The Bathroom

AT THE DESK

© 2001-9 The Bathroom

Hannah was nervous about her first day starting work at the office. She couldn’t sleep during the night and when she got up, she felt a bit drowsy. Also her mouth became dry, so she drank to large mugs of tea with her usual cereal for breakfast. Then she had her shower, she got changed into a yellow and white striped blouse and a lightbrown flared skirt. She also brushed some dust from her clothes and combed her short red hair. Before she left the house she had a glass of water to drink.

On the way to work she felt a slight need to go to the toilet, but she ignored it. When she got there, she was greeted by James, a balding, middle-aged gentleman.

“Hello, you’re Hannah, right?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“I’ll show you around the office,” James said. Hannah at this time wanted to find the toilet, but was too afraid to ask. A few minutes later, she was shown to her desk.

“Any questions?” James asked.

“Er, no, not at all,” Hannah replied, forgetting the fact that she needed to wee.

After an hour at the desk, she found it difficult to concentrate on her work as s he began to fidget slightly. Soon she crossed her legs as tightly as possible. She was probably the only person who didn’t go to the toilet that day… if only she knew where they were. Soon, Hannah’s fidgeting became more noticeable, attracting the attention of another colleague sitting at the desk next to her.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“No, I’m okay, just got an itchy bum, that’s all,” replied Hannah.

As the day wore on, Hannah became even more desperate. She then jammed one hand between her legs whilst using the computer with the other, as result, she failed to get many of her tasks done. James came round and looked at her work and said, “I need the work done today. Can you do it for us?”

“Er, yes,” Hannah replied, shaking with fear. That was all she needed. She had to work late on her first day and on top of that she needed to wee extremally badly. In the end, she jammed both hands between her legs through her skirt, and felt she on the verge of wetting herself bigtime. When she saw one of the office cleaners, she finally plucked courage to ask where the toilets were. “They’re on the first floor, last door on the left,” the cleaner said.

Hannah rushed from her desk, got to the first floor and managed to find the toilet. However, as she tried to push the door, she found it was locked. She started to clutch herself and bend double in agony. In the end, she just gave up as she felt her wee leak through her knickers and start to soak her brown skirt.

Looking down at herself in embarrassment, she saw the mini-puddle forming from under her. To add to her problem, she looked around to see the annoyed cleaner say, “Oh, good grief, another mess to clean up.” A disastrous end to her first day.