I had to go so fucking badly. I was bouncing around in the back seat of the taxi, trying to hold my bladder from exploding all through my pretty little panties. The cabbie glanced back again, asking me if I was alright. I was humiliated, and I tried to smile through it. ‘I just really need the bathroom, could we stop somewhere?” I was damn near begging. “I have to charge you for the stop, Ma’am.”
Was all he said, grinning beneath a midnight mustache. I knew I couldn’t afford the stop. Fuck. I had no choice but to hold it. It became apparent to me that wouldn’t be possible as we hit our next speed bump, and slowed down as we entered the construction zone. Bumper to bumper brake light traffic greeted my watering eyes as the smallest spurt of pee burst out.
“Don’t wet my back seat, ma’am.” The cabbie warned me, watching me desperately grab myself. There was no pretending now. I tried to open the door; I wold have to piss beside the cab. But the door was locked! We started to move again, inching painfully forward towards my impending omorashii doom. We hit another pot hole, and the spurting started again. I was in for it, badly.
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