John had never had a job quite like this one. It was his first time working for a female boss and also having staff under him.

To begin with this morning, his first day, it had been quite pleasant, in fact fun, having underlings bring the coffee in for him and his boss; a duty that normally fell under his job description.

But on his third mug of the strong black Jamaican beans he realised that:

1. His boss, Corina, had drunk the same as him and had not left the office
2. He could not remember the layout of the building and therefore the location of the gents
3. He just could not ask permission to be excused; that is if he was expected to ask permission.

John busied himself reading and filing the documents that Corina had said were crucial for him to be up to speed on. Far better at the moment to be sitting down than standing reordering the volumes of case files that Corina had had transferred for their forthcoming big case.

Another hour had passed and John was now getting worried. Still Corina had not left her office. Still the coffee kept coming and still his urge to pee was growing.

John knew he had been starting to fidget in his chair. Regardless of his clenching and his position he was now desperate to go. His hand had strayed more than once on to his groin, his hand pressing urgently to relieve his need. If only he could ask, if only he knew where the hell he was going if he did ask to leave. If only he could just get up and walk out......but where to?

"John!"

John startled and losing control momentarily, embarrassingly pressed his crotch to stem a release in to his pants.

Yes Mrs..........err Corina, how can I assist you? John's heart was thumping, his bladder was screaming, his pants dampening.

John hoped he did not have to move. At this moment he was unsure if he could hold on to his bladder if he moved at all, let alone standing up. He knew he would have to hold himself and he would be dancing.

"John, I need you to go to Jack's office to collect his files. It is left out of here, along the corridor past the gents. I think you need a break from reading those files."

John blushed. Did she know? Had she guessed?

John composed himself, his pants felt damp, he was sure he had peed a little. He stood up under the gaze of Corina and mustering the last ounce of muscle strength walked as carefully and easily as he could out of the office before shoving his hand in his pocket and grabbing himself to prevent another spurt of wee escaping.

John reached the gents and peed hard and long, wondering how he could face his boss.

Oh I love your stories

I feel guilty about not contributing any myself, but i'm really insecure about fictional writing in English.

Oh never worry about your English. If it was not for the fact that you have Germany as your location it would never enter my head that English is not your first language.

Write away - we are all eager for the content - not the grammar

Glad you like the story - I just thought of it while I was contemplating doing housework.

Oh to have a male PA - that would be wonderful.

You two make me blush

Alright, I'll see if I can translate some of what I've written, it might take a while though.

That's a story that could easily have subsequent chapters!

Peecadilly, your written English is perfect.

Jamester, what's this about my gramma? She was a nice lady.