THE ALL DAY GIRLS
Chapter 16: SUSAN, AN UNEXPECTED CONTEST (F hold-it, touching on desp)
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.