So soon the flow became a trickle once more, and eventually it stopped all together. She grabbed some tissue off the roll and dabbed at her privates. Once she was sufficiently wiped, she dropped the tissue into his mouth were it began to soak up the piss and sink into the pool in his mouth.
"So Reginald, I have news for you."
That didn't sound good. Unless she was going to stop this toilet service, which was unlikely, he feared the news she had to offer. Still he had little choice but to listen and with his mouth full of her piss he couldn't really respond.
"So I am hosting a sort of business conference this weekend for a select group of women. I have already rented the clubhouse and everything is in order. But I want to make sure this is a memorable occasion. And that's where you come in. Since you are already trained in basic toilet service, you are the obvious choice. You will make yourself available all weekend for any of the women who wish to use you. I imagine that will be all of them."
She paused a moment letting that sink in. He almost lost some of the piss in his mouth as he involuntarily began to hang his head. What was she thinking? It was no small task keeping up with Ms. Haskins at work. But multiple women would quickly be more than he could manage. And if it was over the weekend, he also would get no nightly rest or anytime to really recover.
And then there was the idea of new ladies and new piss for him to experience. He was no connoisseur, but he was sure that there must be differences. Maybe some would be more tolerable, but his fear was he might experience something even worse than what he had been forced to swallow already.
"Now it goes without saying that I expect only the best from you. If you do this well and the women are all pleased with your performance, it will go a long way to getting you off this probation. You might want to be thinking what you can do to go above and beyond your expectations. But if you fail me in this, fail any of these women in any way, well then this probation will be the least of your worries. Do I make myself clear?"
He still had a mouth fill of piss and the tissue which was more of a wet lump. So he blinked his eyes to show her he understood. It was hard to imagine a fate worse than serving as a toilet to a group of women for the weekend. And yet he was sure Ms. Haskins could come up with such a fate if he failed her.
"I'll have one of the girls give you the details before you leave work today. When I see you this evening you had better be shaved and showered."
Right. Wouldn't do to have a male acting as a women's toilet to have a little sweat or a five o'clock shadow. Ms. Haskins always had high standards.
"Swallow."
He was thankful for that. Well a little, in some ways. He was going to have to swallow the piss anyway, so he'd rather do that than hold it in his mouth. And he wouldn't have thought it before he had experienced it, but the tissue was actually more trouble than the piss. Piss alone he could swallow. Piss soaked tissue would catch in his throat and he had to chew it into smaller pieces.
"I spent some time thinking about this Reginald. Don't you dare fail me. Now I have other business to attend to. I'm sure you still have plenty to do today, so it's time for you to get back to work."
Reginald stood and dusted off his knees. They both made their way out of the ladies' restroom where Ms. Haskins thanked Susan for standing guard. And once Ms. Haskins was out of earshot, Reginald let out a depressed sigh before heading back to pick up where he had abruptly stopped working when he heard her call.
He tried to focus on the work he had to do to get to the end of the day, and not the very heavy workload he would have this weekend, serving as a ladies' toilet.
