Desperate Office Hours Ch 03

The office plunged into total silence except for the trickling of urine onto the hardwood floors.

Sophia wanted to cover her face, to run away, to apologise again and again for ruining his mahogany floors. But all she could manage was burst into tears at the utter humiliation.

"I'm.... so...sorry..." she choked in between sobs.

She might have seriously just ruined her chances at her dream job.

As she cried into her hands, she felt a strong grip on her shoulder leading her gently towards the couch.

"Sit down" Charles coaxed. Despite it being an order, there was a softness to his voice she had never heard.

Sophia looked up at him with a tear streaked face. "I... cant. I'd ruin... your couch." It was the whole reason she shot up from the chair. In that moment, some irrational part of her cared more for the expensive leather chair than her predicament.

"I'll just get someone to clean it up." Charles replied matter-of-factly, as if he wasn't talking about a pee-soaked couch.

Reluctantly, she sat down, feeling the shameful way her wet panties squelched under her weight. This only caused her to sob harder.

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To say Charles was confused was an understatement.

All of a sudden he was speaking to his employee and then he was staring at the two dark streaks marching down her grey pants. But in that moment, it all clicked. Her nervousness, her constant need to go 'just for a second'.

His epiphany was interrupted by Sophia's crying. She was just standing there, in a puddle of her own pee. Instead of feeling disgusted, he genuinely felt really bad for her.

Charles' nurturing instinct took over, leading Sophia to the nearest couch and leaving to rummage through his drawers for anything that could be used to help her clean up.

Frustrated when he couldn't find any, he dialed 1 and barked into the phone. "Alex, could you bring me some wet wipes. Now please."

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Sophia barely felt the comforting hand on her shoulder leave before it came back.

"Hey. Let's get you cleaned up here okay?"

She only managed a pathetic nod in response.

"No more crying." Upon hearing the order, Sophia tensed up. She knew it wasn't malicious, so it didn't hurt. But something about Charles being her boss compelled her to immediately slow her sobbing to a sniffle.

He knelt before her and smiled. "That's better."

If Sophia's face weren't already red from the crying, it would have bloomed crimson from his comment.

"Here, have this. You can't continue the day in those ruined pants. " Charles places a neatly folded pair of pants beside her. "Unless you'd like to go home? I can get Alex to send you a car."

Sophia shook her head. Her colleagues would definitely gossip if she was seen bundled into a car with a tear streaked face. Anyways she wasn't the kind to skip out on work.

"Okay, do you want to change here?" Charles offered, knowing the nearest restroom is across the hall. He knew her darkly stained pants would definitely draw attention.

Sophia nodded meekly and without thinking, started fumbling for the button of her pants. Charles swiveled away quickly, wanting to afford her some privacy.

Luckily he was saved by a curt knock at the door. "Sir, your wet wipes?"

Charles opened the door slightly, shielding a distraught Sophia from his secretary's view. He took the packet from her quickly but before he could shut the door, Alex announced that his 1:30 was here.

"Thanks. Could you show them around the building, give them the full tour. I need some time." Charles commanded. "Let me know when you're done."

Before Alex could ask why, the door closed on her face. Why is he being so secretive today?

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When Charles turned back to the small figure on the couch, she was wringing her hands.

As if to afford an explanation, Sophia whispered, barely audible. "Sorry, my hands are shaking."

Without a thought, Charles knelt before her. "Can I help with that?" He gestured at her pants zip.

Sophia nodded.

"Are you sure? I need you to use your words." he needed to make sure she was okay with it, if not HR would have a field day if she made a complaint.

"Y...yes" Sophia stammered.

Upon agreement, Charles deftly undid her button and unzipped her soaked pants. The urine soaked fabric did not bother him one bit.

As if she had been unclothed before, Sophia lifted her butt off the couch to allow Charles to peel the soaked fabric off her thighs. She shuddered as her damp milky thighs met the frigid temperature of his office.

"You okay?"

"Y...Yeah."

He peeled off the wet pants until he could slip it out under her feet. His hands were now damp with his employee's pee but to his surprise, he was not at all bothered.

Opening the packet of wet tissues, he wiped her feet thoroughly, working up her bare calves, cleaning up every pit of pee that was staining her skin. As he went further up, wiping her smooth thighs clean, he felt Sophia freeze and shiver at his touch.

"Sorry... the wet wipes are cold." She offered an explanation.

Sophia hoped he believed her. If he knew that her shivering was in fact shuddering from how pleasurable it was to be under his gentle touch, she was sure she would never find a job again. She had never imagined that her boss would cleaning up her accident.

If Charles had gone up further, he would've felt the heat emanating from Sophia's core, her arousal that had only grown stronger from his sensual touch.

However, as the gentleman he was, he left Sophia to clean the reminder and proceeded to face the wall as she peeled off her soaked underwear and put on his pants.

I hope the pants fit. Maybe I should've given her a belt. Do you think she needs a plastic bag for her panties? Or should I ask her?

By the time he turned back around, his office was empty and his door ajar.

All that was left was the urine stain on his couch, a shadow of the woman that was sitting there just minutes before.