Clogging the drain.

The next move needed a bit planning, but turned out easier than he thought: There were only two restrooms for the women on this floor, and it turned out rather simple to clog them completely in the morning before everybody came to work. It even took two hours before the little catastrophe was noticed, and, as John had counted on, the repair service of course promised to come 'as quick as possible', but didn't show up at all.

There were other restrooms in the building, but all of them were quite far away, and he had been extra careful to pick a day where Jessica's schedule was packed tight with phone calls, meetings and other very, very important things. There would have been time enough for a quick two minutes run to the restroom - there was absolutely no way she could excuse herself for the 10 to 15 minutes it would take her to walk briskly to the next floor, locate the restrooms there, probably stand in line with all the others (because, you know, two floors, only one restroom), and hurry back.

He also made sure to slip a little diuretic pill into her morning coffee.

Then he waited.

When he casually passed by her desk two hours later, Jessica already had that haunted look of a woman who needs to use the restroom very urgently, but has to hold it back. One hour later, as Jessica stood up and walked to the printer, her legs were shaking and he could see her pressing her thighs together. She was biting hard on her lip, and closing her eyes, while trying to concentrate hard.

But there was something else. Arousal.

Her eyes seemed glazed, her breathing was unsteady. John smiled. If there had been any doubt, this was the proof: Jessica's Austrian heritage made her aroused by walking around with a full bladder.

Jessica stood in front of the printer, her knuckles whitening from her grip, trying desperately to focus. She checked her watch, and John could read her thoughts: Would she be able to make it to the next floor? No, not before that meeting in five minutes. But would she be able to get through that meeting without peeing her pants? And experiencing a heavy orgasm in front of everybody while going through that?

He stepped behind her. Put a hand on her shoulder. Jessica spun around.

"Having a hard time?" he asked. Jessica stared at him. He knew she wanted to push him away, but there was also something else in her eyes. Doubt. Fear. The fear of being exposed. John raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I know about your little secret, Jessica," he said softly. He saw her getting tense. Like an animal cornered, ready to fight for its life. John put a smile on his face, "But don't worry. I can keep a secret, you know? I have a... proposal."