Pee Vandalism with Katie - Job 1

[rann 670]

This story contains content that may be objectionable to some, namely themes of vandalism, theft, and malicious intent. All characters and events are works of fiction. Thank you!

Note: This thread has both an introduction to provide backstory and the actual story in the following post.

 

Introduction
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Bitter? Sure. I guess that's one way of putting it. Maybe I am.

How about uncaring? Disconnected from the world? Downright bitchy? Yeah, I guess those would describe me too.

My name is Katie-- a nice, generic name. I'm twenty-two years old, lightly tanned, and tend to wear my hair down-- which happens to be a radiant shimmer of blond, by the way. I've got a nice firm body since I like to stay in shape, and I have a tendency to wear clothes that tend to be pricy but always flattering. So why am I telling you all of this?

Because you'll never find me.

See, that's the way the world works sometimes. Sometimes there's someone within an arm's reach and yet they're completely untouchable. Because the world isn't fair.

I found out the hard way when I was around eighteen years old. I grew up with only my dad. Even though I didn't have a mom, we always had more than enough finances to support ourselves because my dad was an amazing businessman-- at least he was. Everybody says that the world of business is cutthroat, but it wasn't until my dad's so-called "business partners" turned against him and took all his assets that I realized just how unforgiving it can be. My dad's life work was wrenched out from under him by a group of scumbags using underhanded business practices. It was too much, and my dad ended up committing suicide shortly after.

I don't hold it against him. He was a good dad.

But it just... pissed me off. I think it's around then when I realized that the world was fucked. I sold everything we owned and, along with my dad's tiny inheritance fund, I put myself through trade school and just disappeared off the radar for a while. I was just going through the motions of life, unfeeling of any passion for living. Luckily, I've always been a smart cookie so I got through school quickly-- I became a plumber since it paid a decent amount and let me work without coworkers. Easy money, really. Most of it comes down to unclogging toilets.

Oh, and fucking over society as it deserves to be.

Do you know how many businesses want their contractors to come in at night? They don't want any service-interruptions or noise during the day. So I come in at night with the Whole. Place. All. To. Myself.

So yeah, I fix their stupid plumbing. And do I steal things while I'm there? Yeah. Do I vandalize things? Fuck yeah. Have you ever had to go to the bathroom when the water isn't running? Yeah, no. I piss on the floor. And their furniture. And, if I'm really lucky, something valuable that they can't fix. It doesn't matter who they are -- they can be a big business, a tiny little startup, a charity, a church ... I don't give a fuck. This whole world is fucked anyways and I'm just playing the game. Besides... doing damage gets me horny as HELL.

I've gotten pretty good at it too. The plumbing company I work for? Hah. It's a fraudulent company that doesn't exist-- I control it. Heck, I even change its name up every so often. Sometimes, I'll even make it a little interesting and let a friend of mine -- an electrician -- in on it. We'll let ourselves in at night, spend five minutes doing our jobs, then five hours ruining their shit. And then we'll be gone without a trace-- our pockets full and our bladders empty.

I guess that's why I had to start sharing my stories here. I mean, a girl's got to brag a little, right? Some of my jobs are fucking wild. Plus, a part of me can't help but hope that some of my victims end up coming across my stories. Yeah-- the thousands of dollars of electrical equipment that put your startup out of business because someone pissed all over them? That was me, bitch.

...and you can't do a thing about it <3

 

Edited June 25, 2017 by rann

[rann 670]

The First Job
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"Yeah, I can definitely repair that leak!" Katie quipped over the phone as she sat at a corner desk in her modest fourth-floor apartment. "I have the equipment all ready to go so I can come by today if you'd like!"

Nodding as she listened to the other end, Katie couldn't help but let her left hand wander towards her crotch. "If you don't mind, ma'am, I usually suggest that I come in at night. I wouldn't want to bother your work with the noise my tools make..."

A sly smile spreads over Katie's face as she cradles the phone receiver on her shoulder and writes down the entry code that her unsuspecting client was now sharing over the phone. It was settled then -- tonight, she'll be heading over to the small textile shop a few blocks down to fix a leak that had started dripping from their ceiling. Easy jobs in small shops were Katie's favorite.

Grinning, Katie stands up from her desk to grab a pitcher of water from her refrigerator. She only had about an hour before the sun would start to set. After pouring a glass and quickly consuming its contents, Katie turns her thoughts to more pressing matters -- namely, what to wear for tonight? Since the building would be deserted, there would be no reason to wear an actual plumber's uniform, so Katie decided that she'll dress sexy -- these "jobs" always got her off anyways.

Katie passed the time by holding up various outfits in front of the mirror while downing glasses of water from time to time. Eventually, she decided on a sheer black thong that left little to imagination and a matching bra that provided full view of her already erect nipples. Since it was warm out, instead of getting fancy, Katie simply pulled on a tight little midnight-blue tee, boldly exposing the entirety of her midriff. Finally, she squeezed her shapely posterior -- and her now bulging bladder -- into an equally tight pair of shorts that teasingly allowed her thong to peek above her waistband.

She glances at the clock. "I'd better be going soon," Katie thinks to herself before downing one last glass of water. Grabbing her tool kit, Katie also makes it a point to grab a small duffel bag containing several water bottles and a few cans of soda.

The shop was deserted, as expected. Flicking on the light, Katie immediately notices the telltale rings of a slow-dripping leak over a portion of the ceiling. Immediately after, however, Katie turns her attention towards something far more interesting -- the rest of the store. It was a cozy little shop with rolls of fabric neatly arranged in stacks lining the walls. One wall appeared to be dedicated to showcasing curtains and drapery. Numerous mannequins displaying intricately designed clothes took up the floor, with the majority of space being taken by a large work table that appeared to have a newly-designed set of clothes on top of it.

Giddiness welled up within Katie, as well as a vague tingling in her nether-regions. "A small shop with no windows," Katie smiled naughtily, "I guess I'd better make myself at home!"

Completely ignoring the reason for her visit, Katie leaps on top of the work table with no regard for its contents. Wrinkling the pristine set of clothes under her barely-contained bottom, she kicks her feet out and stretches her arms.

"Ahh!" Katie sighs as she hears the clatter of various items that she had knocked off. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees that she had caused a well of ink to fall off the table and shatter. "Oh dear," Katie laughs, "I'd better clean that up!"

With her bladder now urging Katie to notice its volume, she figures that she had just the means to power-wash the floor. Grinning with excitement, Katie squeezes her cute bubble-butt out of her shorts and sits up on the table. Suddenly, however, she got an idea. Why should she waste her entire bladder on one tiny little splatter of ink? She knew that she had an enormous bladder so why not make use of the delightfully absorbent material all around her?

Katie hops off the table and walks over to the stacks of fabric, looking for the most expensive one. A luxurious roll of authentic white fur catches her eye and Katie quickly sets it aside. Next, Katie grabs numerous lengths of fabric and spreads them out across the shop floor. Feeling naughty with anticipation of what she was about to do, she intentionally took her time to allow her need to pee to become ever more urgent.

Finally, she couldn't hold it anymore. Feeling her need grow urgent, Katie pulls off her tiny black thong and grabs the white fur fabric. Her pussy tingling with naughtiness, she drapes her lower body with the expensive fabric, climbs atop the fabric she had laid out across the floor, and squats down with her legs wide open. It took a moment, but soon a familiar feeling spread throughout her body and allowed her bladder to relax. Immediately, a torrent of urine burst forth and the shop filled with a loud pattering sound as her pee shot directly onto the fur she had so meticulously picked out.

The white fur had no hope -- in moments, Katie's pee began to soak through the fabric, leaving behind an obvious yellow patch, and began to pour out from underneath her onto the various fabrics strewn across the floor. Feeling the warmth of her pee against her skin, Katie playfully wriggled her butt around, sending droplets of pee flying across the tiny shop's floor.

After what must have been a few minutes, her stream slowed to a trickle before finally pattering to a stop. "Ahhh, FUCK yes!" Katie contentedly sighs upon relieving herself all over the shop's floor. Standing back up, Katie surveys the damage. The expensive white fur now lay hopelessly stained in a soggy mess at her feet. Around it, numerous fabrics showed signs of her defilement and displayed similarly unsightly stains. Miraculously, none of her pee had pooled anywhere, having been absorbed by some fabric or another, but the scent of her piss still hung in the air.

Katie grins as she looks down at her cleanly shaven pussy still dribbling a few drops of pee. Casually, she walks over to the wall showcasing draperies, selects the most fragile looking fabric, and rips it from the display. She allows the fabric to crinkle around her fingers as she callously wipes her pussy with the material before simply tossing it onto the ground. "Who needs toilet paper when you have an entire store full of it!" Katie laughs.

By now, Katie is thoroughly horny and cannot resist pulling off her shirt and unclasping her bra. Standing in the nude, the lingering humidity in the air from her pee caressed her skin; the nipples on her round, ample, breasts protruded fully erect. Eager for round two, she hurries over to her duffel bag and downs a can of soda, along with a water bottle.

Allowing her bladder to fill up, Katie finally decides to work on fixing the leak above the ceiling. Standing on the work table, Katie quickly identifies and begins fixing the problem with practiced movements. However, her mind was elsewhere -- though the shop was already a veritable pissy mess, Katie wanted to do more damage. Intermittently pausing to drink water as she worked, Katie wondered what else she could defile with her piss.

It didn't take long for Katie to fix the leak so, water bottle in hand, she opted to walk around the room as she pondered her next move. With only a passing interest, Katie gingerly pulled out some of the drawers from the work table and overturned their contents onto the shop floor. "Nothing useful here..." Katie mutters as she picks up a few loose dollar bills to take with her. Then Katie remembered the mannequins towards the opposite end of the room.

"Some of these designs really are beautiful," Katie muses as she glances as their price tags, "...and expensive," she mutters as she makes a face. Smiling like an innocent customer, Katie carefully removes an intricately patterned, pink sundress from a mannequin and puts it in her duffel bag to steal. She playfully puts a finger to her lip, pretending for a moment that she is a good little girl, only to break the illusion by shamelessly rubbing her pussy. "I'm almost full!" she giggles with anticipation while fingering her clit. "I'd better decide what to piss on fast!"

She looks at the remaining mannequins. Since they had been standing off the floor, none of them appeared to have any urine on them. "This will not do," thought Katie indignantly as she briskly walks over and pulls an elegantly tailored blouse off from its display. Then an idea struck her. She was already horny -- why not make use of these beautiful clothes and dress for the occasion?

Quickly rushing over to the work table to grab a pair of scissors, Katie destroys the blouse by cutting straight up the front of the garment. "There!" Katie laughs, "Now it's a vest!" Putting her arms through the sleeves, Katie admires herself in a mirror with her breasts completely uncovered by the useless garment. She then proceeds to destroy the remaining clothes on display -- one by one, she rips the fabric as she tears each outfit off its mannequin. Some she would pick back up to damage further, such as the tight-fitting pair of denim shorts that she cut the crotch out of to fully reveal her pussy as she puts it on. By the time she was through, numerous clothes lay torn on the floor beneath her and Katie wore a mismatch of clothes -- none of which covered her pussy.

Then it was finally time. She had been yearning for this moment -- her bladder was about to burst. Katie quickly scrambles to perch herself above the pile of clothes, as she slowly begins to masturbate above them. She relaxes, arching her back knowing full well the damage she was about to do and a stream of urine slowly emerges from her pussy lips. The stream soon becomes a jet of pressurized piss spraying all over the garments on the floor.

Katie moans as she swings her pelvis around, causing her powerful arc to splatter all over shop onto various mannequins, fabrics, and even the front door. Overwhelmed by the sensation, and the sheer naughtiness of her actions, Katie cannot help but lie down, allowing her pee to gush straight into the air and fall all over her. Eventually, the stream dwindles as Katie squeezes out her last drops of pee.

"Fuck, that was amazing," thought Katie as she lay there with her legs spread wide, breathing heavily. By now, there was so much pee on the floor that even the fabric couldn't soak it up. As Katie stood up, a small, warm puddle of pee pooled around her toes. Stretching, Katie grips her own soaked garments and tears the fabric to let it drop onto the saturated floor. "I look like I've taken a shower!" Katie remarks as she sees her glistening body in a mirror.

As she towels herself dry on a piece of display curtain, Katie admires her handiwork. Practically every inch of the tiny shop had been sprayed by her pee. Numerous fabrics now showed telltale stains of yellow and even more lay crumpled like sopping wet rags. The scent of her piss noticeably filled the room. It was a mess. One big pleasurable mess.

Katie wipes her pussy on an adjacent curtain before gathering her belongings. Deciding not to bother with her underwear, she stashes her lingerie in her duffel bag and puts her clothes back on. After giving one last look around the shop, she turns off the lights and steps outside. It was still dark out, and by the time the day would start, Katie would be long gone.

"Ah!" Katie stopped, noticing the welcome mat in front of the store. Quickly scanning her surroundings, Katie suddenly drops down to a squat. Pulling the crotch of her shorts out of the way, Katie manages a small squirt of pee from her exposed pussy, directly onto the mat. "Missed a spot!" she laughed before walking off into the night.

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This is the first time that I have ever written a story and do not have experience writing fiction! I hope you like it, and if you enjoyed it, I can make more!

[Fire2ninja 67]

You, you have cought my attention. and have a intent reader. This is the part of the watersports fetish that i thrive for. i enjoy roleplays where items are marked and claimed by the individual by their scent of piss. having electronics like a xbox one, a computer, ect ruined by the golden honey liquid. You... you have created a master piece. I await for your next chapter!!!

[nopjans 1,151]

This is terrific! What an amazing first effort. I look forward to reading more from you in the future. 

[rann 670]

Thank you all so much for the encouragement! I was not sure how many people would like something like this at first... I know that Katie's behavior is destructive, but I find the idea of hedonistically disregarding the worth of an object to instead piss all over it to be incredibly sexy. I hope I may continue to improve my writing and meet your expectations

[Fire2ninja 67]

I am patiently awaiting the next chapter of your fine work. :) 

[steve25805 121,806]

An excellent first story. Would love to hear more from Kate

[Brutus 2,129]

I really enjoyed reading this. If you made something this good on a first effort, you have great natural talent for writing. Keep them coming.

[daemoniak 591]

This is terribly naughty, how appropriate!

If I may make a tiny recommendation: please post each subsequent chapter as a separate thread, it makes it easier to find them later on :)

[WantonLee 825]

Nicely written, rann, and relativly close to some of my own ideas for a story, should I ever write one; are you certain you never wrote anything before? ;)

I am very curious about what... other adventures are awaiting Katie. :D

 

P.S.: I was a bit confused about the fact that the introduction of Katie was first person, while the actual story is third person. Was that intended?

*Both thumbs up*

[Admin 14,373]

A great first story, thanks a lot for sharing with us - looking forward to hopefully hearing more. :)