Four of them were stuck in the elevator and Stephanie needed to pee so badly.
After three hours she was pacing like a caged animal. Her bladder was so full she'd swear her kidneys hurt from it. She tried thinking about anything else but her mind kept returning to piss. Every few minutes her body messaged her to walk out of the elevator and leisurely stroll to a restroom, casually picking the best stall. Like on a normal day. But she was trapped when the power went out.
She was taller than most men, slim yet curvy, and always impeccably dressed as a stereotypical corporate woman in her stretchy skirts, starched button-ups and muted nylons. Beautiful with defined angles in her face that she tried to smooth out with makeup so they'd seem less threatening. She always projected control because it was important to her, especially at work. All those qualities made her socially unapproachable and therefore so tragically horny.
Earlier in the evening she just wanted to go home and find someone to fuck. One of her regular hookups, maybe.
But at this very moment she just looked desperate, maybe more like tired, her outfit wrinkled and a few outer buttons undone. Her jacket was off and unsexy sweat stains showed under her arms. Her convertible purse was splayed out on the floor like a wounded animal, abandoned halfway to being turned into a backpack. She hated being seen like this.
Stephanie cleared her mind of all thoughts but despite that effort a few minutes later her body wanted her to obey the natural sequence, to peel down her pantyhose, pull down her panties, sit down on a toilet and take her sweet time relieving herself. Sweet unrushed piss, with lots of splashing sounds, pressure on her stomach slowly deflating.
But fuck, no, there was no toilet in here. There was nothing for her in here. Nothing. No escape. She was stuck in the elevator with three assholes from the office who hated her for being successful. She groaned unlady-like and it turned their heads. Her scowl made them look away.
Her imagination took her to safety. She focused on breathing, setting a calm pace. She was now in a dry desert with the sun beaming down on her. No water anywhere, no palm trees, no oases. Just sand and the sun. Sweat evaporating faster than it could bead and trickle, leaving salt crystals on her skin. Gentle breeze cooling her skin. The imagery calmed her down.
Then suddenly she heard a squishing liquid and it returned her abruptly to the harsh reality.
Her mind instantly went to having to pee and Jesus, right now! She grabbed her abdomen gingerly and leaned forward to try to stop herself but it was too late. She tinkled a little in her underwear. Just a tiny spot, she was relieved to discover, but she had to fight hard to stop it from becoming a flood.
She glanced downward to check whether her legs were dry. The three assholes she worked with would never let her live it down - they absolutely hated her. To her paradoxical dismay, her legs were dry. It would have felt so great if she had just pissed herself and this agony was over.
Stephanie shrieked in panic, "Jesus, I really need to pee!"
When no one said anything she swept them a hateful glare, one person at a time. Everyone else was sitting down so she looked down on them, and she was tall to begin with. It was a primal messaging and it said nothing good.
"Chill, it's all fine, they're on it man," Mike replied and pointed at the blinking service light.
He was the lazy janitor whom Stephanie had complained about to facilities, and he always suspected it was her who did it. The disciplinary action cost him a lot in comfort and he gave her an evil eye every chance he could.
"See, they comin'. We in a service queue," he added.
Stephanie looked at him irritably, "Why are you here with us anyway? Don't you have a service elevator?"
He replied cockeyed at her, "No ma'am."
"They don't have a slave entrance," he added after a cold moment and winked at her.
She blushed the nastiest shade of red in embarrassment and continued pacing around, clicking her heels. She wasn't such a bitch usually, she just really, really needed to pee. Her complaint to facilities was a misunderstanding, if she only had the opportunity to explain it, Mike wouldn't hate her so much. But she never got around to it and, well, she didn't care. It was getting warmer in the elevator.
She kept pacing around and as she turned away Mike made a face and mimicked holding the shape of her ass with his hands, leering at the other guys. John chuckled and nodded. In fact, he looked. It didn't occur to him to stare at her ass before tonight, but he had to agree with Mike. She did have a nice ass, and it did swing nicely as she walked. It threw her skirt sideways with each step.
After a few silent moments Mike chuckled again and explained, "See, I was done with work an hour ago. I just stuck around for you folks, and I don't get nothin' for that."
She gripped her mouth tightly and looked away. Was it true? Why would he stick around after hours?
"And no, we don't get paid overtime. I'm the Friday dude and Monday people would think I didn't clean nothin' after you guys stayed late and complain. So it's better if I stick around for all you late birds so I dids."
Well shit, now she felt bad for never noticing.
The earlier squishing sound was the bottle of Jim Beam that she declined taking a swig from the first time around. It was now being passed around between the janitor and the two office slackers. Fucking assholes, they knew she had to use the bathroom and it was as if they were toying with her.
The three of them hated her, she was absolutely sure of it, because she'd always been cold toward them. She was a hard worker and she wasn't going to let niceties mix with her performance, and if they misinterpreted that as her being a bitch over the years, well that's their fault. Were they now doing this on purpose just to taunt her? They had to have been. Why, she wondered? To punish her for being successful?
"Jesus, I really, really need to pee," Stephanie whined, "Why aren't they answering?"
Mike replied in his calmest voice.
"Been stuck in an elevator before man, it's no thing. They got automated sensors and shit, they be coming. You'll see, nothing to worry about."
He was lying of course, but he knew he had to project calm because he was a nice guy. Even to a bitch like her. She cost him a favored shift and almost his job. It's not like he was the only guy ever to take cleaning supplies home, but she stood on the gunwales and rocked the boat and they made an example out of him.
So fuck her. Secretly, he figured the panel was busted and he wanted to watch her piss herself. He had no idea whether anyone knew they were stuck or why the light was blinking.
"You're not the one who has to pee!" Stephanie countered with a subdued shriek.
