Once Again--To Megs With Love
Randi was sitting at the meeting when she felt the urgent need in her back passage for relief—she knew that something fairly large was pushing down there and she needed to leave the meeting to attend to it in the bathroom. She hated to leave these meetings, mostly attended by men, because she thought so self-consciously that these men would be thinking about her in the embarrassing position of being bare over the toilet. It also would make them think that women always needed to pee—not that she wanted them to know she was actually going to take a huge dump!
This meeting was occurring in her boss Lynda's conference room and Lynda was in charge. Randi quietly exited and went to the small ladies room next to Lynda's large office suite. No one but Lynda and her small staff used this bathroom so Randi paused a second before proceeding into the small room. She quickly unzipped and unbuttoned her beige pantsuit's bottom and let it fall, yanked down her tan thong panties, and sat on the toilet as a large log slipped speedily out of her little anal rosette and her usual strong stream flowed plenteously from her light hair-hidden peehole.
Randi rolled out a few sheets of toilet paper to wipe her anus and vulva, and then flipped the soiled tissue into the bowl as she reached back to flush. It at least was nice that Lynda's bathroom was at the other end of the suite from the conference room so that no one was likely to hear the noises she made during her bowel movement. Randi was always a little nervous at these meetings because everyone seemed to expect her to screw up. Just because she was blonde and had a nice figure, along with dressing nicely, no one assumed she knew her account-book figures, even though she did.
She had become the key budget person in the outfit and she got along well with Lynda, who enjoyed having an ambitious woman working for her because Lynda had no problem with anyone seeming to compete with her. Lynda had made this operation work and had no doubt she would be the one calling the shots for some time. Randi had already learned a lot from Lynda and respected her, giving her respect too whenever appropriate.
Now Randi reached back to flush as she pulled up her tan thong tightly between her cheeks and she heard a wobbly sound emerge from the toilet. She looked down—Randi was not usually concerned about evaluating what she had done in the bowl—and saw that her turds had been so massive as to have jammed at the smallish opening at the base of the bowl. Now the water was rising and Randi started worrying it would overflow, spreading not only the filthy toilet water but her actual feces on the floor!
Thank goodness the water stopped just below the brim but Randi tried to decide just what to do. She hated to leave the toilet like that because everyone would know that it was her doody in the bowl and that she had clogged it. Some of the women might even suspect she had disposed of a tampon in there.
She looked in the only thing on the floor—the small bin for used pads and tampons—and saw a very thick mass wrapping a used tampon in toilet paper and also a tiny pair of stained panties that some embarrassed woman had no doubt disposed of for fear of staining her outer clothing.
Finally, realizing that if flushed the toilet again, she would have a floor flood with floating pieces of shit all over, she quietly put down the cover and washed her hands, sprayed the area with the available can of Lysol spray (for whatever good that would do with the turds still in the bowl) and then returned to the meeting as if nothing were amiss. Randi sat alert at the meeting, recognizing that she had missed nothing of importance. Lynda smiled at her, as if to understand her need to have absented herself. Randi began wondering what that might mean.
The meeting ended and Randi returned to her office at the other end of the floor. Ten minutes later, she was summoned to Lynda's office by Teresa, Lynda's longtime secretary. Randi walked back slowly, assuming Lynda wanted her advice on technical matters at the meeting. She walked into the suite and Teresa smilingly waved at her to go on into Lynda's inner sanctum.
Lynda was seated comfortably behind her desk and pointed to a chair in front of it. Randi sat and Lynda signaled Teresa to shut the door.
"Randi, it's always a pleasure to see you and I was happy with your contribution at the meeting," Lynda began. "I wondered if you are feeling all right because you seemed to leave the meeting rather abruptly and I was concerned."
The young budget analyst's face reddened and said, "I'm sorry, Lynda, but I, I...I had a pressing personal need to attend to,...if you get my drift."
"I think I do,' Lynda replied, as Randi began to wonder where this conversation was going. "I would've hoped that my senior staff members would remember to try to attend to those things in advance of meetings. It makes us more noticeable as women when we don't and I know you agree that that kind of attention is not positive."
