Thursday Night Work Party

Jackie and Art didn't like each other. They were at this required work party solely out of obligation, and standing next to each other solely out of coincidence. Jackie sipped her champagne, the fourth glass she'd had tonight. Between glasses she'd also been chugging water, fearing a hangover that would no doubt disrupt tomorrow's Friday morning. Why did they have to schedule this godforsaken party on a Thursday?

Art was coincidentally in a similar boat. He hated the mundane awkwardness of the half-assed event almost as much as Jackie did, so it was a shame they'd never willingly converse. If they did, they'd discover their shared avoidance of sobriety this evening.

Art finished his current glass of water, and as he put it down, he realized that all his beverages were quickly catching up with him.

He glanced around, searching his surroundings for a bathroom. Finding none, he approached one of the party's staff.

"Excuse me, where's the bathroom?" Art asked.

"Terribly sorry, sir, both the bathrooms have gone out of order just now. We're working to get them fixed as quick as we can, and we thank you for your patience."

Art scoffed as the man turned away. Just his luck.

As he walked back to his corner, he noticed Jackie looking around just as he had moments ago, thighs ever so slightly pressed together. Jackie Barden. Ugh. Despite her long legs, beautiful tits, silky hair, and devastating face card, Art hated her. He hated her stupid glasses and perfect freckles. He hated her personality. And most of all he hated her for the time she nearly got him fired. He barely even touched that intern, and yet apparently the whole world needed to hear about it. Including his (now ex) girlfriend. Fucking Jackie Barden. What a waste of good looks.

During her second sweep of the perimeter, Jackie noticed Art looking at her. Fucking Art Taliman. A pervert and a would-be rapist whom she could not believe was still working for this awful company, despite her best efforts. His full brown hair and trim body had no doubt helped weasel him out of trouble. She was sick of the endless stream of second chances for sexual assaulters. What a waste of good looks. She glared at him. He smirked.

"Looking for the bathroom? Guess what, Jackie? They're out of order." Art caught a split second of fear in Jackie's eyes before she rearranged her features to convey the purest form of annoyance.

"I'm sure that worries you, seeing as you haven't matured past the age of potty training." Jackie dead panned.

Art rolled his eyes. "You can't fool me. I've seen how many waters you've been putting away."

"Don't worry, Art. I'm a big girl."

"Sure you are." Art said. Jackie thought she caught an edge to the look he gave her, which was bad news. Art was not a person you would want to seem attractive to, considering his selective lack of hearing the word "no." Jackie gulped, and tried to slouch even further.

Art's bladder was quickly advancing in his list of priorities, bumping Jackie Barden down at least 2 spaces. In fact, he had to intermittently cross his legs to keep from leaking. This was much more of a problem than he thought it was going to be.

Jackie noticed. "Wow, I thought I was just teasing but maybe I'm on to something. You're putting on a show." She smirked, her expression remaining slightly bored. Although, she herself was feeling the effects of all that liquid she'd ingested. Her bladder was rapidly filling as well.

"Fuck you, Jackie." Art's response was curt, and much less creative than Jackie was used to. His face was pinking and she noticed a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. His eyes were trained on the "out of order" signs that were now posted on the bathroom doors.

Jackie pondered a bit about what, if anything, she should do about Art's predicament. Of course, helping him never crossed her mind. Oh, no. If she couldn't face him with any real consequences for his actions, maybe this could count as one. It would certainly be embarrassing to wet yourself in front of all your coworkers and your boss. Maybe even enough to make you want to quit.

"I'm leaving this damn party," Art's response grumbled under his breath.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," said Jackie. Art's gaze turned to her, sour.

"And why ever not, in all your wisdom, Jackie Barden?"

"Because they're handing out awards at the end. Cash awards. And there's a rumor that they won't give them to you if you aren't there to accept them at the party. It's part of their attempt to get us to stay at these stupid things."

Art thought about this. It was certainly in line with what the company had done in the past.

"And why in the world would you, of all people, tell me that? You hate my guts, and would be very pleased at my lack of award." Art returned.

"Because I also heard that they're doing the awards in pairs, and as the two youngest employees at this stupid company, we would be one of them. And I want the money."

Art pondered once again. This could very well be a lie, knowing Jackie, who hated his very being and would potentially sacrifice her winnings if it meant preventing his. But then again, it was a definite risk. He also wanted that money.

"How much is the award?" He asked. Another bead of sweat formed on his forehead. His thighs were pressed together, hard.

"$3,000 per pair, or so I heard. I'm not sure if it's true, but I'd hate to lose out on that."

Fuck. $1,500 could pay his rent this month. Or a multitude of other things. And for doing nothing. Well, nothing except withstand another two hours of bladder torture. He was going to have to figure something else out.

"Fine." He grunted to Jackie before stalking off. Where else could he pee? He could bust through the out of order signs, but he didn't want to cause a scene. Maybe there was a mop bucket some place...

He looked around for about 20 more minutes for a broom closet, to no avail. And he was growing more and more desperate by the second.

Finally he found a nondescript door, and wrenched it open. And it was a broom closet! But without a mop bucket in sight.

Unwittingly, he let out an audible groan, his cock twitching uncomfortably in his pants, aching for relief.

"Aww, poor Art. Looks like he's gonna have an accident." Jackie snickered behind him. Jackie fucking Barden.

In a whirl of rage, bladder desperation, and alcohol induced judgement impairment, Art yanked Jackie inside the broom closet and shut the door. Jackie stumbled to her knees as she fell. Art yanked his twitching cock free of his pants and wedged its tip into Jackie's shocked, gaping mouth and down her throat. Just as he felt the tip slip into her throat, he couldn't hold it any longer. A strong stream of piss shot down Jackie's throat, into her stomach, and on its way to her already filled bladder.

"Ahheeugh," Art moaned as relief flooded his system, his bladder quickly and steadily emptying into Jackie's stomach.

Jackie was so shocked by this rapid fire turn of events that she didn't come to her senses until Art was done peeing, his bladder completely empty. Gagged by his cock, she tried to speak, outraged. Only she was about to be faced with another problem.

After finishing, Art stood for several moments in complete ecstasy, his pressing need finally resolved. Fuck, it felt amazing. And he hadn't spilled even a drop on the floor. Surprisingly, it turned him on immensely to have turned Jackie into a human urinal, especially when he knew how bad she already had to pee. That, coupled with the fact that his cock was literally being stimulated by her tight throat, was a combination that, unsurprisingly, gave him a raging erection.

Jackie was quickly concerned with the alarming growth of the dick in her throat. Her eyes widened in fear, as she looked up at Art. His eyes were half closed, his mouth open, still experiencing the ecstasy of bladder relief. And of course, the sensations of unwilling head. She would really like to experience that ecstasy herself right about now, her bladder so full it was showing as a bulge through her white dress pants. She had to piss, and bad. But she wasn't going anywhere with a hardening cock in her mouth.

She fought back, trying to pull her head off his dick. But Art was having none of that. Drunk off his relief, the amazing feeling of Jackie's amazing throat, and champagne, he grabbed Jackie's hair and pushed her head back on his now throbbing dick. He moaned loudly. This was the best head he has ever had, Jackie's unwillingness turning him on evenfurther. Fuck, this felt amazing.

Fuck, this feels terrible, thought Jackie, who was running out of air. Art noticed this, and pulled her head back so she could breathe. She gasped, gulping the air. Before she could catch her breath to scream, Art pulled her right back down, shoving his rock hard cock all the way down her throat, balls deep. He moaned again. Holy fuck!

Art knew he would not last long under these conditions, so he decided to make it count. He continued his cycle of rough face fucking interrupted every once in a while by Jackie's gulps of air for a few minutes until he reached his breaking point. "Eeuugh!" He moaned in ecstasy, grabbing Jackie's head, shoving it all the way down, and holding it there with his balls against her chin.

He moaned again, releasing thick ropes of cum down her throat to join her emptying stomach where his piss was being rapidly processed. He kept cumming, his dick convulsing as it responded to the most satisfying sexual experience be had ever had. "Fuck!" He grunted, as he finally started to wind down.

After he finished, he waited a moment with his dick inside, making sure none of his cum would come back up. He wondered, dimly, if his cum would also contribute to Jackie's need.

Finally, he pulled his softening dick out, and sure enough there was nothing in Jackie's mouth. He quickly clamped his hand down on it to prevent her from screaming.

"Shhh, hang on a second." Art said.

Jackie was enraged. She was humiliated and absolutely furious. Face fucked by her arch nemesis? This was a dark day for Jackie Barden indeed.

"Don't scream or I'll rape your pussy too." Art warned. He was surprised at his own words.

"Damn, Art!" Said Jackie. She watched as he tucked his dick back into his pants. "You're fucking sadistic. And a rapist. And the worst human being in the world."

"Nothing I haven't heard before," shrugged Art. Jackie was amazed at his level of assholery.

Art took in Jackie. He stared at her notable bladder bulge and her inability to sit still. His piss kink caused a lot of his blood to flood right back down to what he had just put away.

"Fuck, Jackie. I know you didn't scream, but, like, how mad would you be if I did fuck your pussy? You are majorly turning me on right now."

"What the fuck, Art?" Jackie was absolutely incredulous. What the fuck, indeed.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes," Art said, stifling a moan.

"No! That is not a y-mmmph!" Jackie was cut off by Art's hand once again.

"I'm actually a little sorry about this one. But I have to do this. I'm too turned on right now."

Art rummaged around the closet for a little while until he found a rag he transformed into a makeshift gag he then used on Jackie. After that, he easily overpowered her and used another one to tie her hands behind her back.

"Mmph!" Jackie struggled against him. I cannot believe this is happening, she thought.

Art pulled his newly-hard dick back out and unbuttoned Jackie's pants. The removal of that tightness around her bladder caused Jackie immense relief -- relief that was quickly dashed as Art ran his hands over it and pressed down, hard.

"Mmmmph!" Jackie would have yelped if not for the gag. The pressure Art caused was almost too much to bear, and Jackie had to use all her strength not to gush pee all over her pants and the floor.

He pressed down again, and a tiny spurt shot out. Art moaned.

"Damn, Jackie. You really have to go. Not so unbothered and powerful now, are we? And it'll only get worse with all that added liquid." Art's voice was husky, thick with lust. He literally could not think of anything sexier. All his kinks were combined into this pathetic mess before him, helpless and unwilling.

He pulled her panties down, which had a dark spot from the spurt.

"Fuck, your pussy is gorgeous. This is going to be fun. Now don't go wetting yourself, Jackie. You don't want to get your pants all wet under you. How embarrassing. You'll just have to hold it."

He placed his hard dick at her entrance dragged it up and down her clit. Jackie did her best to cry out, but the noises she made didn't get about speaking volume. Art moaned.

Finally, he positioned it and began to push in. Her hole was so tight, it was difficult to fit, but of course he didn't let that stop him, pushing harder until he was balls deep. He let out a moan of ecstasy as he felt her bladder pushing down on his dick. Of course, that meant he was also pushing on it.

Jackie, trying with everything in her not to piss everywhere, was clamping down all her muscles. This made for quite the stimulation for Art.

He picked up his thrusts, going a bit faster, each thrust worsening Jackie's intense need. She moaned in desperation through her gag.

"Oh yeah, you like that?" Asked Art. He then pressed down on her bladder with his hand, squeezing her bladder from the inside and out.

"Fuck! Ah!" Jackie said through her gag as another spurt fought its way out of her urethra. In an attempt to stop it, she clamped down her muscles even harder.

"Auuugh, Fuck that feels good," said Art. "But look, you're making a mess. I might have to punish you for that."

Jackie moaned again through her gag as Art picked up the pace of his thrusts.

Again, he was not bound to last long. With a final, deep thrust, he came hard, releasing another load of cum into Jackie's pussy.

"Mmrrmm!!" Jackie murmured. She was not on the pill and he was not wearing a condom. This monster not only cost Jackie her pride, he was now costing her $50 real dollars for the morning after pill. She hoped he would die.

Miraculously, Jackie managed to hold the majority of the ocean of pee inside her during this escapade.

Art put his dick away again. "This time is for real. I'm not gonna fuck your ass or something... although that does sound fun..."

Jackie answered with an engraved muffled grunt.

"I'm not though. I don't even know if I have any cum left, I shot so much into you. And fuck, it felt amazing..." Art trailed off. "Anyway, I'm gonna untie you now, and since you're so smart, you're not gonna scream. Or maybe I'll reconsider the anal thing."

He untied her and removed the gag. "I'm not gonna scream at this point, Art, because I am so fucking humiliated. You don't have to threaten more rape. You have literally raped me twice! You absolute monster." She said this as she pulled her pants back up, shifting from foot to foot as she did so.

"You don't seem that sad about it," Art smirked.

"I hate you and I wholeheartedly wish death upon you. I sincerely hope you die. 20 minutes ago, preferably--ahh!"

Jackie was interrupted by an intense surge in bladder desperation as she buttoned her white dress pants. Both her hands flew to her crotch to hold it. They normally fit her perfectly, but were currently stretched to an uncomfortable degree as her bladder bulged out of her.

"Fuck you," she stammered.

"Yes, you sort of did, even though you didn't want to."

She glared at him just as the door burst open. Jackie's hands snapped back to her sides, although the janitor standing before them had definitely seen where they had been.

"What are you guys doing? You can't be in here. This was supposed to be locked," the janitor said.

"What do you think we were doing in here?" Art deadpanned. Jackie was affronted and opened her mouth to speak, but Art interrupted her. "Sorry we were in here. We'll be off now," he said to the janitor. Jackie glared at him.

They exited the closet, and just as Jackie started to half-jog, half-waddle to her car, a voice came over the loudspeaker.

"Thank you all for joining us tonight. We will now hand out the awards!"

Jackie froze in her tracks. You have got to be kidding me, she thought. Her own lie turned out to be true.

Art started laughing. "Not so fast, tiger. It's your precious awards ceremony."

Jackie stood for a moment, shifting her weight from foot to foot in still-worsening desperation.

"First up, we want to recognize our youngest employees, Art Taliman and Jackie Barden for their hard work! Come on up to the stage!"

Jackie groaned. She really wanted that money, and it couldn't take that long, right?

She reluctantly waddled up to the stage with Art. Once there, she realized it was a terrible idea and that she quite seriously wasn't going to make it. She turned to leave, but Art grabbed her arm.

"Don't leave now, Jackie, what about your award?" Art said through his teeth. He dragged her up to the stage.

She tried to wriggle free, but Art wasn't letting go. She leaked again, and it took her a full three seconds to stem the flow. Fuck, she thought.

The wet spot was sure to be visible now, especially under the bright lights on the stage. And the wetness against her pussy wasn't helping her desperation. She began to sweat as she did her best to hold back the ocean of piss inside her.

"... for their hard work. Another congratulations to the lovely Art and Jackie!"

Jackie's consciousness faded back to what the emcee was saying.

Thank fucking god, Jackie thought. They seemed to be wrapping up.

"Bring it in, Jackie!" Said Art, flashing that million-watt smile. But, of course, there was a touch of evil resting just behind his eyes.

He knew that they were wrapping up, and that Jackie had somehow held back the ocean of her piss as well as his. As he pulled her into a tight hug, he intentionally pressed on her bladder, hard.

It was more than Jackie could take. "Fuck," she whispered, as a strong stream shot out of her at the pressure. She tried with all her muscles to stop the flow, but it was impossible. What felt like gallons of pee ran down her white pants in rivulets, soaking them almost completely and filling her shoes before spilling onto the floor, where a large puddle was already forming.

The fabric of her dress pants quickly turned transparent, and everyone at her place of work could see her panties and legs. And on top of that, she was still peeing.

She was even still peeing when one of the people on stage snapped out of their shocked haze and ushered Jackie off the stage, as if it was possible to minimize the the humiliation.

She left a trail to backstage as hot piss continued to run down her legs, as she was absolutely powerless to stop it.

Back on the stage, Art put on a convincing frown. He addressed the crowd. "Woof, what a rough night! Hey, who hasn't been there? They really keep these drinks flowing."

An awkward laughter went across the crowd.

"Thanks again, to this lovely company! Goodnight!"

Well, Art thought as he left the building, maybe work events aren't so bad after all.