After the show

[gg111 97]

Contains female desperation and peeing

 

“Gotta pee!” exclaimed Jenny as she flung her headset down and weaved her way through the small crowd. 

The 39 year old tv producer had arrived to the control room with an already full bladder, but the show was about to start and she had missed her opportunity to use the ladies room. What was supposed to be simple 60 minute show ballooned into two hours due to breaking news, and she was needed the whole time to coordinate “traffic” and deal with the various guests. Jenny was the opposite of shy and she had a voice that carried, so before long the whole control room knew of her predicament. 

During most of the show she could keep her mind on her work, and it helped that she could stand and shift from foot to foot, arms folded (she had goosebumps all over and her nipples were almost painfully erect). She kept considering running to the restroom during commercial break, but it seemed like every time she had a chance something would come up that required her attention.

In spite of the situation, Jenny was actually enjoying herself. Her personality was suited to the challenges of live television; she thrived on the fast-pace and spontaneity that came with it. She performed her best “under pressure” and was proud of the show that she was putting on air, in spite of, or perhaps even because of, the massive piss that she was holding back. 

So when the show finally ended, and she threw down her headset, weaved her way through the crowd “Gotta pee! Out of my way!” and sprinted down the hall to the ladies room, she got a bit of a thrill. 
She was already clawing at her belt when she burst into the restroom, and by the time she got to an empty stall her jeans and panties were down to her thighs, her big pale butt jiggling behind her. 
Jenny gasped as she sat down, because in the split second that it took to plant her rear end on the seat, a pent-up stream of urine shot out of her and tore into the bowl below. It was definitely the loudest, hardest piss she could remember having in a long time, and for that alone she felt almost proud of herself. 

She closed her eyes and began to savor the relief, but after only about ten seconds she heard the restroom door crash open and the sound of another woman huffing and puffing. Jenny wondered who it was. Probably one of the interns. She heard the door in the adjacent stall open and the girl rush inside. There was a ruffling and clothes and a tap dancing of feet. Poor girl had probably been on the same show as her and was now bursting to pee too, Jenny thought to herself. She was suddenly curious to hear how her stream would compare. She was hit with a naughty impulse, and to hear it all better she decided she would cut her own stream short. With more than a little effort, she clenched her muscles down there and  stemmed her own flood. Her still-swollen bladder protested strongly, but it was a good kind of pain. And now she could better hear the girl next door, who finally, by the sound of it, was able to unzip her slacks and sit down. The stream was impressive. More of a spray and a hiss than Jenny’s laser-like gush, but very long and loud indeed. She could hear the girl was also breathing heavily, probably too shy to sigh and moan with an audience. 

All these sounds made her own interrupted pee even more pressing, but she now decided to try something different. After a gentle dab with toilet paper, she stood up from the bowl and pulled her panties and jeans back up over her chubby cheeks and her swollen bladder. She would release the rest (or rather the majority of it, as she barely let out much compared to what she was still holding in) when she got home. She preferred her own bathroom anyway.

Washing her hands at the sink, she heard the other girl’s runaway spray finally drop off. Jenny was now pretending to touch up her lipstick so that she could see the other girl emerge from the stall. It was Lori, the new intern. This amused Jenny even more, because Lori was quite petite and compact, so she wondered how such a little girl could have such a big bladder. 

Lori acknowledged Jenny, blushing “That was such a long show! I feel so much better now!”

“I know, tell me about it!” But Jenny was only pretending to know what an empty bladder felt like. She squeezed her thighs together, enjoying the feeling, and walked out the restroom door as composed as she could.