THE ALL DAY GIRLS
Chapter 11: ANOTHER SOCIETY MEETING (F hold-it, touching on desp)
By Paul Tester

By the time they had their next formal meeting, all of the All Day 
Girls had heard of Tamzin's coach journey, either first or second 
hand, as she had been far too excited about it to have kept it to 
herself.  However, now most of the girls were together, they wanted 
her to confirm various parts of her story, or to describe them in 
more detail.  

First, she confirmed that there was absolutely no doubt that Duncan 
had really peed in his jeans, not just let a spurt go as he pulled 
his cock out.  He had a wet patch extending down one leg that was 
completely separate from the one round his fly when he had been 
peeing in the beer can.  Because he had been holding himself with 
both hands at the time, Tamzin had not actually seen him wet himself, 
but she assumed it was when he was saying he was going to have to pee 
on the floor.  With hindsight, she regretted giving him the empty 
beer can, as it would have been far more exciting to have seen him 
either wet himself or have to pee on the floor.  Other than 
demonstrating how he had been clutching the front of his jeans with 
both hands, she could not offer any details of how he had been 
holding himself, and despite her long interest in desperate men, she 
had to admit that she had never thought of the actual way they held 
themselves.  

"I've always assumed that they squeeze it as hard as they can, like 
holding the neck of a balloon closed," she confessed, "does anyone 
know any different?"

"My young brother's friend has a small bladder," answered Rachel, " 
and he's always trying to hide it, so he puts one hand in his trouser 
pocket and presses his willy against body.  When he's really bad he 
uses both hands, but he still presses on his willy, I've never seen 
him squeeze it."

"Scientifically, the best way of stopping water leaking out of a hose 
is to double the end over, it s far more effective that trying to 
squeeze it shut." Annette was always looking for the most logical way 
of doing something.  "That's what I have always imagined men would do 
as a last resort, though I have never actually seen anyone doing it."  
She looked questioningly at the other girls.

"The only cocks I have seen close up, or felt, have been too stiff to 
bend at all, but they have all looked long enough to bend double," 
replied Pauline.

The other girls giggled and nodded their agreement to this, and 
Tamzin affirmed that Duncan's looked long enough to double over, but 
doubted if she would get the chance to try.  Since that memorable 
coach journey, she had casually brought up the subject of pee, 
desperation, how badly they had wanted to pee then, etc, on several 
occasions, and Duncan had either ignored it, or actively changed the 
subject, so she had regretfully concluded that he was not interested 
in the topic.  What was worse was that his college was as strict 
about visitors as Elmdene School, so their opportunities for sex were 
virtually nil, because she said, "I'm not going to stoop to a 
`quickie up against the wall.' To enjoy sex, I like to be naked and 
basically horizontal."  

The evening after the famous coach journey, Tamzin confessed she had 
been so steamed up over his desperation that she could hardly keep 
her hands off him, while the episode seemed to have dampened his 
ardour to almost zero. The girls sympathised with her, but could not 
offer any positive suggestions, other than to look for someone with 
more compatible interests.

"How?" asked Tamzin, "It's hardly the sort of interest you can 
specify to one of those introduction agencies, `I want to meet 
straight male, 18-30, slim, with small bladder, for pubbing, 
clubbing, and other drinking fun.' nor the sort of thing you can 
bring up in casual conversation. `I say, have you been really 
desperate lately, or seen anyone else desperate?'  That seems an 
excellent way of being regarded as some sort of deviant."

"The question that we will never have answered," said Susan, "is, 
just what would he have done if you hadn't given him a can to pee in?  
Would he have just done it in his jeans, or would he have peed on the 
floor, or what?"

"One thing for sure," Tracy joined in, "he would have felt absolutely 
terrible if he was so desperate he simply could not hold his pee back 
any longer.  It was bad enough losing control in the Champion Bladder 
competition, realising that however hard I tried, I could not stop 
myself peeing, and that was in private, only a few friends knowing, 
and clean clothes to change into.  I can't imagine how terrible if 
would feel to do it in public and have to spend the rest of the day 
in wet jeans."

"Surely, somehow, from somewhere, you would find the strength to hold 
it in those circumstances," added Pauline, the only other All Day 
Girl who had actually lost control and wet herself in the 
competition.

"All I can say is that he was in a terrible panic at the time," 
replied Tamzin, "and from his general attitude to pee topics, I think 
he would have rather died than wet himself in public, if he had been 
given the choice.  In my opinion, he simply could not hold back his 
pee any longer.  Maybe girls have more stamina and could hold out 
regardless, compensation from nature because it's more difficult for 
us to pee."

Next, the girls wanted more details of Tamzin's desperation.  How 
close had she been to wetting herself?  How much longer would she 
have been able to wait if the coach had been held up in traffic, or 
there hadn't been a loo at the coach station?  Tamzin could only 
repeat that she had never wanted to go so badly in her life before, 
and that as they reached the coach station she had been thinking that 
if there wasn't a loo there she would not be able to walk far without 
wetting herself.

"As I was running towards the loo," she told them, "I was thinking 
that if it was shut or broken, I would have to squat behind it and 
pee, as I simply could not face having to walk any further.  
Literally, from the time we drove in the bus yard, all I could think 
of was `I must find a loo, I must pee quickly, I can't wait any 
longer, if I don't get to a loo I'm going to wet myself.' I was in a 
terrible panic, I've never been in such a state before.  I was 
clenching myself shut with all my might, really fighting to control 
my pee, and pressing my hand up as hard as I could, and still I felt 
that I was on the very brink of letting go in my knickers."

She continued; "There was a pub across the road, so I suppose that if 
the Tardis loo had not been there, I would have run there, and I 
would probably have made it.  All I can say is I felt that literally 
I was going to pee in my jeans any second, and I have never let go 
such a blast as I did for the first seconds of that pee."

Inspired by the level of desperation she had endured on the coach, on 
the following Tuesday she had made a successful attempt to join the 
24 Hour Girls, and was duly enrolled as the ninth member.  Just 
before the 24 hours was up, when she was confident of waiting, she 
had drunk several glasses of water and then tried to wait another 
hour.  Alone in her study-bedroom, she had forced herself to the 
limit, first sitting on her heel, then holding herself with both 
hands, until she felt she could not possibly wait another minute.  
She had timed and measured her pee, producing exactly one litre in 93 
seconds.  As her pee after the coach ride had lasted 2 minutes, and 
started with a great blast of pee, while this one had been her normal 
steady stream, she interpolated that pee to have been at least 1.3 
litres.  This was the first definite example they had which proved 
the theory that when you really had to hold your pee, you could, far 
longer than in any contest.

To convince the school authorities that their society was genuinely 
concerned about water conversation, Janet and Pauline then reported 
that they had conducted a survey of the school's water usage, and 
submitted recommendations for saving water to the student-staff 
committee.  They had also found that the local Water Company gave 
away plastic bags to fit in cisterns and reduce the amount used for 
each flush, and these were going to be fitted to all the school loos.  
Erica suggested that there would be a bigger saving if all girls were 
restricted to three visits for juniors and two for seniors per day, 
but that this might not be universally popular.

"We had already thought of that," said Pauline, "and it has given us 
a great idea for money raising in School Charity Week.  What we are 
going to propose is that for a week, everyone has to pay to use the 
loos during school hours, all money going to the school charity.  My 
proposition is that they pay 10p for the first visit, 5p for the 
second, 2p for the third, and then it's free.  That way there is a 
big incentive to try to hold out all day if you can, and also if 
someone has a small bladder, to make sure that we know how often they 
have been.  If we can do this, and set it up right, we will end up 
with a complete survey of the school's bladder capacity, all done 
openly and with official blessing.  I propose we set up an action 
group to get together a really good proposal to put forward, with all 
the details worked out."

The girls were unanimous in agreeing that this was a brilliant idea, 
and they all offered their services.  Pauline wanted Caroline, with 
her very upper class accent, to actually put the proposal to the 
staff, and Janet and Sara to set up the computer network they would 
need to keep track of when girls had used the loo.  They also agreed 
that it would be a good idea to halve the charges for juniors, and 
that Erica and if possible another junior, should be used to confirm 
that juniors would not object to the scheme.

Caroline then announced that she thought she had found another large 
bladder in the school.  The previous weekend she had been to lunch in 
a local pub-restaurant with her brother and his wife Linda, and she 
had seen Miss Walmer, Liberal Studies and Games mistress in the bar, 
drinking with her boyfriend.  She had drunk three pints of either 
lager or shandy and never been to the loo, not even when they left, 
though her man had been twice.  Caroline had drunk two and a half 
pints in the same time, and had been bursting when they left, but she 
made herself wait as she wanted to make it as embarrassing as 
possible for Linda, who had a small bladder, to keep going to the 
loo.  Miss Walmer was a slim, rather mousy woman, in her late 
thirties, not at all the type they had considered as likely to have a 
large bladder.

"I didn't know we were interested in staff bladders as well," said 
Katrina. "At the start of this term I came on the Gatwick mini-bus 
they run for overseas girls, that meets the early morning long haul 
flights.  `Fish' was in charge, and gathered us all together in the 
coffee shop for breakfast.  When it was time to go, she made a 
definite point of reminding us to go to the loo, and then went 
herself.  The M25 was the usual traffic mess, and no services.  As 
soon as we turned off, `Fish' was talking to the driver, and had us 
stop at the first `Happy Eater' place.  She didn't quite run to the 
loo, but she was first off the coach and leading the way.  Quite a 
few of the girls obviously wanted to go after 2 hours, so the stop 
was justified, but it was pretty clear to me who was bursting."

`Fish,' Fiona Fisher, was a history teacher, a plump, well built 
woman in her mid twenties.  Compared to Miss Walmer, most of the 
girls would have guessed that she would have had much the larger 
bladder.

"If you stopped where I think, there was still quite a way to the 
school, so what was she like when you got to Elmdene?" asked 
Caroline.  "Did you have more coffee after the loo stop, so as to 
refill your bladders?"

"Fish did her best to discourage that," replied Katrina, "but by the 
time she was out of the loo, I had already got some of us sitting 
down and ordered coffees, so she had to stay until we finished.  She 
certainly did not drink anything, that I am sure of.  When we got to 
Elmdene, she was organising the new girls, while the rest of us just 
wanted to get our cases into our new rooms and unpack.  I think she 
was showing the girls where the loos were but I really didn't take 
too much notice.  I was deliberately not going to the loo, despite 
having drunk as much coffee as anyone, whereas I suppose I should 
have made straight for the loo and waited there to see who else was 
in a hurry."

"You can always think what you should have done after," said Tamzin, 
"like I should not have given Duncan the beer can to pee into until 
he asked, but life does not have an instant replay facility.  Anyway, 
at least you have identified Fish as a small bladder, so we can keep 
an eye on her, maybe interrupt her as she is dashing to the staff-
room at break, now we know why she is hurrying."
