- Girls, well, rather! I can not already!

- Too piss? Wait, I'm the first! - Lily thought maliciously, slipping past her.

But there, right at the door, several girls shyly shifted. Lily wanted to dive into the toilet, but one of the girls stopped her:

“It’s impossible to clean there,” and pointed to a piece attached directly under the letter “Ж”: “Cleaning schedule: 9.30–9.45, 12.40–12.55, 14.45–15.00”. Lily looked with horror at the clock: 14.50.

Another of this company, with a strange half-laugh half-tone, jumped and hissed:

- Girls, I can not! I will now write!

The third also decided to share their torment. Jumping on one leg, bending the right knee and pressing the right thigh to the left, she, smiling broadly in an attempt to hide her desperate position with a joke, said:

- Aaaaaaaa, I can not, I can not, I can not! I'm writing now!

So, alternately pressing her legs under herself, she spun around the girlfriends who had been crowded into a tight circle, from time to time tensely sinking and lowering the pursed leg, and squinting at the young people passing by - as if someone had not heard about her suffering, except her friends! Continuing to touch the legs, she began to rummage in her purse, and issued a disappointed cry:

- Pancake! Napkins run out ... Yule, will you share? - She turned to her friend.

- I can not, Irish, also ended. Only the gasket can give.

- Er, I have napkins - another girl has encouraged her friend.

Then another suffering woman arrived, the one who climbed the stairs with Lilia. And behind her and teasing her friends. Seeing the girls who were crumpled by the toilet, and having glanced at the cleaning schedule, the girl let out a low moan. But what was she to do? - and stood next to the other friends in misfortune.

The girls, smiling broadly, shifted from foot to foot, crossed their legs, did not stop moving for a second. Lilia heard a nasty “pssss-pssss-pssssssssss !!!” - one of the girls joked about her friend.

They all enviously glanced at the teachers, secretaries from the trade union committee located on the same floor, and other young women whom the cleaning lady let into the toilet. This is clear - they have a lot of work, literally one minute left, and the woman hastily ran to the toilet she dreamed of for the last hour and a half, but could not leave because of work. And students? They have young bubbles, strong, tolerate! Moreover - who prevented them from running off to pee during a couple? The students understood this and, reluctantly, continued to endure.

It is impossible to describe in words those feelings that raged in the girls, when they looked at how women enter the toilet and come out of it in a few minutes, relieved, with happy faces.

“I want it too,” one of the girls whispered a common thought, looking as another woman came out of the closet.

It was far to go to another women's toilet, it was possible to write on the way (they all very much wanted to), it was easier to wait 5 minutes until the cleaning was over. But Lilia could not wait - the next couple they had in a different building, where women's toilets are always being repaired. And it is still necessary to reach him!

A quick heel clatter was approaching the girls - a young graduate student, slipping out of the laboratory assistant, ran into the toilet. There was little time, and oh how much it was necessary to discharge myself - I had accumulated in three pairs! Worse, because of the frantic pace of work, running around the classrooms and personal explanations to each dull student, she herself did not notice how she wrote a few times in her panties. Only for a moment having lost control of the urethra, she wet her panties and did not even notice it! A couple of minutes ago, having decided for myself to immediately run to the toilet, until it was described, the girl felt this humidity under her skirt. Deciding that it was only sweat, she calmed down, but now, on the way to the cherished booth, she vaguely suspected that she was a little bit cleared. She began to dream of a sugary smell of urine, interrupting the scent of perfume and particles of reagents, settled on a bathrobe.With sadness, she realized that if she lowered her panties in the stall, she would see a wet spot on them, then they would have to be thrown away, and the shy girl was not accustomed to walk even in the hot summer.

The graduate student, literally flying into the toilet, without looking at the cleaning lady, went to the booth. The white laborant's dressing gown, like a sail waving behind her, was something of a pass to a closed institution — a female toilet — where only VIPs are allowed with a special permit. The cleaning lady, looking back at the person who had entered, glanced at the dressing-gown and started cleaning again - the face-control was passed.

Lily slowly opened the toilet door. I saw a cleaner sweeping dirty water on the floor. From one booth came a loud hiss - a graduate student urinated. It seems that through the noise of the stream, Lilia heard a quiet lightweight “ooooooohh good as!”, But was not sure. Moreover, she was interested not in the casting laboratory assistant, but only in her own strong desire and the verdict of the cleaning woman — whether Lily may or cannot ease it.

- Can? - the girl squeaked.

- Girls, for whom the sheet hangs on the door? Written from 14. 45 to 15. 00 - cleaning! What is not clear?

- Oh please! - begged the poor girl - very necessary!

- You slip on the wet floor, and then I answer? Wait at least until dry.

- I won't slip - Lily whispered almost crying, but the woman did not listen to her.

Lily closed the door and looked at the creased girls. Apparently, her face at that moment so pitifully begged "Lord, well, let me finally pee !!!" that the girls in one voice assured her:

- Nothing, friend, we will miss you first.

“Yes, I have no time to wait,” Lily murmured, “I'm already late for a couple.” - And, barely holding back, so as not to cry and not to register at the same time, she quickly went to another building.

According to the worst of laws, as soon as Lily, cursing everything, was removed from the cherished women's toilet, the cleaning lady came out, picked up the bucket and left. And Lilia could no longer see how the girls rushed to the empty toilet, crowd pushing and childishly slaughtering booths:

- Thank you FINALLY !! Chur, I'm the first!

- Why is it you first? I also barely tolerate!

- Uuyuyy let me go, dying!

- Girls, can I be the first? I'm seriously right now obsikayus ...

- What a pity that girl ... She had only half a minute to wait. I hope she will endorse ...

And Lily suffered. Scrolling through all the swear words she knew, the girl overcame numerous corridors and spans. The hardest test for the girl was waiting for her at the end of the path, on the way to the right audience - she was next to the men's room, and the women's one was located directly above him, all she had to do was climb the stairs. Just at that moment, a door creaked upstairs, and Lilia heard the loud clatter of two pairs of shoes above her. Two girls, it seems, like Lilia, endured unbearably long before they got into the desired toilet, as one of them said cheerfully:

- Fuf, I really thought - I will not run down!

“Yes, I did too,” the second laughed. - For eternity suffered!

“I have never seen you rushing with such speed, also on heels,” the first giggled.

- Itself in shock! Only this saved me from shame. Seriously, if only for a second she would have gone in, she would have pissed herself full of pants!

Voices of satisfied girls have left. If Lily had not been afraid to death of the teacher, then, spit on a couple, would have flown up the stairs to the toilet! But, apparently, not destiny ... The girl imagined how then she would have to run up the stairs, and her bladder would jump inside her, and gurgling urine would burst outward, growing stronger with each step. This made her even worse, and, trying not to think ahead, entered ... Read more →