It was an unseasonably chilly April evening and she found herself stranded at a Wawa. It was a little past midnight and Uber wanted way too much to get home, so she conceded to hang out drinking coffee until morning when either public transportation was running again, or Uber got a little more reasonable. Even if she was willing to pay the current going rate, she didn't even have enough in her account so it was a moot point.
She was small-statured at 5'4" but had enough natural padding under her heavy sweatshirt that she could bear the cold April air and occasional winds. She was cute with an endearing innocence about her that the cashier found adorable, so he only charged her for the 1st cup of coffee. Other than the lobby, there's really no good place to hang out at a Wawa, so she would wonder in and out, refilling her coffee and using the restroom every so often. In fact, the constant hot-cold change made it a little more urgent than she was used to, but given the hour, there was always a free stall.
She was on her 5th or 6th free cup of coffee when a food truck pulled in to refuel. The owner then parked around back in the truck parking and came inside for a much needed coffee and pee break. He stretched after getting out and it was apparent he'd had a long day. He was taller than most and had a stocky frame with a professionally-designed company logo on his T-Shirt. The truck was emblazoned with a wrap showing zoomed-in details of fresh-baked desserts. The company name was "Gluteny is a Sin" and below, it said, "A Philadelphia tradition since 2015."
As he was leaving, she saw his shirt and got excited. "Are you headed back to Philly?" she asked, "I could really use a ride if you are. I live in Manayunk and I've been stranded here a few hours. I really can't pay you though." His energy level quickly perked up and he had a little more bounce in his step. She was younger than him by a few years and he knew that conversing with a cute, grateful little princess like her would make the remaining half-hour ride home that much more bearable. Plus, she can give him a hand once they got into town delivering all the leftover gluten-free snacks to the local homeless shelter before bringing her back home-after all, nothing in life is truly free.
"Sure, my name is Larry. Hop in," he told her. The inside of his truck comforted her with it's overwhelming smell of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. "I was selling these at the 'Half Baked' festival down in DC," he tells her as he hands her an oversized clear-cellophane wrapped cookie. "They're the pot-free 'designated driver' cookies that nobody bought. No surprise, but I'm sold out of the pot-cookies. Being gluten-free is kind of my niche."
"Thanks. My name is Lily." She coyly accepts and takes a bite. "Yo, this is good! I'm actually gluten-free and I've had a lot of bad cookies and this is certainly the best I've had. And you make pot cookies? Aren't you afraid of getting caught???"
"Actually, in DC, it's totally legal. I can't outright sell pot cookies, but you see all these magnets that look like a cookie with my logo on them? Technically, I'm selling them for $20 and the cookie is free. Thank a Congress who can't agree on how to implement legal weed in their own backyard for that bizarre loophole. It's not like in Colorado where you just walk into a store. Rather, you go to an event like 'Half Baked,' buy overpriced cheap crap, and get 'free' pot. Take as many of these cookies as you'd like since we're stopping at a homeless shelter once we get in town and are donating the rest of them. I'll need a hand once we get there."
"Hey, it's the least I can do. Besides, I really don't want to wake Daddy at this hour anyway. It'll give me something to do since I was just going to ask you to drop me off a block from my house and then go to my secret smoke spot in the shed until he leaves for work in the morning. He doesn't even know I went out tonight. Thanks again for the ride."
"How about we just hang out at my place until morning? It's far more comfortable than a cold shed and I've got a nice bong back at the house."
"Deal!" Lily emphatically replies as she puts a few cookies in her purse, then opens a 2nd one to eat, washing it down with more Wawa coffee. "Think they'll have a bathroom at the shelter?"
"Not one that you'll want to use. Trust me. We should be done in like 5 minutes though and I don't live far from there. But you can go in after me. I'm on the verge of pissing myself."
As was promised, it didn't take long to deliver at the shelter-especially with the grateful recipients chipping in as well and they were at Larry's home a few minutes later. The truck was parked at a nearby garage and Larry's home just a short walk away. His home was a modest and unassuming end unit townhome. They walked into the living room and up the stairs where he showed her the bedroom next to the bathroom, pointed out the recliner in front of the TV and said "Make yourself at home. There's some weed in the grinder. I'll be back."
He walked back toward the bedroom door, locked it from the outside and shut the door. "I thought you had to go pee," Lily confusedly asked. "I do. Just take another bong hit. I'm letting it percolate a little longer."
"Ummm, okay, but I really have to go myself." Lily tries the door handle, only to find it locked. She tries to unlock it, only to find a keyhole where the door-lock dial would normally be. "What's going on here?" she asks with a growing concern in her voice. "This isn't funny. I really have to go."
"Put this on!" Larry demands as he hands her a diaper, "but like I said, you're not going until AFTER I'm done. UNDERSTOOD???"
"You want me to put on this diaper?" Lily asks, unsure and scared of what her captor has in store for her. "Are you gonna hurt me?" she cries in broken speech through an outpouring of emotional tears.
"Don't worry. I'm gonna drop you off at home in the morning, safe and sound."
"O-Okay," she sniffles, regaining a little composure and feeling a little better as she kicks off her shoes. Lily turns around to face the door in a desperate attempt for some sort of privacy as she unbuttons her pants.
"Turn around and face me!!" Larry commands as a firm smack lands across her ass. It startles Lily, causing her to dribble a little in her panties.
"I'm, I'm sorry," she sniffles apologetically. She drops her pants and dances out of her panties, leaving them on the floor behind the door. She pulls up the diaper, which only makes her need to pee grow even more urgent. "When can I go?"
"I told you, after me!" he slaps her across the face. "You really need to listen better. Over there, sit down!" he demands, pointing at the recliner in front of the TV. "Here, have some more pot. Relax, make yourself at home. Put something on Pandora. The wifi password is Nothingisfree, with a capital N."
Several bong hits later, Lily was feeling more and more at ease. "So, when are you gonna go so I can go?"
"You ready"
"Yes, please go already."