Lola was now getting uncomfortable. She had tried not to squirm but now it was getting much harder to keep still. Her predicament meant that she was as focused as she was ever going to be.

“I need to pee.” said Lola, her legs partly crossed. She was now exposing her weakness.

“What? Do you think I am going to let you go to the lav?” Asked Mercy, rhetorically still pointing the gun at Lola. Mercy continued. “You are going to have to make other arrangements I’m afraid.”

Lola did not know what to do. The futility of her situation was partly masked by her discomfort as she now began to fidget.

“Keep still slut.” Barked Mercy.

Lola watched as Mercy glided over to her desk in her motorised chair and lifted her drink to her lips.

“What, do you want, a drink?” Mercy asked Lola.

Mercy rotated her chair towards Shirley. “Shirley, get Lola a drink. I wouldn’t want her dehydrated. You fucked her, you must know what she likes.”

Nervously, Shirley poured Lola a double whisky. Holding it at arms length he handed it to Lola. Lola reached to take the glass, for a moment almost losing her balance is she stood with her legs still crossed.

Lola hesitated and held the glass firmly in both hands.

Shirley appologetically said “Drink it Lola, it will be for the best, you’ll feel better.”

Mercy moved her chair away from the desk and rotated to face Lola. As usual she was impecably turned out, her hair perfectly coifeured, her wrinkles masked by layers of well applied makeup, her bust beautifully supported under her short red suit. Mercy’s thin legs were clad in wrinkle free stockings and terminated in a pair of towering red heels.

“Shirley’s right, you’ll be better off drinking up. You’ll feel much better. You won’t feel what’s coming to you.” Mercy turned her chair to face Shirley and continued. “Won’t she shirley?”

Turning back to face Lola Mercy again spoke. “Is this what you want to do?”

Lola looked at Mercy and saw nothing. Lola said nothing. All stood in silence with just Lola’s fidgeting breaking the silence until a short while later.

Lola gasped. A trickle of pee began to run off the front of Mercy’s seat. Running neatly in a stream between her legs it splattered on the step between her shoes.

Mercy smiled at Lola. “There, That should make it easier.” She said.

Noticing a shocked expression on Lola’s face Mercy tilted her head slightly to one side. “What, you think I’m an incontinent old woman? Don’t look at me like that, this is deliberate. How do you think I’m supposed to sit on the toilet six or seven times a day with my state of health. You think I should be bothered? It’s how I keep my independence. I’m not incontinent, I’m a lazy cow who pisses herself because she can’t be bothered to use the toilet. You shouldn’t knock it. It’s nice and warm. If I want to feel warmth I just piss myself a bit. It’s the only way I get a bit of warmth nowadays, I’m not getting any of that from my ungrateful family.”