Chapter 4: Jayne Visits a Bar

Jayne put the coffee cups in the sink and gulped down two large glasses of water. She slipped off her tennis dress and put it in the linen basket and took off her still damp tennis shoes which she put on the window sill to dry. Jayne opened her wardrobe and chose an outfit suitable for evening wear, a long silk aqua-marine dress with a slit over the left leg that went right up to the waist, an open back and mostly netting material at the front with matching strappy, six inch aqua-marine shoes.

Jayne put on the dress and sitting carefully on a dry part of the bed the shoes. Jayne examined herself in the mirror, her breasts clearly visible under the straining material and the dark triangle of her pubic hair contrasting against her light skin, enhanced by the aqua-marine netting.

Jayne set off for Deco’s bar stopping now and then to let a small spurt of pee run down her legs to ensure that they were coated as much as possible with her pheromones, allowing just enough time for them to dry before stopping to pee again. Jayne was truly a stunning sight to see barely concealed beneath her dress and walking with great poise in her high heels which had elevated her height to a giantess’s six foot eight.

In the entrance to the bar Jayne let out a final spurt of pee, this time not just coating her legs again but running over her shoes and soaking into the door mat, if pheromones really worked then it was hers that would be detected first.

Jayne walked slowly through the bar, aware of all the eyes that were fixed upon her and perched on a stool at the dark end of the bar. With her legs crossed and fully exposed through the slit in the front of her dress, her back turned slightly towards the bar, the skirt of her dress hanging down off of the side of the stool between the stool and the bar she sat and pondered the excitement of being just one spurt away from the inevitable humiliation that she would feel when it was time to leave.

Phillip the barman came over to her and lined up three large glasses of water with a twist of lemon on the side.

“Compliments of the house as usual.” Said Phillip. “How are you this evening Jayne?”

“Very well thank you, but I’m dying for a wee.” Jayne replied with her usual response to Phillips question and a cheeky smile.

With that Jayne let loose the first spurt of pee through her dress into the cushion of the stool. Just a small one at first to wet the fabric - too much while the stool was still dry would just run off and splatter on to the floor. Jayne made short work of the water and Phillip kept lining more glasses up as Jayne finished them. At every sip Jayne would release another spurt until she could feel the pee flowing out each time she moved on the stool as she became temporarily incontinent, the pee having saturated the cushion and now invisibly trickling down the legs of the stool and the back of her skirt to soak into the carpet. Jayne would have to move carefully now that her dress was soaked, she would have to remain on the stool in the dimly lit part of the bar for the rest of the evening.

Jayne was surprised, by now someone had usually shown some interest in her, after all it was why Phillip put up with her wetting, good looking single women in the bar will always attract more customers. Perhaps someone had seen her wetting, as she looked around the bar there were still a lot of pairs of eyes fixed on her, it was more likely that her poise, elegance and confidence (it takes quite a bit of confidence to do what Jayne does and wear what Jayne wears after all) was putting the men off.

“Phillip, come round here and chat me up a minute will you?”

“Hold on, I’ll be right with you.” Said Phillip as he quickly finished serving a customer, went round to the front of the bar and sat on the stool next to Jayne.

“What’s up?” Phillip enquired.

“I think I am being ignored.” Replied Jayne.

“Don’t be impatient, it’s still not eight o’clock yet, stop worrying, I’d shag you myself if I wasn’t gay!”

With that Phillip went back behind the bar and a smartly dressed man took his seat next to Jayne.

Jayne re-crossed her legs giving the businessman a clear view of her bush before it became partly obscured again by the aqua-marine netting, and pulled her shoulders back to stretch the material over her breasts.

“Hello, I’m Jayne.” Jayne introduced herself while forcibly emptying her bladder into the stool.