Fiona gets Revenge

[Broccoli 135]

This story is loosely connected to Part 5 of a series of stories I have written under the title Jonathan's fortunate occasions. It is not necessary to know those stories. 

Contains female naughty peeing.

 

The whole job had been a stupid idea in the first place! Fiona was angry at her mother, who had suggested she would take on a job at the fair as long as it lastet. "Just one week of work with no further obligations." mom had said. And now Fiona was sitting in the hot, wooden ticket booth of this fair for five hours already, but the line of people didn't got any shorter. Fiona had light brown hair and was in her early twenties. Her eyes had the color of hazelnuts and her smile was always warm and friendly. She was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of tight, beige trousers together with some sneekers she had gotten for her birthday. Her cousin always described Fiona as a "Doctor Who Companion Type" of girl, and although she had only seen very few episodes of the show, she liked how the smart girl had helped the funny old man to fight the evil roombas. The girl in those episodes wasn't really a 'companion', she was his partner, smart and intelligent and with her own agency. She always thought of this comparison as a compliment.

 

It was already dark outside and the humming lightbulb of her workplace was driving her insane. Not to mention the mosquitoes it was attracting. And than there was that unbearable fair music, that kept repeating and repeating. She had no idea how the people who traveled with the fair and worked there every day could stand this. Luckily, most of them were very nice. They had brought her some water over several times, because Fiona didn't even had time to get something to drink - or go to the toilet. Pierre, her boss for the week, was none of those nice people. He had demanded that the ticket booth should be open all the time. The previous day Fiona had worked there together with another girl from her town and they had taken turns to leave the booth for a while. But today she was alone and hating it. The customers weren't better. One pretentious woman had discussed with her for at least five minutes over the number of tickets Fiona had given her, and in the end Fiona had given in. But that was already several hours ago, and nothing exciting had happened since then.

"Do you have an idea how long this queue is? It's outrageous!" A man said as if he thought that comment would change anything. Fiona decided to ignore it and just asked him how many marks he wanted, while she folded her legs again. She really had to find a way to pee soon.  The outraged man had gotten his tickets when Fiona heard the door open behind her. "Thank god" she thought. Someone was here to give her a break finally. 

"Hey Girl." It was the voice of Pierre, her boss, and Fiona hopes shattered a little. She turned around to see the slimy man in his mid fourties, with his gelled hair and his foul teeth. He didn't even bother to learn her name and always referred to her as "Girl". 

"I need you t' go over to the shooting wagon and check if 't's locked." The way he talked, swallowing whole letters, aligned perfectly with his appearance. He had no trace of a French accent and Fiona was sure his name was as fake as Pierre's rolex watch.

"And who will continue here?" She asked.

"I'll. But if I walk all the way to that wagon, m'back's gonna kill me." 

How she hated that guy. But at least she could go to the loo now. She grabbed her bag and went out while Pierre told her to hurry. As soon as she closed the door, she turned to the loo.

"Where the hell you think you're going?" Pierre shouted from behind.

Fiona got red while all the outrageously long queue watched her. "To the toilets." she whispered. 

But Pierre didn't bother with any discretion and shouted back at her: "Did I told you t' go to the toilet or did I gave you a job t' do?"

"I just thought I..."

"Your not payed for thinking, girl, your payed t' do what ever the hell I tell you!"

Fiona was very embarrassed and very desperate, but knew it would be fruitless to discuss so she hurried in the direction of the shooting wagon, while the whole crowd watched her. 'What a basterd' she thought. The way he treated those who only worked at the fair for a week was outrages. Those girls - and Pierre only hired girls - had to do all the work the regulars didn't want. The whole job had been a stupid idea in the first place! 

Fiona was almost jogging, her bladder was at the brink of bursting, but the toilet situation at the fair was terrible. She was sure the regulars had some hidden facilities somewhere, that the local workers like her didn't get access to. Nonetheless, her desperation would come to an end soon. She could already see the wagon. After she cheked it, she could finally go to the loo.
Fiona stepped up the two metal steps to the door at the side of the wagon and stuck the key in. To her surprise she was able to it around twice, the door hadn't been locked. So she didn't went all that way for nothing. In the same moment one of the unbearable fair music songs stopped and a new was about to begin, so that everything was comparably silent for a few moments. It was that silence that allowed Fiona to hear the sound of running water from the inside. But as soon as the music began anew, she couldn't hear anything, so she just shrugged it off and began to hurry in the direction of the toilets. But she had just gone one step down the stairs, when good reasoning overcame her. After all she should at least check on the sound. To her knowledge the wagon wasn't connected to any plumbing so there couldn't really be a running faucet inside, but if she wouldn't check she wouldn't stop thinking about this all day. Also, those 10 seconds wouldn't break her bladder after all. 

Fiona turned on her heel, unlocked the door, opened it and let her jaw drop.

In the middle of the carpeted shooting wagon, between the stuffed animals that the visitors could win and the targets they had to shoot to do so, was a girl about her age. A short, brunette girl with incredible, curly hair. Naked.

Well, not completely naked, but almost. She was wearing a crop top. But there was no sign of trousers or underwear. Or shoes and socks for that matter. Her vagina was completly exposed. Full frontal nudity. And her vagina was also the source of the sounds Fiona had heard, for there was a thick stream of urine gushing out of it. The girl was standing straight, her feet shulder wide apart and her head tilted backwards a little in relief. The yellowish stream fell to the ground in a light arch and splattered on the carpet floor, tiny droplet ricocheting back upwards on the gorgeous, smooth legs of this gorgeous girl. The still of the peeing beauty in the shabby wagon burnt into Fiona's mind. The expression on the girls face had something sensual, it was not only relief but also arousal. She expressed some sort of inner peace. 
But the image was there only a fraction of a moment, for as soon as the girl had realised Fiona's entrance all that inner peace was gone. She immediately cut off her stream, jumped back a little, crossed her legs and tried to hide her private parts with her hands like the marble statue of some Greek goddess. She was no longer at peace with anything, and her expression was now one of pure fear. She was like a deer in the bright lights of an arriving car.

Both girls starred at each other while the door closed by itself behind Fiona. The naked girl talked first.
"I - I - the toilets - the queue" she tried to explain herself. 
"What the?" Fiona asked
"I just needed to pee so bad!" the girl explained. Fiona needed to pee so bad to.
"Get out of here!" Fiona shouted. The girl moved a little, but as soon as she did another burst of pee escaped and patterer on the carpet, she froze again. It was not easy to stop in the middle of a deeperate piss, although this was not the most desperate piss she had done this day. She had misused the wagon already earlier that evening. She moved again, again starting to piss, but didn't care this time. Fiona just watched in fury. The girl just ignored the piss that sprayed the wall with the stuffed animal trophies while she got on her tiptoes to get her trousers and shoes she had placed on the top shelf.
"I'm so sorry." She said, and really ment it, while she finished her stream for good, hurrying to get dressed again and stumbled out of the wagon, leaving a wet mess behind.

Fiona was angry. Who did this girl think she was? Did she knew who had to clean up after her? Did she even consider somebody had to clean up after her? Well, Fiona was not going to be the one washing the piss out of this carpet. Of course Pierre was going to make her, but she wouldn't. What would that Doctor Who girl do, the one her cousin compared her with? Well, that strong and independent girl sure wouldn't rub the piss out of some stinking carpet for minimum wage. She would show Pierre what a basterd he was. And Fiona was gonna stick it to him too. 

Before she could reconsider Fiona dropped her beige pants and squatted in the middle of the wagon. That jackass couldn't just grant no toilet breaks and get away with it. After a moment, a thin stream emerged from her bare pussy and began pooling in the middle. She began to press hard and was pressing out alls her anger with her pee. The lake that formed was foaming. Stupid basterd. The puddle spread and soon touched her sneakers, but only on the lower part. She didn't care. After 30 Seconds it all was over, but Fiona felt so much better. It was almost ecstatic. She redressed, and felt a little remorse she hadn't done more damage. She just left a puddle in the middle of the room, near the much more messy one the other girl had left. But Fiona had never been the girl with strong pee experience. Sure, she would piss in the bushes when she was out with friends in the park or forest, but she always tried to keep everything tidy. God forbid any of her friends would go to the same spot she had peed earlier and instead of a small, tidy puddle with a white handkerchief in the middle would discover some messy piss all over the forest floor. Even while peeing in the bushes there should be modesty and etiquette. She never realised how silly those thoughts were, until now. This piss would be discovered without doubt, and it would gross somebody out. Hopefully Pierre.

The wagon was smelling bad, and after further inspection Fiona realized there were some more puddles in here. Did the girl pee in here twice? Or had others discovered the conveniently closed wagon? Fiona didn't know, and she would not find out. She walked back to the ticket booth, confident like she hadn't been ever before. She slammed the keys on the counter and Pierre looked at her. He was puzzled. 
"I'm out." She didn't need to explain anything to that guy. Fiona simply turned around and left, while Pierre was shouting at her. "Come back Girl!" But after all, 'Girl' was not her name, and she was not going to come back.

At least not for work.