Jessica Jones discreetly crossed her legs under her desk, fighting back another wave of despiration.
Her last trip to the bathroom had been nearly ten hours ago, and that was before she drank several tall glasses of vodka. Now after hours of walking, jumping down from a tall building or two, and a hurried running, her bladder was on the edge of bursting. Her lower muscles were all clenched tight, her feet tapping with desperate energy.
The so called 'client' in front of her continued talking about his situation, Jessica already having tuned him out after he said he woule pay her in comic books rather than cash.
No, her mind was focused on much more important matters. Like the fact that she could feel the liquid in her starting to near escape, causing her to bite her lip and grip the edge of her desk, almost hard enough to crack it. Her breath hitched ever so slightly as a tiny, tiny spurt of urine leaked from her abused urethra and into her panties. She crossed her legs even tighter, thankful that the man in front of her was unable to see her despiration.
The man in front of her had his cell phone ring, him excusing herself and walking outside to answer the call. Jessica took this opportunity to unzip her jeans to remove pressure from her bladder, before pressing her hands into her crotch.
She shifted her position, as the so called 'client' returned. He informed her that the 'issue' had been taken care of, leaving her alone.
The sensation of relief was almost to much to bear, causing her urethra to release another small spurt into her damp panties. Jessica gritted her teeth, trembling hands zipping her tight jeans again as she tentatively stood on shaky legs, which were still awkwardly crossed.
She moaned in displeasure and at the ache in her bladder, pressing one hand against her twitching crotch and the other helping her stay upright by holding onto the desk.
Just across the apartment, to the bathroom, and she could release. Another spurt escaped, this one considerably larger, the crotch of her jeans moistening slightly. Her bladder veered dangerously close to out of control for a moment, resulting in her doubling over and moaning once again in effort to contain her urine.
"No, no no!" She begged herself, leaking for half a second. Her urine soaked through her panties, and left trails down her trembling legs, the longest ending near her knees.
She stood there for half a minute, before slowly uncrossing her legs and taking a step forward, hissing as her privates trembled. Another step, slightly faster. Soon enough she was hobbling forward, her legs trembling more and more.
But all of the sudden, she stopped. Her thighs slammed close, before crossing tighter than ever before. Her hands clenched into fists, trembling. Her lips pressed together, her hips bobbing up and down in effort to maintain full control... to no avail.
Slowly, yet so quickly, she lost control. it started with another small leak... followed by another, and another. leaks became spurts... and spurts gave way to complete loss of control.
She fell to her knees, gasping and moaning. a puddle formed beneath her.
It had been nearly two entire minutes before it finally trickled to a stop.
Jessica pushed herself to her feet, nearly slipping in her own pee. She had absolutely no idea how she managed to contain so much pee for so long.
Her doorbell rang, and she cursed. This was going to be hard to hide.