic, but she couldn’t resist checking and yes, both the show and her tag were trending.

As she scrolled through she had a moment of horror when she saw the tweets that ‘Sexy Saz nearly wets herself on live TV’, but as she read the comments, actually they were all really positive….  There were some sympathetic, some saying it was the best thing they’d seen, some about how attractive she was, and some that just made her blush.

So, thought Sarah, it seems maybe there is something attractive about a desperate girl after all. The desperation hadn’t felt that bad, until it got painful anyway and there had been a bit of an adrenaline buzz too.  She hadn’t really wet herself had she, not in public anyway.  She got away with it.  And the hot liquid filling her panties and warming her cold skin had felt really, actually really good. Then there was the commando afterwards too. As she thought about the trickles of wee tickling her legs she found herself subconsciously running fingertips up their path from her inner thighs to the source of tonight's interest.

The more she thought about it, the more Sarah realised the Grinding Hog day hadn’t been too bad a day after all.

 

Edited February 7, 2020 by gldenwetgoose

[Sophie 24,413]

That was EXTREMELY hot! I loved every word of it and you painted a very nice image in my mind. Thank you for writing this! 

I will be reading it again tonight just before I get into bed 😉

[gldenwetgoose 21,500]

1 hour ago, Sophie said:

That was EXTREMELY hot! I loved every word of it and you painted a very nice image in my mind. Thank you for writing this! 

I will be reading it again tonight just before I get into bed 😉

Glad you like it - it was your topic suggestion,  after all....  ;-)

 

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[Continuing the story of news presenter Sarah Riley. By some strange phenomenon finding herself again desperate and wetting]

 

Grinding Hog Day +1

“So Saz, tonight it’s the grand opening of The Grinding Hog so you’re going to be on the spot. You’ll have read up on the brief right? Women’s only bar, oiled up guys dancing on the bar, that sort of thing.  Should be right up your back alley. Why don’t you see if they’ll give you a VIP package?”

“Ha, ha you’re so funny Nigel, look at the planner - Grinding Hog day was yesterday. Second February. Duh - today’s the third.”

“What are you on about” replied Nigel the executive producer, “Look, the wall clock date is the second. Look at your mobile - Sunday second February.  Sunday. Today. And it’s Grinding Hog Day.  It’s a live OB, Chris and Pete are your crew, you’ll have to jump in the van now. No time for wardrobe so I suppose that outfit will have to do and you can put some slap on in the van.”

Another of their unfunny wind ups Sarah told herself. Smile and play along. That normally worked best.

An hour into their journey and they were stuck in traffic, bizarrely in exactly the same spot as the night before. Chris put his mobile down.

“Pile up just ahead, we’re just about there though.  So Saz, the gallery have said we’ll be pretty much on air as soon as we get there.  Game head on?”

“You’re kidding, two nights on the run!” said Sarah.

Pete looked confused for a moment, then responded  “Anyway, you’ll be wanting to get this one done pretty quickly.  How’s your coffee by the way?”   With that both of the guys looked at each other like over excited schoolboys and tried to suppress giggles.

“Again. You’re hitting me with diuretic pills again. WTF you two Muppets”

The two guys just looked at each other, still slightly confused and sheepish but calmed down, Sarah knew there was something really weird going on.  She could cope with a practical joke, playing the calendar gag was one thing but how had they arranged the same traffic jam?  Something was afoot and now of course coffee was filling her bladder quickly. Just like last night, the comfortable feeling wasn’t by any means painful but she felt definitely full.

They reached the venue, parking the broadcast van in exactly the same spot as the night before and as the guys set up Sarah looked around. Everything looked exactly as it had the night before.  Sarah shivered and clenching her muscles for a moment until the feeling of impending leaking passed.

“And live in five, four, three…. “

Sarah heard her earpiece audio switch to the studio, applause dying away and Tony the show’s host introducing her live report (again!) from The Grinding Hog.  Time for the million dollar smile to camera, glamour and hoping the world couldn’t see her fighting to avoid wetting herself. Again.

Just like last night that was no exaggeration, in fact tonight was worse.  Today she had a knee length black leather skirt, fishnet holdup stockings and black killer heels, covered up by a long wollen coat with furry collar. Somehow tonight the pressure felt even worse - maybe the cold air against her legs, maybe the fact that the skirt waistband wouldn’t stretch, but either way just like last night she felt like the very tip of her peehole was the only thing holding back the floodgates, that and her legs firmly clenched together at the knees.

Always the professional, though Sarah delivered her intro, she knew Pete would be framed on her upper torso and tonight just clenching her thighs together didn’t seem enough, she had to firmly twist her knees one behind the other just to stop from peeing there and then. There was nothing more she wanted to do than squat and gush a powerful jet of urine onto the ground.  For a moment Sarah let that delicious thought into her head and her concentration lapsed - for a few seconds she felt the pressure of her urine forcing it’s way through her clenched slit, forcing it’s way into her pink satin panties and onto her thighs before she could squeeze tighter again and stem the flow.

Finally Sarah got through her intro and piece without any more leaks, fortunately the ribbon cutting went like clockwork (again), then Chris’ voice in her ear asking her to go down the line and interview a few clients.

Standing still with legs clamped tight was one thing, but walking in stilettos was a different matter completely and as Sarah walked towards the crowd she could feel dribbles trickling down both thighs. It was all she could do to concentrate on walking and holding as best she could. As she reached the line and opened her mouth to ask her question, her brain formed the line ‘So, are you as excited to be here for the opening night of The Grinding Hog as I am?’ but as she looked up her eyes met those of exact lady in the crowd from last night.  Somehow the words came out instead as:

“Are you as desperate to pee here as I am?”

At exactly the same moment as it realised what it had said, Sarah’s brain made her body jump in shock and decided that holding her bladder was more than it could cope with, starting a gush which warmed Sarah’s pussy, shapely bottom and thighs for the second time in 24 hours.  The silky fabric was powerless to hold any more liquid and her pee splattered onto the pavement beneath her skirt.  Sarah quickly managed to regain control again but not before a small puddle had formed.

Almost as an out of body experience, somewhere in the distance Sarah heard the reply “So excited, I’m almost pissin’ m’self, but I have bin stood ‘ere for two hours…”

Again Chris quickly cut away back to Sarah, fortunately only a head and shoulders shot, but enough to show the look of shock, panic and bewilderment on the reporter’s face. The professional in Sarah soon kicked in again.

“So Tony, back to you in the studio. I’m Sarah Riley coming at you live from The Grinding Hog.”

Sarah heard the audience applause through her earpiece, but knew she wasn’t off air yet, so it was beaming smiles and clenched bladder for a little longer. Having released a little pressure definitely helped, Sarah could feel damp satin clinging to her bum, slit and feel the dampness on her blond curls. The fabric felt cool but not cold and the fullness in her bladder felt under control, like she had a few more seconds grace.

Finally Pete gave the thumbs up and the red light on top of the camera went off. Sarah took a millisecond or so to compose herself she wasn’t sure if she heard a few sniggers and comments about ‘did she just piss her self’ in the crowd, but with as much dignity and elegance as she could muster Sarah made her way to the club doorway. Just like last night there were a bunch of the club management at the door, the public still waiting impatiently.

“Would you mind awfully if I just popped to the bathroom?” She asked, “That coffee’s going right through me.”

Sitting in the same stall as last night with a jet of hot clear pee jetting noisily against the porcelain was bliss. Sarah surprised herself by how good it felt, it was almost worth the wait and the pain.  The gush gave way to a steady flow, then to a splatter into the water below and a trickle. Sarah used a carefully folder piece of toilet paper to wipe herself, almost wanting to give in to rubbing herself - but that could wait.  Her silky panties had got soaked of course, but they were light enough to barely hold any liquid and Sarah pulled them back on, enjoying their comfortable clingy feel.

Back at the van, Pete and Chris were pretty much finished packing away.  The journey back to the media centre was tense again, nobody really spoke and Sarah browsed on her phone. The tweets were there again, she’d been tagged again.

This time though the comments were darker and more disturbing. Comments about the reporter that had pissed herself, calling her some pretty unpleasant names. There was even a video clip someone had obviously uploaded moments after - in the streetlights Sarah could see in horror the drips of her own pee falling from her skirt and splattering onto the pavement.  Still, she told herself, these things and worse happen and after all the TV company have a legal department to deal with such things. She saved the link on her phone and resolved to call into the office early to deal with it. Tomorrow was another day. No point worrying tonight.

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That night Sarah had a troubled night, with dreams around who would create such an elaborate hoax - changing the date with everyone at the studio in on the gag. Arranging traffic jams and then putting the same people in the crowd. Her own crew spiking her coffee not once but twice on the row.  Sarah knew she had to keep smiling, there was only so much her brain could process - but she was going to work out who was at the bottom of this.

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[ Part three - Continuing the story of news presenter Sarah Riley. This time deliberate desperation, wetting and pleasuring]

 

 

Grinding Hog Day +2

Sarah woke with a start. Something didn’t feel right - like a bitter aftertaste left behind by her disturbed dreams.  Memories of the wetting herself outside The Grinding Hog the previous night flooded back reminding he why she felt ill at ease.  Strangely the actual wetting wasn’t the reason Sarah felt uneasy - actually that had been strangely pleasing. The thought of it being all over social media wasn’t so great though. Not for a media persona like herself.

After breakfast she phoned the station, asking to be put through to the legal department. At least they could log the incident and consider whether to pursue removal of any similar clips. She’d learned the hard way it’s not about the previous skeletons in the closet, it’s how they’re managed today.

Sarah explained the whole situation, being careful to leave Chris and Pete with their childish prank out of the discussion. They didn’t need the legal department considering the implications of them spiking her coffee with diuretic. As much as she thought they were idiots she didn’t want to see them sacked, or worse.  Sarah explained to the legal office the situation, simply that she’d been bursting for a wee, had tried to make it through the broadcast but in the end had wet herself infront of the waiting crowd.

At least the girl on the other end of the phone sounded sympathetic, she only sounded young and Sarah wondered if her sympathy stemmed from finding herself in a similarly desperate situation.

“Ok, you’ve given me an outline” the legal assistant said, “Now I’m just going to fill in the form whilst you’re online so that we can issue a removal of media mandate.  First of all, date and time of the incident?”

“That would be last night” said Sarah “So Sunday 2nd February, and it was probably about nine-fifteen in the evening.”

The girl on the other end paused and then sounded confused.

“It’s Sunday today - I know that because I’m on weekend cover, so that would make last night Saturday the 1st.  Let’s carry on.  Now. The location of your OB, where the incident occurred?”

Sarah replied explaining it was at the opening of The Grinding Hog.  After giving a few more details, the legal girl asked if she could put Sarah on hold whilst she did a search on the Station’s servers for the broadcast footage.  The girl seemed to be gone for a long time. Whilst she waited, Sarah picked up her mobile. Anything was better than crackly audio from the station’s daytime scheduling.

Sarah nearly dropped her phone when she saw the date on her home screen - 2nd February….   Again?  How could that be.  Quickly she opened up her normal browser, the home screen there was also showing Sun 2nd.  Her watch too and the kitchen wall clock. Sarah knew she’d saved a link to the social media video clip of her wetting, so she clicked on it. At least that would prove it, she could email that on to the legal girl….   But her phone just showed an Error 404 - content not found.

Just as Sarah was trying to process all of this, the legal girl took Sarah off hold. Sounding more confused that ever, she explained that she’d done a site-wide search for The Grinding Hog but that had revealed no stored archive media. She’d looked at Sarah’s scheduled reports and the previous night had been some piece about a local fundraising concert.  After that she’d done a wider search and looked into Sarah’s show schedules. They showed that Sarah was due to cover The Grinding Hog grand opening, but not until this evening.

“Maybe I misunderstood” she said, “Are you phoning to log a concern that something may be about to happen tonight?  We can’t really take advance reports, the incident has to have already occurred.”

Something began to click together in Sarah’s mind…

“Erm” she replied, just for a moment trying to summon her characteristic professionalism.  “You know what, you’re absolutely right. I thing I must have been working too hard, last thing before bed I was thinking about the grand opening, erm, I mean tonight’s grand opening, then I think I had this really weird dream. I think I dreamed I was bursting for the loo and I think it must all have got so jumbled.  Can we scrap this whole conversation and I’ll restart the day.”

Restarting the day seemed to make most sense - Sarah couldn’t see any other logical explanation, it was unbelievable of course, but then again to have every day repeating itself as February 2nd was also unbelievable. Sarah switched on the TV news - yes the same story as yesterday. Her yesterday, but somehow everybody else’s today.

It could explain why the producer had sent her to The Grinding Hog two days on the run. It could also explain why there was the same traffic jam making them arrive late both days. It explained why the two Muppets she called her crew had spiked her coffee two days on the run, causing her to then wet herself in absolute sheer desperation on live TV.

Still. The feeling of fulness and even the adrenaline rush of actually wetting wasn’t actually that un-pleasurable.  Whilst it lasted, Sarah realised, it seemed that anything that happened would be completely forgotten the next day.  Not forgotten, and no next day. No, just a rerun of the same day.

Sarah wondered if the cycle of repeating February 2nd - Grinding Hog Day would go on forever. The world running the same script and only Sarah free to have some fun.  It would be wise to be cautious Sarah reasoned to herself, at least to check that the cycle was going to continue, but a girl could make some fun out of that at least.

 

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“So that’s everything covered studio wise - floor, you’re happy - lights, happy, video - ok, sound?, green room - all good, post prod? Any problems anyone… No? Fab

Right then - OB.  That’s you Saz. Are you with us…?”

Suddenly all eyes were on Sarah Riley and she smiled naughtily.  She’d been thinking about her last two nights’ desperate pees and wondering how far she should push the boundaries. Naughty thoughts flooded her mind.

Nigel the Exec Producer cleared his throat - “So Saz, tonight it’s the grand opening of The Grinding Hog so you’re going to be on the spot. You’ll have read up on the brief right? Women’s only bar, oiled up guys dancing on the bar, that sort of thing.  Should be right up your back alley. Why don’t you see if they’ll give you a VIP package?”

So there it was, the cycle continuing. Another opportunity for her bladder to be tested to the limit no doubt.  Sarah took a large swig from her coffee, she could already feel that comfortably full feeling after a bottle of water on her drive in earlier too.

“It’s a live OB, Chris and Pete are your crew, you’ll have to jump in the van now. No time for wardrobe so I suppose that outfit will have to do and you can put some slap on in the van.”

Sarah was quite proud of today’s outfit - part of the job description was to never be seen in the same outfit twice and she’d spent the morning picking out her wardrobe for the next few Grinding Hog outside broadcasts.  Today’s ensemble was a bit of a Grease tribute…. A pair of glossy black killer heels, super skintight glossy PVC pants with a tight fitting black white vest top, colourful scarf tied round her neck and a black biker chick leather jacket.

In the van Sarah, as always finished her second coffee of the night, enjoying the tingle of the caffeine not to mention the building fulness.

“Is it worth us taking the ring road, you know just in case there’s a delay or anything?” asked Sarah.  Pete who was driving gave her the sort of look that says ‘why would there be?’ And carried on driving.

Forty five minutes later and of course traffic had ground to a halt, confirming the repeating daily pattern of events to Sarah Chris.

“Pile up just ahead, we’re just about there though.  So Saz, the gallery have said we’ll be pretty much on air as soon as we get there.  Game head on?”

Then Pete chipped in “Anyway, you’ll be wanting to get this one done pretty quickly.  How’s your coffee by the way?”

“It was great” replied Sarah, “Although it’s really making me want a wee really badly. If we don’t get there soon I might be asking one of you to hold this empty cup for me to pee in.  Would you think me a dirty cow if I did that?”

With that both of the guys looked at each other like over excited schoolboys and tried to suppress giggles.

Finally they reached the venue, parking the broadcast van in the usual alleyway. Whilst the guys got busy setting up Sarah stood by the van, feeling the cold night air in her nostrils, the familiar shiver through her body and the feeling that her bladder was shrinking in the cold. She paused, clenching her muscles for a brief moment and then standing as still as a statue she relaxed slightly relishing the first trickle of her wee making its way from her overfull bladder, down her urethra and to her peehole. She was careful to keep close control over her bladder muscles, Sarah definitely didn’t want to empty her bladder at this point, just to relieve some pressure, but after all she had taken on board extra liquids for tonight’s performance.

Tonight Sarah had a tiny, flimsy black thong under the PVC pants and her first impression was that it certainly didn’t hold very much of her liquid at all.  She felt the hot urine make its way across both bum cheeks, finding any path it could under the slinky smooth PVC and she could feel trickles tracking from there down the back of each leg, taking a random course, feeling the wetness tracking down past her knees. The feeling was quite delicious, but Sarah wanted to prolong the pleasure so she reluctantly clamped her bladder shut. After a few seconds the urge to continue releasing had passed and Sarah was able to relax again. She still felt desperately full, but not in immediate danger of wetting so that was fine. Sarah ran her hands around her bum and inner thighs confirming that her PVC trousers had worked a treat, nobody would have a clue what was going on inside them except Sarah.

“Ok Saz, just got word from the studio is our three minute count-in, normal intro and piece, then just hold static for questions from the studio”

“All Righty” replied Sarah. “Which one of you boys would like to hold a cup for me to piss in? Have you ever helped a desperate girl pee before?”

“Erm, negative - there isn’t time.  You’ll just have to hold it.  Anyway, you look sexy when you’re desperate.”

“You’re absolutely right” replied Sarah boldly.  “It’s almost making me horny!”  ‘Almost’ Sarah mused to herself, if only they knew.

“Ooh, no need to get your knickers in a twist, unless you’re trying to wring them out of course.” was the predictable reply.

“And live in five, four, three…. “

Sarah heard her earpiece audio switch to the studio, applause dying away and Tony the show’s host introducing her live report (again!) from The Grinding Hog.  Time for the million dollar smile to camera, glamour and the chance to wet herself. Again. But this time for her pleasure.

Again Sarah’s piece to camera went like a dream, and let’s face it she’d rehearsed it the last two days.  Whilst she was presenting of course Sarah needed to control her breathing to maintain her delivery but between times - whilst Tony asked her a question, or when she paused between segments in her piece, each time Sarah relaxed the hold on her bladder, enjoying feeling another squirt of her red hot liquid.  She could feel it pushing upwards through her slit, warming her tummy, but mostly she could feel each gush jetting around both of her bum cheeks and shooting down her legs, being funnelled to finally run to her feet and to the ground below.

Where she stood she was far enough away from the uncouth crowd for them to notice anything. They and the millions, well maybe thousands, of TV viewers didn’t have a clue that Miss Sarah Riley was actually forcefully pissing herself deliberately.

As she had done the night before, and the night before that, Sarah followed Chris’ instruction in her earpiece to walk over to interview the crowd.  If she thought the feeling of hot wee cascading down her legs was amazing, nothing had prepared Sarah for the feeling of walking with the hot liquid soaked lacy thong hugging her pussy, each step massaging her private parts. Finally though Sarah had to bring her thoughts back to the broadcast in hand.

“So Tony, back to you in the studio. I’m Sarah Riley coming at you live from The Grinding Hog.”

Sarah heard the audience applause through her earpiece, but knew she wasn’t off air yet, so it was beaming smiles until finally Pete gave the thumbs up and the red light on top of the camera went off.  Just like the previous nights there were a bunch of the club management at the door, the public still waiting impatiently.  Sarah couldn’t resist going over to perform one final release - after all who would turn away the chance of leaving a puddle on a red carpet.

With a huge smile on her face Sarah walked back to the van where Pete and Chris were packing away.  Walking felt amazing again, the PVC had held in the warmth and with each step Sarah felt herself being massaged, like the best oral sex ever.   The journey back to the media centre was quiet, the guys didn’t really speak and Sarah - well, she was busy in the darkness of the back seat of the van giving herself a good private massage.

By the time she got home Sarah’s bladder was full enough again for her to kick off the heels, step into the shower and give herself one last flood before stripping off, showering, getting into bed and bringing herself to the most amazing orgasm she had ever experienced.

That night Sarah eventually fell asleep thinking up some very naughty ideas for the next few Grinding Hog days and had some very, very pleasant dreams.

[Sophie 24,413]

Holy shit this series is incredible. I'm rather turned on now! 

I won't be as brave as Sarah but I've just ordered myself some PVC trousers online 😉

Thank you so much for sharing. 

[gldenwetgoose 21,500]

15 hours ago, Sophie said:

Holy shit this series is incredible. I'm rather turned on now! 

I won't be as brave as Sarah but I've just ordered myself some PVC trousers online 😉

Thank you so much for sharing. 

Ha ha - PVC trousers behind closed doors are fine too.   Pictures though......?

The beauty of waking up to a Grinding Hog Day is it's the gift that just keeps on giving - a new opportunity every day, with no recriminations, just the slate washed (or peed) clean every night.

[gldenwetgoose 21,500]

[Part four - this time bringing in some male desperation and wetting as well as, of course, Sarah exploring her growing fetish]

 

Grinding Hog Day +3

 

Sarah woke late, feeling the comfortable fuzziness of someone at peace with the world, having had the best night’s sleep ever.  Late that is for her normal schedule, but since her live broadcast was only on the late evening show, with a 6pm production meeting that wasn’t an issue.

The only thing on her mind at that particular moment, apart from being warm and cosy, was her full morning bladder. Sarah dozed for another fifteen minutes before she decided enough was enough, threw back her cosy duvet and stepped onto her thick bedroom carpet. She padded over to the bathroom, enjoying the feeling of her short satin nightwear brushing against her breasts and curvy bum, her nipples immediately standing up.

On a whim, instead of sitting down on the toilet as normal, Sarah stepped into the bath, sitting down on the end and parting her knees. Looking down she had a clear view of her blonde curls, which she parted to reveal a neat slit.  As she relaxed, she felt the first gentle trickle push through her pussy lips, then watched it running down the bath to form a warm golden coloured puddle around her feet.

Sarah breathed deeply, why had this simple act - peeing, pissing, having a slash, wetting her whistle, tinkling, wee-weeing, going pee-pee  - never felt this good before?

Instinctively Sarah used both hands to press her silk nightshirt onto her pubic mound, holding her bladder in for a few seconds, feeling blond curls again through her fingers and then relaxing, feeling the wetness spread through the fabric onto her hands just like she had two nights previously.

Sarah had never felt herself this aroused before, certainly not by the act of peeing. She’d certainly not considered anyone wetting themselves, let alone herself, to be anything of a turn-on. Now though something had changed. And this strange repeating Grinding Hod Day phenomenon meant Sarah was free to explore it with minimum risk of any negative feedback.

 

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The rest of the day Sarah had devoted to ‘her time’, which varied between gently pampering herself, right up to making full use of her bottom drawer toy cupboard.  Thoughts of this strange time warp situation were never far from her mind and soon Sarah turned her attention to going back into the office and preparing for the night’s broadcast.

The evening’s production meeting followed it’s same pattern, the same well worn innuendo laden comments as every night, the same put down about her wardrobe choices. To be fair, tonight’s choice was a little understated to the observer anyway - tight black denim jeans and a nice top.

In the van Sarah finished her second coffee of the night, and as always traffic had ground to a halt. Chris put his mobile down.

“Pile up just ahead, we’re just about there though.  So Saz, the gallery have said we’ll be pretty much on air as soon as we get there.  Game head on?”

Then as if scripted Pete chipped in “Anyway, you’ll be wanting to get this one done pretty quickly.  How’s your coffee by the way?”

With that both of the guys looked at each other like over excited schoolboys and tried to suppress giggles.

“You know how much I love my coffee” Sarah replied “It’s so good of you to keep me refreshed.”

With that the two calmed down, and Sarah smiled to herself. It was about time they got a taste of their own medicine. Three nights on the run now they’d put a diuretic in her drink and she had a feeling that couldn’t be healthy. This time around Sarah had decided to turn the tables, it had been as easy as anything to swap cups whilst they were loading up. Now Sarah was waiting and watching.

 

They reached the venue, parking the broadcast van in its exact spot as usual in the alleyway to the side. The guys followed their routing starting to unload and setting up tripod, broadcast camera, lighting panel, sound boom and getting the uplink activated.

Tonight Sarah wasn’t nursing her desperate bladder so much. Sure she’d taken fluids on board, but then she wasn’t anywhere near the state of the last three nights. She had time to keep a close eye on her two crew - after all she wasn’t actually sure which of them had taken the laced coffee.

Whilst they were bustling about it was hard to tell, but once the equipment was all in place and they were waiting for the uplink and the studio handover then it became more apparent. Sarah watched with a bit of smugness as Pete her cameraman shifted his weight from foot to foot, shuffling slightly uncomfortably.

A few minutes passed and as the seconds ticked by Sarah’s assumption was confirmed. Chris the sound engineer looked his normal self, but Pete was definitely showing signs of needing to pee.  Sarah for a brief moment felt a little sorry for him, but then she thought that this was payback time - the last three nights it had been her suffering for their fun. Now it was his turn, and with the Grinding Hog effect whatever happened, the clock would reset at midnight anyway.

Not only that but Sarah’s mind played over the desperation she’d felt, ignoring the discomfort she analysed the feelings of fullness, the moment of release, the hot comforting flood on her bum, legs and all around her lady parts. She imagined Pete pulling out his cock and spraying the pavement in front of him and the visual mind’s eye picture gave Sarah a familiar tingle. Maybe this would be more that just a get even she thought.

A couple of minutes passed and Pete was really showing the need to pee. One hand in his light blue jeans pocket and lots of pacing going on - then there was a crackle in her earpiece and Sarah heard Chris’ voice:

“Ok Saz, just got word from the studio is our three minute count-in, normal intro and piece, then just hold static for questions from the studio”

“All Right” replied Sarah, a slight smugness and a tease in her voice tonight. “I’m just wondering if we should have had a comfort break, does anyone else need the loo”

“Erm, negative - there isn’t time.  You’ll just have to hold it.  Anyway, you look sexy when you’re desperate.”

Sarah smiled to herself as she looked at Pete - ‘I’m not the only one looking sexy’.

“Well, then - holding it is” laughed Sarah in reply.

“Ooh, no need to get your knickers in a twist, unless you’re trying to wring them out of course.”

Chris’ voice in her earpiece gave her the countdown.  “And live in five, four, three…. “

Then as she did each night, Sarah heard her earpiece audio switch to the studio, applause dying away and Tony the show’s host introducing her live report from The Grinding Hog.  Time again for the million dollar smile to camera and the glamour - at least tonight it wasn’t her fighting to avoid wetting herself.

That was no exaggeration either, Sarah delivered her intro, smiling straight into the camera lens but behind the camera she was aware of Pete who still had one hand firmly wedged in his jeans pocket. She could only really see his movement in her peripheral vision, but there was definitely movement.

Fortunately for Pete his outside broadcast camera was on a tripod for this segment, and he was almost jumping from foot to foot behind it, squirming and bending his knees. The cold night air probably wasn’t helping him either.  Finally Sarah got through her intro and piece, as always the ribbon cutting went like clockwork, then Chris’ voice in her ear asking her to go down the line and interview a few clients.

That meant Chris releasing the camera from its tripod and hoisting it onto his shoulder, which in turn meant he had to use two hands to operate the focus and zoom rings. Not only that but Pete knew full well that any slight body movement would be magnified as jolting in the resulting broadcast picture and that wouldn’t be tolerated.

Sarah followed the pattern of every night, walking over to the uncouth lady at the front of the crowd, voicing her question to her and then quickly cutting away.  As Sarah went through the same routine she had a couple of moments when she could glance at the scene behind the camera.

Pete was definitely in trouble, she could see was bending forwards slightly, he had his thighs and knees squeezed hard together, one foot slightly in front of the other for stability, but Sarah could see the tension on his face. She half wondered again whether she should feel sorry for him. She realised she’d never really seen a guy in desperation before, she’d always imagined it was sort of a girl thing. Did it feel the same for a guy, was it the same muscles he’d be desperately clenching to hold back the flood? Usually a guy would just piss against a wall or something, but what if he couldn’t?  It wasn’t really anything she’d considered before.

Then predictably  it was time for Sarah to sign off .  Sarah heard the audience applause through her earpiece, but knew she wasn’t off air yet, so it was beaming smiles for a little longer.  It may only have been five seconds or so that Pete had to keep the camera trained on her, and it was five seconds of him having to hold statue-still. Five seconds that were just more than his diuretically challenged bladder could take.

In her peripheral vision Sarah saw a sudden darker patch appear on the front of Pete’s pale jeans and saw him jolt. She hadn’t really thought about it, but of course the wet patch appeared off to one side, level with his zip but almost to the pocket. For a moment Pete seemed to have regained control, but only for a moment which couldn’t have been more than a second or so. Still out of the corner of her eye Sarah saw the dark patch start to grow.

A fraction of a second later the red light on Pete’s camera went off, the feed had finished and Sarah’s eye’s immediately dropped to Pete’s crotch.  The initial wet spot on the side of his groin, obviously where the tip of his dick was lying in his pants was now the epicentre of a growing wet patch which followed the creases in his jeans, spreading back to his crotch and down the inside of both legs. Sarah watched open mouthed as the whole of the front of his jeans darkened and glistened along with the inside of both thighs pretty much right down to his ankles.

Throughout all of this Pete just stood motionless, sort of letting it happen. After all, the damage had been done, there wasn’t anything more he could do.  Finally it was over. Pete didn’t say a word, just turned and walked back to the van with the equipment.

 

As always, the journey back to the media centre was tense, understandably of course. Pete didn’t say a word and a little surprisingly neither did Chris. Maybe he didn’t dare.

As for Sarah, she was lost in a fantasy world imagining a naked man, not Pete of course, but a beef hunk pin up, like the Grinding Hog guys, standing in front of her, pants around his ankles, large cock in hand, pissing a golden arc onto the ground in front of him. Maybe even letting Sarah stroke his cock and gently tickle his balls as he did so.

Before she knew it Sarah was back at her apartment, her own bladder now making its presence felt in a very pleasurable way and her mind racing with thoughts of well endowed masculine peeing.  Sarah reached a bottle of wine out of the fridge, pouring herself a large glass and gulping it down, before refilling it.  Sarah’s mind was racing over events of that evening and the wine soon begin to hit the spot, a gentle fuzziness helping fuel her fantasies.

Sarah couldn’t remember ever being more turned on, it wasn’t just the fact she’d watched a man piss himself - was it a control thing? That she’d made him do it? Was that it?  Certainly she liked to be in control, it came with the job to an extent of course.  Perhaps the fact that she’d suddenly over the last few days found herself enjoying the whole desperation and relief thing, perhaps that was it.  Talking of desperation and relief, Sarah realised she was very much at that point. ‘What to do?’ She thought.

After the last few days a simple wee on the loo would be far too mundane. Walking into the bedroom Sarah noticed her bottom ‘toy’ drawer still open from the morning’s play.  The rest of the night… well maybe that’s a story for another time.

[Alfresco 11,639]

This is  a great concept.  Much like the original, frustrating for Sarah at first, but then she learns to turn it all to her advantage.  Great writing too.   Thanks @gldenwetgoose

[gldenwetgoose 21,500]

[Part Five - The final climax as it were....]

 

Grinding Hog Day +4

 

Sarah gasped slightly and then smiled, both actions hidden by her hand casually placed over her face.

For the last ten minutes she’d been teasing herself, letting her pee build up its pressure in her urethra, but clamping her pee muscles at the last second to hold the flow. The feeling had been electrifying, but nowhere near as delicious as the feeling now of hot urine playing onto her thighs and spreading under her bum cheeks as it soaked into the upholstery. Still, despite that freedom Sarah still instinctively kept her hand covering her face. After all, she’d picked a quiet spot but didn’t want everyone else in the coffee shop to know she was vandalising the seat by slowly and discretely emptying her full bladder under a table in public.

Of course, Sarah thought to herself, she didn’t really need to be discrete. After all she was in Grinding Hog World as it were, where every day followed a repeating cycle - only her with free will and all her transgressions wiped clean as the day restarted itself at midnight every night. The last few days had proven time and time again to Sarah this was her kingdom. She was Queen, Chief of Staff, Captain of this vessel and all around her were powerless, they simply followed a prescribed path, a script with no ad lib, no capacity for change, and no offence to be taken (or remembered at least).

‘Anyway, what else could I do?’ rationalised Sarah, ‘I hadn’t been to the toilet for hours and the coffee shop bathrooms were closed.’  There were of course elements of truth, the restroom was closed for cleaning and Sarah hadn’t actually sat on a toilet since, well at least 24 hours ago, maybe more.  All the days were merging into one, even for Sarah.

Last night after the broadcast, Sarah had arrived home desperate - in more ways than one. A glass of wine had led to a second glass, then a second bottle. Horniness had overtaken Sarah’s need to pee, then her horniness had been overtaken by her drunkenness. Like a real life porn clip, she’d left a trail of clothes as she staggered into her bedroom, had lay on her bed allowing her battery powered buzzy little toy to explore her favourite places. Even despite her drunken state, the vibrations felt amazing and perhaps numbed by the alcohol she’d slowly but surely eventually hit an amazing climax - although with it losing complete control of her bladder. Her contracting muscles of orgasm jetting her clear urine all over the bed. It wasn’t just a few squirts either,  a huge bladder sized pool spreading across the width of the bed soaking both her and her mattress. Then the alcohol had taken over again, her eyes drifted closed but soon leading that that nauseas room-spinning feeling and the inevitable vomiting onto the carpet at the side of the bed. As she wretched, spraying more pee into the bed with each convulsion.  Sarah had then fallen into a drunken comatose sleep, not caring about the sodden bedding or the vomit in her hair.  Yet this morning she’d awoken in a pristine fresh bed again - no signs of the previous night’s incidents, other than some hazy yet still exciting memories of climaxing.

Sarah hadn’t bothered with her morning bathroom visit either, instead donning light grey yoga pants and T shirt and heading out on a morning jog. She was proud of her looks in those tight pants, emphasising a full yet pert bottom and the toned muscles of a runner. It didn’t bother her to feel the niggling fullness of her bladder as she left the house - in fact Sarah was growing to relish the feeling which was triggering lots of naughty thoughts.  Previously of course she’d never have dreamed of being caught having an outdoor wee or even looking desperate. As a news personality she did like to think of herself as a minor celebrity with ratings to maintain.

This morning though, Sarah knew that any gossip, any hint of unseemly behaviour would cease to even have existed at midnight. Sarah had weighed up her options.  Letting strangers see her squirming in desperation?  Catching their eye and letting them watch her duck behind a hedge or wall?  No, Sarah was feeling much naughtier than that - she’d guzzled an isotonic juice and then had run until she was practically having to force a hand beneath her thighs to hold back the flood. She’d stopped near a bench at an intersection in the path and to her luck saw a man walking towards her. Pretending not to see him, Sarah carried on her frantic squirming pee dance until he came close, then she’d recognised him - even better.

“Oh, hello Mr Hoffman, how nice to see you - sorry I’m absolutely bursting for the toilet, I think if I don’t find a bathroom soon I might….  Oh no……”

With that Sarah had yanked down her yoga pants to her knees at the same time as pushing as hard as she could so a gush of her pee jetted out, initially hitting her pants as she was still squatting down, then splashing hard onto the tarmac. She’d carried on peeing had until finally her bladder emptied, eventually slowing to drips. Mr Hoffman had initially barely reacted, then his eyes had widened slightly, and like a man waking from a coma the strangled words “My, oh my, you did need to go didn’t you!” had weakly escaped his lips. Sarah definitely saw a stirring in his trousers too, before his face blanked and he reverted back to his script for this and every other day.

So now, here was Sarah, sitting in a loose skirt in Traci’s coffee shop enjoying letting a stream of wee play into the upholstered seat beneath her. It felt deliciously naughty of course, just to be slowly and gradually releasing her bladder. Sarah could feel the same tingle as every other time over the last few days she’d peed in somewhere other than the boring toilet.

Now though Sarah felt an extra tingle of naughtiness too. Under the coffee shop table she allowed her fingers to gently glide over her thigh, reaching upwards to her pubic area, reaching inside damp panties and caressing peachy smooth skin where earlier this morning there had been dark golden curls. After her run, still feeling naughty, Sarah had put her lady shave to work, giving herself a complete trim.  Walking down to Traci’s the breeze and the fabric pulling and pushing against her peachy curves had felt amazing.  Sarah allowed her fingers to reach the top of her slit, now exposed and delighted in the feelings the jolted through her body as finger tip met the slight stubble trapped at the top of her fold.  Sarah’s forefinger tracked downwards to her peehole - feeling the hot liquid still steadily emerging. Finally Sarah allowed her first two fingers to part her labia just enough to reach downwards and start to massage her clitoris in the hot liquid.

She of course still had her hand discretely in front of her mouth and Sarah allowed herself to reach a silent but still powerful climax. At one point Traci had glanced over from the counter, and just smiled politely. There wasn’t much to see of course, the table hid the wet action, but as Sarah reasoned, even if she’d lay on top of the table, legs akimbo there would still be the standard Grinding Hog reaction.

 

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During the afternoon Sarah had plenty of time to make her plans for the evening broadcast, and what a plan she had in mind.  She couldn’t help thinking about Mr Hoffman’s reaction - the way she’d forced him to react to her wetting, like waking a coma patient from their dreamless sleep.  Perhaps, just perhaps if she could force enough people to wake up, perhaps she alone would have the power to restore normality, to break this repetitive cycle - and after all, if a live broadcast couldn’t do it then what could….

Later that afternoon Sarah was still running through her plan in her mind as she sat in the same production meeting as every Grinding Hog day, her mind was in overdrive, and she was feeling very horny too.

“So that’s everything covered studio wise - floor, you’re happy - lights, happy, video - ok, sound?, green room - all good, post prod? Any problems anyone… No? Fab. Right then - OB.  That’s you Saz. Are you with us…?”

Suddenly all eyes were on Sarah Riley and she jumped back from her daydreaming. Nigel the Exec Producer cleared his throat as always - “So Saz, tonight it’s the grand opening of The Grinding Hog so you’re going to be on the spot. You’ll have read up on the brief right? Women’s only bar, oiled up guys dancing on the bar, that sort of thing.  Should be right up your back alley. Why don’t you see if they’ll give you a VIP package?”

Sarah ignored the innuendo, as always, it was the same every day. Today though she opened her mouth to speak,

“Actually, I thought I might get a couple of the male dancers to, erm, help me through the….”.

Sarah didn’t get to finish her sentence though, it was like Nigel hadn’t heard her speak.

“It’s a live OB, Chris and Pete are your crew, you’ll have to jump in the van now. No time for wardrobe so I suppose that outfit will have to do and you can put some slap on in the van.”

‘That outfit’ thought Sarah to herself with a hidden smile, if only he knew what ‘that outfit’ was aimed to achieve.  Today Sarah had, as always, carefully chosen her outfit, a rock chick looking top with chunky silver necklace, short red check mini-kilt type skirt and black shiny thigh high boots.  The other thing that made her smile was knowing that underneath that skirt was, well basically nothing, just a freshly shaved bare and very moist pussy.

Fifteen minutes later Sarah along with Chris the audio tech and Pete the cameraman were on their way.  Sarah finished her second coffee of the night, the caffeine starting to give her a little tingle and energise her enthusiasm. She could feel the liquid just starting to pool in her bladder again in a most comfortable way.

Forty five minutes later and as always they were only half a mile further on. Traffic had ground to a halt. Chris put his mobile down.

“Pile up just ahead, we’re just about there though.  So Saz, the gallery have said we’ll be pretty much on air as soon as we get there.  Game head on?”

Then Pete chipped in “Anyway, you’ll be wanting to get this one done pretty quickly.  How’s your coffee by the way?”

With that both of the guys looked at each other like over excited schoolboys and tried to suppress giggles.  Sarah didn’t need to say anything this time, just leaving them to their giggles.

They reached the venue, parking the broadcast van on the usual alleyway to the side. Whilst the guys unloaded and set up tripod, broadcast camera, lighting they didn’t seem to notice Sarah slipping over to the entrance of the club and chatting with the management, all part of executing her afternoon’s plans.  A few minutes later Sarah was just returning to her spot in front of the camera, this time with three of the club’s male dancers with her. They really were magnificent she thought, all muscles which were accentuated by their bare chests and tight shorts.  As always there was a crackle in her earpiece and Sarah heard Chris’ voice:

“Ok Saz, just got word from the studio is our three minute count-in, normal intro and piece, then just hold static for questions from the studio”

“All Righty” replied Sarah as always. “I’ve brought some friends with me, they’re going to help me out tonight, especially as I’m really, really desperate for a piss.  Of course I could always go now if that’s better…”

Sarah knew she could get away with pretty much anything, the script would carry on irrespective and it did:

“Erm, negative - there isn’t time.  You’ll just have to hold it.  Anyway, you look sexy when you’re desperate.”

“So you tell me all the time” winked Sarah.  “Would you like to see just how desperate I am?”

“Ooh, no need to get your knickers in a twist, unless you’re trying to wring them out of course.”

“You actually imagine that I’m wearing knickers?” Asked Sarah, winking naughtily at Pete and at the same time pulling up her skirt to give a quick flash of her newly shaven slit.  There was a silence in her earpiece, but in the silhouette of the night lighting she could see Chris trying to stifle giggles.  Children, absolute children she thought to herself.  Before they could answer though, Chris’ voice in her earpiece gave her the countdown.

“And live in five, four, three…. “

So this was the moment, as every day, of waiting for the studio handover, for the applause in her earpiece to die down and then her intro to the viewing public. Sarah’s piece to camera went like a dream, and let’s face it she’d rehearsed it the last two days.  Whilst she was presenting of course Sarah needed to control her breathing to maintain her delivery but between times - like whilst Tony was asking a question from the studio she was able to divert her concentration.

Several things were tugging at her concentration apart from the broadcast. Firstly there was the throbbing fullness in her bladder.  Not painful by any real measure, but certainly overfull at that stage where it would be sheer heaven to open the floodgates. Not yet though, Sarah had a moment in mind and she was confident, mostly, of holding on.

The second, third and fourth things fighting for her concentration we the club’s dancers she had ‘helping her out’.  All three were on their knees cuddled up against her thighs, their faces just inches away from her bare private parts. Sarah was standing with her legs slightly apart and the guy on either side had an arm intertwined with each of her legs. She could feel their fingertips caressing her thighs.  These guys were professionals and knew exactly how far they could go without assuming too much. Sarah though was a girl who knew what she wanted, and wasn’t afraid to get it, so very subtly whilst speaking on camera she reached down to one of the arms and gently drew it upwards under the cover of her skirt.  Clearly the guy in question knew exactly what she had in mind too.

The momentary break in her delivery was a credit to her professionalism - a barely discernible intake of breath as his hand reached the fold of her bare slit.  His thumb pressed onto the upper opening of it as his forefinger caressed the length of her labia. The feeling was amazing, but was literally pushing Sarah to the edge of her control. Nevertheless Sarah carried on through her interview with the studio. All the time though the day’s horniness, the full bladder and now this dancer’s exquisitely wandering hands were driving her wilder and wilder.  Sarah felt a spurt of wee escape her straining bladder, felt the pressure build at the tip of her urethra and then the hot trickle against her leg. Of course before it reached her leg it had to flow across the dancers fingers and all the signs were he didn’t seem to mind.

Sarah continued smiling her best to the viewing public, her inner self was beginning to squeal with delight, the combined wandering hands and leaking rivulets from second to second.  Sarah knew her time to act was now or never. With a deep breath and a final clench of her bladder muscles, Sarah interrupted Tony in the studio.

“Sorry Tony, but in breaking news here this is Sarah Riley performing a live sex act here on the opening night of the Grinding Hog and I think this might excite you.  I’m going to need a wider camera angle here please Pete, you’ve got to see what these delightful guys are doing for me.  Pete….?”

With that Pete did react and widen up his lens. As he did Sarah stepped her feet slightly wider apart.  She knew she had literally a second or two.  With one hand she grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it upwards, revealing her freshly shaved pussy and at the same time pulling one of the dancers around towards her.  Finally she gave in to the screaming of her bursting bladder, pushing hard on her pelvic muscles so that a huge gush of her stored up pee jetting out of her pussy, most of it spraying into the dancer’s face. She expected him to pull away, but instead he crouched in deeper, cupping his mouth under her slit with the other dancer obediently moving his hand.   Sarah could feel his hot breath and could hear the gurgling of her hot liquid entering and overflowing his mouth. Then almost immediately feeling his tongue tracing its way up her labia, tickling against her peehole and causing her pee to firehose in every direction, before settling to work on her clitoris.  The whole scenario was electric and it was only a matter of seconds before Sarah felt the first onset of what was to be a mind-blowing orgasm.

Those few seconds were pretty busy for everyone else too.  Across the nation, old ladies were dropping their knitting, teenage boys eyes were dropping out of their heads, young mothers were trying to shield their children’s eyes and old men were feeling some long forgotten stirrings.

In the studio gallery all hell had broken loose too.  Nigel the Executive Producer was screaming at everyone, there wasn’t a commercial break lined up, the vision had cut to bluescreen, then back to Sarah and then onto blue screen again, but with the audio feed of Sarah’s mind blowing climax.

Finally the moment was over….   The broadcast was over, the screaming subsided both from the studio in Sarah’s earpiece and from Sarah herself.   Only the next morning would tell whether the cycle had been broken, whether Sarah would be waking up to another Grinding Hog day or whether she would be waking up to unemployment.  Either way only time would tell, but in the mean time there were three very hunky male dancers and a favour to be repaid….

 

[Sophie 24,413]

Wow, just... Wow! The whole series has been incredibly hot, thank you so for writing it! 

In a way, I am really jealous of Sarah being able to pee however she wanted with no consequences. I've just had the thought of having a staff meeting at work and just peeing where I was sat into one of the padded chairs. 

[Alfresco 11,639]

Fantastic!   The most imaginative and very detailed installment of the series and the whole series is brilliant.   Thank you @gldenwetgoose

I also fully agree with @Sophie, it would be brilliant to be able to pee wherever you want and even let people watch you do it, safe in the knowledge that it would clear itself up at midnight, no damage, no repercussions, but the memories living on.

[Chicklover99 566]

6 hours ago, Sophie said:

 

6 hours ago, Sophie said:

In a way, I am really jealous of Sarah being able to pee however she wanted with no consequences. I've just had the thought of having a staff meeting at work and just peeing where I was sat into one of the padded chairs. 

That sounds so good Sophie giving the chair a good soaking 

[speedy3471 10,655]

What amazing series @gldenwetgoose. Very erotic and very well written 

[Sweets 4,517]

Just love it thanks for sharing.  I love your creative naughty little mind.   What I would do for a naughty pee day outs and about 

[gldenwetgoose 21,500]

Glad you all like it....   I think that's as far as I'm going to take things with Sarah....    Open to suggestions fo the next series.