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You hated the pretentious dicks that you were forced to serve. Every last one of them. You hated every overlord to ever walk the streets of hell and you hated how they each felt the need to hear themselves talk. It’s like they were in competition for who could talk the most and the longest and the snootiest.
You could tell Vox wasn’t very interested in what they were saying anymore, but he kept letting them talk. And he refused to meet your eyes despite the way your gaze kept flicking over to him. You weren’t allowed to get up and leave the meeting before they finished. You weren’t really supposed to be seen, just another part of the scenery as you transcribed the conversation for any future reference.
But fucking hell, you really had to go. You should have went before the meeting and you were kicking yourself for it, but there wasn’t any time. Vox had you scrambling around, running like a chicken without its head and by the time you had a second free, you were being scurried into the meeting.
You shifted as subtly as you could, grinding down into the soaked seat of your chair. You prayed to any deity out there that you were aroused enough for it not to be urine seeping through your clothes.
Vox’s eyes slid over to you, but the second you sought out his gaze, hoping he would let you go early before you spilled all over the floor, he was already looking at someone else. He was bored, he was over it, you didn’t get why he wouldn’t just end this and make them leave.
You wished you were part of the Vees. Velvette had abandoned this bullshit ages ago. You would know, you mournfully watched her leave, wishing you could follow. Even Valentino who never took these things seriously and usually just goofed off had gotten bored and left. You wished you could just get up and leave for five minutes to go to the bathroom. Then you’d be right back, you’d swear it.
But what you needed didn’t matter. That was not covered in your contract and was therefore meaningless in Vox’s eyes. He didn’t care, suck it up and figure it out. Well, you figured out that you were going to pee yourself like an incontinent old witch.
Adding on top of that, you weren’t meant to be seen or heard. You existed to be a typewriter documenting their stuck up words and nothing more. You couldn’t squirm, hum, rock, or even cross your legs in order to give you some relief, some way of holding it like a grown up.
Your body throbbed, burning as urine tried to leave you by force, rushing through your body. You caught it at the last second, feeling a few traitorous drops spill into your underwear. You leaned forward, rubbing your crotch up and down the slippery seat of your chair, masking the movement as another adjustment.
Vox’s eyes slide to you again, meeting your desperate gaze only to roll his eyes. He could barely stand to look at his employees half the time, you didn’t know why you expected any sort of kindness. He was going to keep you here until he was able to leave. And then he’d probably tack on a few more tasks for you to get done.
The thought made your body twinge. Another throb, another wave of urine pushing the limits of your body, another set of wet drops soaking your clothes. You prayed there wouldn’t be a noticeable wet patch on your pants when you stood up or on your seat. Vox would make you get on your hands and knees to clean it yourself if there was.
Your thighs rubbed together, forcing arousal to override the twinging. It felt so heavenly to feel your body throbbing, to feel your body clench around nothing in bid to keep yourself decent. A strained moan, mixed of pleasure and stress, pushed against your sealed lips.
This was how you were going to die a second time. You were going to die from a burst bladder with cum slicking the seat of your underwear. And if that wasn’t how you died, it was because Vox got to you first. You didn’t realize you had stopped tracking the exchanged words until Vox’s claw-tipped fingers came down on your keyboard, nearly cracking the keys.
Your hands quickly started moving over the keys again, leaving a space so you could rewatch one of the cameras he had set up to figure out what you missed. You were going to be in a world of trouble for not having it ready to be filed the second the meeting ended, but you would cross that bridge when you came to it.
Your face felt hot with the exertion of keeping yourself together. If you had your way, you would happily be humping something in order to keep yourself together. If you had your way, you wouldn’t have made a contract with this fucker and would be able to use the bathroom as you pleased.
Vox sighed heavily, dropping his head onto his hand, claws tapping impatiently on the screen. Maybe there was a chance he’d finally put an end to this? You hoped so. His eyes found yours again. He had to be bored if he kept glancing at you.
Then his gaze slid from you to the overlords, seeing through every single one of them until he came round to the other side, to Velvette and Valentino’s empty seats. He sighed again and cut into the conversation, and– fucking finally may you say— ended the meeting. With a few backhanded words that would have the others snarling once they really thought about it, the overlords were flooding out of the room in droves.
Vox waved loosely to you as the last overlord left. “Get that transcript into files now.”
Here he went. “Have the recordings sent over to security. Test out the new feature and make sure they actually leave. I hate having those fucks running around here.” You hummed softly, nodding even as your thoughts wandered back to the bathroom. You didn’t even think you could stand without spilling all over yourself now.
“Get, whatever his fucking name is, to call Carmilla. I don’t wanna talk to her.” You should have been listening, this was the dreaded laundry list of tasks you knew was coming. He probably expected all of this in less than an hour knowing him. But it would, very unfortunately, have to wait. It seemed your worst nightmare was coming true.
Another wave of painful, aching throbbing battered your body, prompting another few drops leaking out of you. But then, the drops didn’t stop, mounting into a thin stream, then your body gave up on trying to hold back the downpour of urine escaping you.
You gasped softly unable to do anything as piss instantly soaked through your uniform, spilling so hastily you could hear it flowing over the edge of your seat and onto the floor. It went on forever, splashing everywhere all the while your boss and the owner of your very soul watched impassively.
The moment stretched for eternity, but thankfully ended before your heart could stop. The splashing slowed into a trickle into a loud, echoing drip. You couldn’t look up from your lap, horrified.
Vox laughed cruelly as your face burned hotter than coal. The warm patch was spreading through your pants, flooding the material with hot urine. “Oh, on. And you almost held out.” He clicked his tongue sarcastically. “That’s a shame.”
He briskly stood, stepping around the growing puddle leaking under your chair, leaving no doubt who was responsible for the mess. “Clean that up.” He said shortly, not bothering to look back at you.
You were left there, sitting in a wet puddle of your own mess, pants soaked, crotch soaked, and head painfully dizzy. You slumped against the back of your chair. You really needed to fucking cum now too. You bit your lip, leaning forward to mask your grind as an adjustment. You fucking hated working here.