Chapter 3: Back to work

In the morning Tanya is awoken by the sound of Natalie flushing the toilet.

Tanya is unable to move with Mike still laying on top of her ‘What the hell’ Tanya thinks to herself as she releases her first pee of the day into Natalie’s still soggy settee.

Natalie comes out of the bathroom still wearing her dress from the night before. “I think it’s time we got going.” She tells Tanya.

“What time is it?” Asks Tanya. “I should have let Simmonds know I wasn’t going to be at home.” “It’s about quarter to three, he probably hasn’t left home yet. Are you going to get up or do you want me to get the phone?” Said Natalie.

“I think Mikes dead, can you help me up I can’t move.” Said Tanya.

With Natalie’s help Tanya wriggled out from under Mike leaving him lying face down on the settee. As she stood up the pee that had collected in her leather skirt dribbled onto the carpet. Tanya now felt a little embarrassed standing with pee dribbling onto the floor but sensing this Natalie let out a spurt of pee into the front of her dress and smiled. Tanya was now beginning to feel a bit more comfortable. “I stink of piss and so does your settee.” Said Tanya.

“I do as well, I just did a big wee in my bed, I don’t know where it all came from. I was enjoying it, it’s a shame I had to get up to poo. We can shower at the corporation, it will take me a few minutes to get your stuff ready anyway.”

Tanya went to the phone and called Simmonds to let him know to pick them up from Natalie’s. Natalie took off her dress and sat naked in front of the mirror to remove her face makeup and apply some more.

Tanya finished on the telephone, found her clothes and changed into her long black skirt, white jumper, stockings and shoes. When Natalie had finished she stood up and removed the dark mascara streaks from her inner thighs and called Tanya over. Natalie carefully removed Tanya’s blonde wig and adjusted her hair and makeup.

“That’ll do for Simmonds, I’ll finish you off when we get to the corporation. I need to get dressed now. Put the kettle on Tanya and we can have a cup of tea.”

Natalie went to her wardrobe and put on a tiny white miniskirt that was pleated half way up and a tiny bra top with a pair of white high heeled sandals. Natalie went over to the bed and took Leif’s hand. Leif was as dead to the world as Mike so Natalie took his hand, pushed it into her crotch and gently peed before placing his arm gently back on the bed and resetting the alarm clock.

“I’ve set the alarm for half past seven, that should leave them enough time to get up. They’ll sleep till lunchtime otherwise, I think we’ve sapped both of them big-time.” Said Natalie as she came out of the bedroom.

Tanya had made two cups of tea and now brought them out of the kitchen. Natalie sat back in an armchair to drink hers while Tanya perched on a dining chair.

Their tea drunk, Tanya and Natalie left Leif and Mike asleep and made their way downstairs to where Simmonds was waiting with the limousine.

“Morning ladies.” Said Simmonds as Natalie got in first and slid across, spreading a trail of cum as she went before Tanya got in.

Natalie had felt a sticky sensation between her legs but had not realised quite how much cum was oozing out as she walked down the stairs. Now she had got one back on Tanya for peeing on her settee.

When they arrived at the corporation Simmonds opened the door for Tanya. Tanya got out carefully, but as usual Natalie made a bit of a show for Simmonds, sliding along the seat with her knees wide apart and up in the air letting Simmonds not only see her bush but every part of her cummy fanny.

Tanya thanked Simmonds and they went in.

Natalie opened the dressing room, switched on the light and closed the door behind Tanya. Standing just inside the door with her legs tight together Natalie began to pee, letting her pee trickle gently down her legs and over her shoes before it soaked into the carpet.

“I can see work is going to be much more fun from now on.” Natalie sighed revelling in the warm, wet sensation between her legs. “Are you going to go before or after your shower, you know that during would be cheating, don’t you?” Natalie said to Tanya, not wanting to miss seeing Tanya wet herself.

Tanya just accepted what she needed to do and stood just like Natalie, letting the pee flow as gently as she could manage down her legs, soaking into her stockings, running over her shoes and soaking into the carpet.

Tanya undressed, hanging up her skirt and jumper but leaving her soggy shoes and stockings on the floor and showered while Natalie sorted out Tanya’s outfit and made some tea.

When Tanya finished showering she put on the new outfit, a white jumper under a red suit consisting of a short skirt and tailored jacket, natural stockings and red shoes.

Tanya sat down at the dressing table and drunk her tea while Natalie went to work on her hair and makeup. Natalie now took full advantage of the new freedom that she had discovered, releasing a spurt of pee every few minutes as she worked on Tanya, letting it run down her legs, savouring every drop, feeling her legs sticking together as the cum continued to ooze out.

“Right, I think that’s about it for now, time for you to have some brekkie while I see who’s next door.” Said Natalie as she finished and gathered up her trolley.

Natalie wheeled her trolley to the next dressing room while Tanya joined the news team for breakfast in the newsroom. Natalie did not normally check the duty roster so she was in for a bit of a shock when she tried to go into the next dressing room that had William chalked on the door. As she tried to open the door it opened only a few inches before a face appeared.

“Who are you?” Bluntly asked the man behind the door.

“Natalie.” Natalie replied. “From makeup.”

The man behind the door scrutinised Natalie and her trolley through the gap before opening the door fully to let her in.

Once inside Natalie began to understand the situation. Sitting at the dressing table was the Prime Minister. As well as the man behind the door there were two others, another man and a woman. “I think we ought to frisk her.” Said the second man as he looked up and down Natalie. With this the Prime Minister’s eyes lit up and Natalie raised her arms ready to be frisked, looking forward to having hands run all over her body.

“That won’t be necessary. You two wait outside.” Said the woman, aware that the dressing room was a little small and that they had not offered to frisk any of the less attractive dressers on previous occasions.

“Yes Sarge.” Said the two men in unison as they left the room.

“Any requests sir?” Asked Natalie of the Prime Minister as she looked at him in the mirror.

“Just polish m’ bonce.” The Prime Minister replied, self mockingly in his Yorkshire accent.

Natalie could now see that she needed the high capacity brush that was not on her trolley. This gave her an excellent flashing opportunity she thought as she dragged over the step stool, and without using the steps put her foot on the platform, exposing her bare fanny to the mirror as she stepped up to look in the top cupboard.

“There’s only paper towels in there love.” The Sargent said as she saw Natalie climb up onto the stool. “Wages so bad that you can’t afford underwear?” The woman asked noticing that Natalie was naked under her skirt.

“I just don’t see the point in it, I suppose you wear underwear?” Natalie retorted to the Sargent while looking at the expanding bulge in the Prime Minister’s trousers.

“I don’t, as a matter of fact, it’s no secret, just that no one’s seen my fanny because I keep it covered.” The Sargent replied with an unexpected answer.

“Wait till I tell the wife my detective doesn’t wear knickers, she’s only just got over Helen ‘Hedgehog’ Brinton.”

The Prime Minister was now getting increasingly uncomfortable in the trouser area.

“I’m just going to get a brush.” Said Natalie as she left the room.

Outside Natalie asked the two detectives. “Are you sure that you don’t want to frisk me? It’s OK, I don’t mind.”

“I suppose we’d better do it to be on the safe side.” Said the first detective as he got down to work, running his hands past Natalie’s breasts, brushing them with the palms of his hands, down past her skirt then running his hands up her left leg under her skirt, touching her fanny with his left thumb.

“That tickles.” Said Natalie, feeling the thumb on her fanny.

Natalie released her bladder, letting it empty freely on the detective’s hand.

“Don’t make me laugh or I will wet myself.” Said Natalie as an afterthought as her pee poured as if uncontrolled between her legs.

The detective took his hand away and the two detectives watched as Natalie peed.

“That will do miss, Thank you.” Said the second detective, both men now sporting an erection.

Natalie moved her legs together and turned off the flow, enjoying the rejuvenated dampness between her legs as she went next door to get the brush. When she returned she set to work on the Prime Minister, unhampered but closely observed by the sergeant.

The female sergeant, ever vigilant now noticed the glistening streaks on the insides of Natalie’s legs. “Natalie, are you alright, your legs look a bit wet?” The sergeant asked as Natalie went to work on the Prime minister.

“I’m dreadfully sorry, this is so embarrassing, but I wet myself a bit when your boys tickled me while they were frisking me outside. It was only a little bit, I didn’t think it showed. I’m sorry, I hope it hasn’t caused offence.” Natalie answered, pausing from working on the Prime Minister and looking down at her legs.

“Wait till I get hold of them!” Said the sergeant disgustedly, feeling that her officers had let both her and the force down, disobeying her orders and needlessly harassing Natalie.

“Don’t worry, I’m not offended.” Said the Prime Minister. “It reminds me of last year’s conference when the wife did a widdle in her pants. It started off as a really long photo shoot outside the hotel. We then had to walk along the front in an icy wind to the conference hall. She kept trying to whisper something in my ear but I never got what it was until she told me again later. By the time we got there she was completely desperate and piddled in her pants in the lobby while the photographers took a few more pictures. Fortunately she had a long ball gown on and the puddle had soaked into the carpet before we had to move on but she had to stay standing until she could slip away and get her knickers off. She was so embarrassed about not having any pants on, as if anyone could see. I found it quite a turn on, especially when I made her show me the wet patch on the carpet later on! Like you two, she’s quite happy without underwear now. If she can be without in front of a whole conference she can do it anywhere.”

Natalie glanced at the Prime Ministers lap, noticing that he was indeed aroused. Since she was already noticeably wet a little bit more wouldn’t hurt she thought as she stood with her legs together and began to let a few drops of pee out, feeling the warmth as they wicked down between her legs.

“Have you ever wet yourself Sergeant?” Natalie asked the sergeant, now expecting a forthright answer as before from the woman detective.

“As a matter of fact I have. It’s the main reason I stopped wearing underwear in the first place.” Said the sergeant. “I used to end up on interminable stakeouts. You have to stand still for hours on end and you never know how long it’s going to take.

On one occasion I was doing some surveillance in an alleyway. There was no way I could move or make a noise without giving my position away and these drug dealers were just sitting down chatting waiting for an accomplice to arrive. It was the accomplice that we were after so I just had to wait. After a few hours I started to get a bit desperate and in all I was waiting for fourteen hours for this chap to turn up. When he arrived he got an ear bashing about why he had been so long from the other chaps, you can’t trust crooks to understand the 24-hour clock and we nabbed him, but you can imagine, fourteen hours without a pee, not possible. I think I lasted out about nine but then I started to feel my crotch get a bit damp and I got a bit of cramp and as I moved to relieve the pain it just started to come out, a stream of pee running through my knickers and down each leg, thoroughly soaking my stockings and shoes as well. I managed to keep it to myself but I vowed to try to do something to prevent it happening again so I tried a few things at home and found that if I left my knickers off I could pee standing up in my full uniform and not get any of my clothing wet. I haven’t worn knickers on duty since and I have found this an invaluable aid to my police work. I think I must have peed on the job in virtually every stakeout I did after that, I’ve certainly never wet my knickers again although several times I had to let it quietly trickle down my legs. Strangely enough it felt quite nice, I don’t know why, all warm and wet.”