Chapter 16: Susan, an Unexpected Contest

By Paul Tester

After her parents divorced, Susan generally lived with her mother, 


but the prospect of a lucrative holiday job tempted her to stay with 


her father, who was living in their old home with his new girl-


friend.  It was not many days before Susan got bored with spending 


evenings at home polite to her step-mother, and the temptation to 


visit the haunts of her motor-cycle gang days was too much to resist.  


Dressed in her old, tight, jeans and leather jacket, she went to 


their old meeting pub, where she was pleased to see several 'serious' 


bikes parked outside.  Wondering if she would recognise anyone, or if 


they would recognise her, she went in the public bar.  A group of 


biker girls were sitting at one table, and another girl was at the 


bar.  Susan remembered her as Jan, a hard-bitten girl who must now be 


approaching thirty, and someone who had never been very friendly 


towards her.  Susan hesitated, then deciding that she did not have 


anything to lose, moved next to Jan at the bar. 

 
Jan looked at her, hesitated, then said, "Bugger me, Jail-bait 


Susan.  What brings you here?"


Susan decided against any long explanations, and doing her best to 


forget her Elmdene accent and manners, replied, "To have a drink of 


course.  Why else would I come in a dump like this place."


Jan nodded.  "It'll cost you a fiver if you want to join our group, 


and you have to drink beer, no fancy wines or shit."


"Bitter," said Susan, putting her money on the bar.


While they were being served Jan explained "This is our Thursday 


night girls-only chapter, tonight's our monthly competition night.  


You can join as a guest, but the rules still apply.  You pay a fiver 


to start drinking, and we all drink pints.  The 'kitty' pays until 


someone goes for a pee, then they have to pay for the rest of the 


evening.  If you came in here to have a pee you are in for an 


expensive night."


Susan shrugged this off.  "I'm fine," she replied.  She had always 


suspected that some of the biker girls, including Jan, were into 


holding their pee, and here was proof.  As leader, Jan would have 


only thought this up if she wanted to get the girls holding their 


pee, and if she was confident of holding out longer than most.  


Drinking her second pint,  Susan was definitely feeling the need to 


pee, and was regretting the mug of coffee she had after dinner.  She 


was sitting with crossed legs, which made her more comfortable, and 


she noticed that at least half of the girls were also crossing their 


legs, some twisted tight in the way that meant they were bursting.  


The next round was due, and Jan told her to get it, perhaps wanting 


to see if Susan was showing any signs of desperation.  Deliberately 


Susan walked slowly to the bar and then made a point of standing 


absolutely still with her legs apart while she was served, then, just 


before she picked up the full glasses she pressed one hand quickly 


between her legs.  As an All Day Girl she was wise to all the tricks 


of holding competitions, and she was going to do her best to confuse 


Jan about her condition.  Continuing the game, she sat with her legs 


wide apart as she drank her beer.  This was making her want to pee 


more, but she was confident of her ability to wait, and was enjoying 


playing this game.


Before she had drunk half of her next beer, Susan noticed that two of 


the girls had their legs really knotted, and were beginning to squirm 


on their chairs, and one was biting her lower lip, showing, that 


unless she was also acting, that she was reaching the end of her 


endurance.  Then the other one, a skinny blonde called Mandy, stood 


up and smiled.  "I paid for this pee last month, so I'm not going to 


kill myself waiting if I don't have to.  Cross your legs girls, I'll 


think of you as I let it go."


"Last month's loser.  She gets one free pee this month," Jan 


explained to Susan.


Tina, the other girl with really tightly crossed legs groaned audibly 


at this, wincing and pressing between her legs, absolutely desperate 


and not wanting to hear any mention of loos or peeing.  Her bladder 


was playing up that night, because she never normally wanted to go so 


soon, and she was dreading the disgrace and expense of losing.  


Jan knocked her arm.  "Do that again any you've lost, you know the 


rules; nobody else in the bar must see you're bursting."


Tina returned to her previous, knotted leg, position, one hand 


casually holding her glass, the other gripping her knee, the nearest 


she dare go to holding her crutch.  She was using all her strength to 


hold back her pee, hoping that one of the others was worse that they 


looked, wondering how much longer she could last.  Her need was so 


urgent, so intense, it was almost impossible to contain without 


holding her crutch; the slightest relaxation and she was going to 


lose it.  By some super-human effort she held on for another five 


minutes, trying not to shiver with the effort she was having to make, 


looking hopefully at Susan who had deliberately adopted an absolutely 


desperate pose that mirrored Tina's.  Playing this game to the 


maximum, Susan twice pushed her fingers between her legs for a few 


seconds, and after the second time, Tina frantic to do anything not 


to lose, claimed that Susan was cheating and had been holding 


herself.


"Never!" Susan denied vehemently, "I'm not holding my crutch, just 


adjusting my knickers.  Look, no way am I desperate."


With this she uncrossed her legs and sat with them wide apart, then 


glared aggressively at the other girls.  "Let's all sit like this for 


five minutes and see who wants to pee?"


Jan and two others responded to this challenge, but Tina, dismayed 


that her hope of not losing had gone away, didn't move.  She doubted 


if she could last five seconds like that, let alone five minutes.


"OK," said Jan, "We'll let you off this time, but be careful in 


future, or it will be an expensive evening."  


Heroically, Tina managed to hold out longer, hoping to last until 


another round had been bought, even finishing her own drink quickly 


to try to hurry the others, but eventually the pressure in her 


bladder became uncontrollable, and she felt a trickle of pee start to 


leak into her knickers.  She broke off in mid conversation and fled 


to the ladies, frantically pulling up her jeans as she went, trying 


to hold her pee for another few seconds, then grabbing her crutch as 


she went in.  But it was too late, she had lost it, and a dribble of 


pee had escaped before her fingers could stop it.  In the loo she 


frantically tore down her jeans and knickers and unleashed a gush of 


pee before she was even sitting.  


'Oh the pressure!' she thought, 'no wonder I couldn't hold it any 


longer, my bladder really was stretched to bursting point.'


It was only when her pee was finished and she had pulled her jeans on 


again that she felt her wet knickers thankful that they had absorbed 


the pee and there wasn't a wet patch between her legs.  She really 


had pushed herself to the limit, then almost made a fool of herself, 


as no-one had ever peed in their jeans before.  Susan had had a clear 


view of her frantic dash to the ladies, including her holding as she 


got to the door, so she was half expecting to see the wet patch 


between Tina's legs, though she decided not to say anything to the 


rest of the group.  


Almost immediately it was time for Tina to buy her first round, and 


Susan went to the bar to help carry the drinks.


"Looked as if you nearly left it too late?" she said casually as 


they stood at the bar.


"It was a close thing," replied Tina.  "I nearly killed myself 


trying to hold out, but I'm out of work and can't afford to lose.  


This is going to cost me half my dole money.  I really hate these 


contests, but Jan insists on having them and nobody else objects.  


It's alright for her and her mate, they've got cast iron bladders, 


they never lose.  What I would give to see her nearly pissing 


herself."


Susan said nothing, but she agreed with Tina.  Jan had always been 


bitchy towards her when she had been the youngest member of the 


group, and the idea of getting back at her was appealing.  At 14, 


Susan had been in awe of Jan's ability to hold her pee, but her own 


capacity had developed since then, and as a 24 hour All Day Girl she 


ought to be able to outlast her.  All she needed was the chance to 


try.  For a start, she was not going to pee tonight until Jan did, 


and maybe Jan would also be trying to out-wait her.  This had the 


makings of an interesting evening, far better than watching TV at 


home.


Even though the contest had been lost, the other girls all left it 


for at least ten minutes after Tina had given up, hoping to show they 


were not desperate, and by the time they were finishing their fourth 


pints, only Jan and Susan had not been.  Susan was now genuinely 


desperate, legs knotted most of the time, and starting to struggle to 


keep control.  Jan had been sitting exactly opposite Susan, so she 


could not see how tightly her legs were crossed.  It was only when 


she bent down to pick up the beer-mats she had knocked off the table 


she looked under the table and saw that Jan was not only sitting on 


her heel, but had the zip of her jeans undone to ease the pressure on 


her bursting bladder.  How Susan envied her, but she had never been 


able to get her heel under her in the right place.  Legs crossed, and 


then when she was too desperate for that, holding her crutch, were 


Susan's ways of waiting.


As she sat up again, Susan rashly decided to uncross her legs to show 


Jan she really did not want to pee.  In fact, her bladder was 


bursting, absolutely bursting, and she was all the worse because her 


jeans were so tight it could not swell up.  She envied Jan with her 


zip undone, but later in the evening she was going to have to suffer 


agonies when she had to do it up again, compressing her swollen 


bladder.  Susan fought to hold back her pee without her legs crossed 


for about five minutes, but it was almost beyond even her tremendous 


control abilities.  She was having to clench her bladder shut so hard 


she could only just stop herself groaning with the effort, and she 


kept shuddering and knocking her knees together as surges of 


desperation took her to the brink of letting go in her jeans.  Just 


before last orders was called, Susan admitted defeat and crossed her 


legs again, still far from comfortable, but at least she could relax 


a bit.


They got the last round in just before 'time' was called, and as 


Susan slowly sipped her drink, feeling distinctly drunk as well as 


desperate for a pee, she told herself she only had to last another 


fifteen minutes.  Or maybe less, she thought, as she caught Jan 


gripping the table and shuddering, looking very stressed for a moment 


until she saw Susan watching, when she tried to smile and sit more 


normally.  The smile was more a grimace, and her rigid posture told 


Susan that she too was almost frantic to pee.  Eventually they were 


told to drink up and go, and it was only her determination to out-


last Jan that kept Susan out of the loo.  She too was doing her best 


to act normally, but sheer desperation was forcing her to squirm to 


get the maximum pressure and effect from her crossed, knotted, legs.  


Jan, being just as desperate, but equally determined not to pee 


before Susan, was steeling herself to do up her zip, dreading the 


extra pressure on her swollen bladder.


As they finished their drinks Susan decided that somehow she was 


going to walk out of the pub without using the loo, even if Jan went.  


Mentally and physically gritting her teeth, she said "well that's it 


then," and walked towards the door, willing herself to walk normally, 


not with stiff legs or on tip-toe.  The only concession to her 


desperation she allowed herself was one hand in her jacket pocket 


resting on her throbbing abdomen.  She could feel she was bulging 


there, and really hurting, the enormous pressure in her bladder 


forcing her tight jeans to stretch.


Jan only hesitated for a second while she pulled up her zip, stifling 


a gasp at the extra pressure on her bladder, then followed Susan out.  


In the car park Susan paused to admire Jan's bike, partly to see how 


Jan was coping now she was standing and partly to try and control a 


frantic need to pee, so much worse now she was walking.  Neither girl 


was really taking much interest in the bike, as both were fighting to 


control bursting bladders without showing how desperate they were.  


Susan, determined not to cross her legs, was pressing them together 


as hard as she could, and bouncing up and down on the balls of her 


feet, clenching all her holding muscles as hard as she could.  The 


honour of the All Day Girls was at stake, and she was not going to 


give up easily.  How she was regretting that mug of coffee after 


dinner, and not having a pee before going out, but she had never 


expected this.  Jan had probably been preparing for this all day, and 


had not drunk anything all afternoon. 


Jan was trying to adopt a tough girl attitude, standing with both 


hands in her jeans pockets, pulling them up as hard as she could.  


From behind, her tightly clenched bum showed just how much effort she 


was making to hold in her pee.  The occasional shudder, when she was 


also knocking her knees together betrayed her desperation to Susan's 


practiced eye, and she could also see that Jan's bladder area was 


swollen despite her skin-tight jeans, confirmation that her bladder 


was a close to bursting as Susan's was.


This trial of strength continued with both girls becoming more and 


more restless and distracted as their desperation reached critical 


level.  Susan was determined not to give up, and continued to 


question Jan about the bike, taking heart from her increasingly 


disjointed answers, frequently interrupted by sharp intakes of breath 


as she fought to contain her pee.  At last, when Susan could hardly 


manage to think of anything else to say except 'I want to pee!  Oh 


God how I want to pee!'  Jan, who could hardly stand still, said 


"Come to the Queen's Head in South Street on Saturday night.  A lot 


of the old crowd will be there, I'm sure some will be pleased to see 


you again."


"Sounds good, I'll try and make it," replied Susan, "see you there.  


It's been a good evening, I've enjoyed myself."


With one huge effort of willpower she forced herself to walk normally 


until she was out of the car park, when, absolutely desperate, she 


grabbed the waistband of her jeans with both hands and pulled it 


upwards, (to crush her wee-hole shut with the crutch seam,) and away 


from her, (to ease the pressure on her swollen bladder.)   She 


hobbled across the road like this, and only when she was sure she was 


out of Jan's sight did she reveal how desperate her need to pee was 


and press one hand between her legs, thankful there was no-one about 


to see her.


Less that a hundred yards and she knew that even if she didn't care 


who saw her walking like that, she wasn't going to make it home.  


Frantic to find somewhere to pee before she did it in her knickers, 


she tried to run, still holding her crutch, but this only made her 


want to go more.  She had reached a row of shops, and she had to stop 


in the first entrance and try to hide while she doubled over and held 


her pee back with both hands.  Pressing with all her strength she 


just managed to hold it in, but she dare not move even one hand and 


no way could she walk any farther.  She had reached her limit, and 


she could either squat and pee where she was or try to find somewhere 


better and probably wet herself in the attempt.  Holding herself 


until the last possible second, she just about managed to tear down 


her jeans, tights and knickers and squat before letting her pee come 


spurting out.  At last the glorious feeling of relief, the best part 


of any waiting contest, as she emptied her swollen bladder.  If only 


she could pee faster, she thought, she was so exposed where she was, 


but she always took ages when she was really desperate.  She ignored 


the few cars speeding past, but when a group of 'lads' appeared she 


had to clamp off her flow, pull her jeans up and hurry off in the 


opposite direction before they could see her squatting in the 


doorway.  Despite the enormous puddle she had left she hadn't 


finished her pee, but at least she had 'let the pressure off' enough 


to be able to walk home.  If only she had known, she thought, and 


been prepared for a contest she could have managed to stand around 


talking a bit longer, when she might have got Jan to admit to wanting 


to pee.


She wondered how Jan was riding home. Could she have possibly have 


managed to get on her bike, when her legs would be forced apart, and 


her jeans pulled even tighter across her bladder.  Susan could not 


have done it, at least not long enough to ride home, and she had a 


delightful vision of Jan shaking with desperation as she rode while 


the wet patch between her legs got bigger because she simply could 


not hold her pee any longer.  In fact nothing so exciting happened, 


because Jan had not dared even try to get on her bike, putting extra 


strain on her bladder which was already at its limit.  As soon as 


Susan was out of sight she had run back into the pub ladies and 


unleashed an absolute gusher of a pee.  She always peed a torrent, 


but the pressure in her bladder produced the biggest blast she had 


ever managed.  


It had been a very close thing, she thought, she had so nearly lost 


it in the car park talking to Susan.  How that girl had managed to 


drink so much and then walk off normally was incredible.  The only 


answer was that she must have had a pee in the saloon bar just before 


she joined them.  That would have given her a 45 minute start, the 


only way she could have possibly lasted all evening. .  Jan was 


privately proud that she had, in her estimation, the biggest bladder 


of all the girls in the motor-cycle gang, and she was not going to 


admit to herself that Susan was bigger.  If only, she thought, she 


could find some way of challenging Susan to a one on one contest, she 


would be prepared and then they would see who could really hold their 


pee.





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