Mary Margaret McBride steered her car off the New York State Thruway onto Route 17 south heading into northern New Jersey. She had left her home in upstate New York and was heading to her new home and her new career.
Mary Margaret was 23 years old. She was of Irish catholic descent and had beautiful flame red hair, green eyes and milky white skin. She was also a virgin.
"Wait until you're married" was the message she had heard over and over from her mother and the nuns who taught her in grammar school, high school and even in the all girls' catholic college she attended.
She was never lacking for boyfriends and most didn't seem to mind that she wanted to wait until she was married to have sex. But when they found out she wasn't going to give them a blowjob or even a hand job, they lost interest in her.
She graduated college 4 months ago with a degree in advertising. She sent resumes to all the major agencies in New York City. Only one agency, Overby, Vincent, and Mathis called her for and interview. The interview went well and they said they would let her know. Three months passed and she didn't hear a word. She was beginning to think her dream of being an advertising executive was not to be.
Then two weeks ago she received a call from the personnel director at OVB. They were offering the position of junior account executive. He also told her that the company had recently relocated from New York City to a new office complex in northern New Jersey. She was disappointed she wasn't going to work in NYC but when he told her that the company would rent her an apartment 10 minutes from the office and pay her rent for a year as a recruitment bonus, she quickly accepted the job offer.
She followed the directions they gave her and turned into the parking lot of the apartment complex. It was beautiful. It had a swimming pool, tennis courts, and lots of trees, shrubs, and flowers. She followed the signs and found her apartment. Stepping inside she found a spacious three-room apartment that was tastefully furnished. I think I am going to like it here she thought as she hauled in her bags and began to unpack her clothes.
Mary Margaret reported for work Monday morning. She wore one of the new conservative business suits she bought last week. She was impressed as she entered the parking lot of Overby, Vincent, and Mathis. The building was six stories high and was all glass and granite.
They assigned her a cubicle on the second floor. The office manager explained that junior account executives didn't handle accounts on their own but rather they worked with one of the senior execs on their accounts. She was assigned to work for Ron Vincent, one of the partners.
She was busy all day filling out papers and insurance forms. At break time a cart came around and served coffee, juice and bottled water. She took a 22 oz bottle of water. At lunchtime she ate in the cafeteria and had a tuna sandwich and a large soda. Around 2 o'clock a feeling of dread suddenly came over her. She had to pee.
Mary Margaret had a shy bladder. She hated using public bathrooms. She could not pee when someone else was in the room. And she had never ever defecated in a public toilet. She would rather die first. Defecate, the word made her laugh. Her mother always used it and she hated it. Why couldn't she say shit or crap like everyone else?
She got up from her desk and went to the ladies room. There were four women in the outer lounge either combing their hair or applying makeup. She pushed open the inner door to the room with the stalls. All of the stalls were occupied, toilets were flushing and women were coming out of stalls and waiting women were entering them. She quickly left and went back to her desk. I will just have to hold it until I get home she thought.
The next two hours were agony. She squirmed anxiously in her chair until it was time to leave. She drove home as fast as she could. As soon as she cleared the door to her apartment she began raising her skirt and pulling down her panties as she ran for the bathroom. She began peeing before she hit the toilet seat. Some of her pee got on the seat and went on the floor. She let out a sigh of relief as the pee flowed out of her and splashed in the toilet.
The rest of the week she watched her fluid intake but still had to run for the bathroom each day when she got home. She was going to have to figure something out. She spent the weekend exploring the many malls that were in the area and did some shopping, buying some silk blouses to go with her new business suits.
On Monday her boss Ron called her from Los Angeles. He told her he was emailing her a file and instructed her to copy it onto a disk and personally deliver it to the graphics department and tell them he needed them to work on it right away. She opened her email and copied the file onto a CD.
She headed for the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor. The floor contained cubicles like hers but all of them were occupied by geeky looking men working on oversized computer screens. They all ignored her until she mentioned Ron's name and heads shot up. One skinny little guy with glasses stood up and said he would take care of it.
As she walked back to the elevator it occurred to her that there were no women working on this floor. Hmmm she thought, this might be the solution to my problem. The ladies room was located in the same spot on each floor. She opened the outer door and stepped inside.
It looked different than the 2nd floor bathroom. She then realized it was because it didn't look used. There were no paper towels on the floor and the trashcans were empty. So far so good she thought.
She pushed open the inner door. The floors, walls, and ceilings were grey marble. The stall doors and walls were a gleaming polished stainless steel. The room was immaculate Her heels clicked and echoed off the marble as the walked down the line of six stalls making sure no one was inside.
She was going to enter the last stall but realized it was a large handicapped accessible stall, so she went in to the next to last stall. She hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees and sat down on the toilet.
Just was she was ready to start peeing the door to the room flew open. She heard the loud clacking of heels move quickly across the floor. They stopped in front of her stall and she could see black high heel pumps. Then they moved as the woman entered the handicapped stall and locked the door.
Damn thought Mary Margaret. Hopefully she will be quick because I have to pee so badly. She heard the rustling of clothes. She could see the women's right high heel under the stall wall. Then she saw a small pair of black panties slip down over the woman's leg, over her shoe and fall on the floor.
Mary Margaret heard the woman sit down on the toilet. At first she heard a small trickle that soon turned into a steady stream that seemed to get more and more forceful. The woman must have peed for over a minute.
