Drop by the coffee room

Since you didn’t get your daily dose of caffeine at home, you first go to the coffee room, hoping not to run into Nicole. Luckily, it’s just Kelly and Becky from your department in there, having a casual chat.

“Morning,” you greet cheerfully. “Have either of you seen Nicole today?”

“Hi, Eddie. Not yet, thank God,” Kelly says. “I don’t even know if she’s in yet, but we’re hiding out in the coffee room just in case.”

“She's not much of a morning coffee person,” explains Becky.

“Go figure,” you say. “Maybe that’s why she’s in such a shitty mood all the time.”

“That must be it,” Kelly says. “I know I definitely need a nice coffee and a good pee to start my day,” she adds, sipping from her mug. “And I don’t do either of those at home, so…”

“Yeah, totally,” Becky agrees. “It just clears your head, doesn’t it?” she adds, taking a sip of her own and slightly spreading her knees. A thin, clear stream sprinkles from between her legs, landing on the carpeted floor in a muffled spatter.

“No offense, Eddie, but I don’t know how men do it, not being able to pee whenever they want,” Kelly comments. Like Becky, she separates her legs without a second thought and a thicker, more concentrated stream starts gushing down onto the carpeting. Thinner trickles slither down her legs, some of the liquid getting absorbed into her pantyhose. “It’s just so convenient. What if there’s no women around? I know you probably keep a pair of panties in a drawer or something just in case, but that seems… sad to me,” she continues, the dark patch under her slowly expanding with her urine.

“You get used to it, I suppose,” you say unbothered. “Besides… there’s a sort of fun in peeing onto a woman’s clothes from outside,” you tease.

“Oh, really,” Kelly says with an amused smirk. “I bet you can’t do this, though,” she taunts. Still peeing, she pushes her fingers up the crotch of her business skirt, which now catches her generous stream only for a moment before immediately becoming drenched.

“I’ll admit, that’s something I can’t do,” you concede, taking a sort of enjoyment from looking at your coworker fill her professional clothes with piss even though it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Actually, I probably could… in theory.”

“Oh, god, Eddie! Gross!” Becky reacts in a theatrically disgusted tone. Her wetting slowly winds down as she speaks. “Youʼre lucky weʼre friends here. You wouldn’t want me to call HR, do you?”

“Yeah, weirdo,” Kelly agrees, in the same joking tone. She also finishes pissing herself, having thoroughly saturated the bottom of her underwear and skirt. A considerable wet stain can be seen on the floor.

“Well, anyway. I got what I came here for,” you say, raising your mug, “so if youʼll excuse me, ladies…”

“All right. Good luck!” Kelly hums, contracting her legs to their normal position.

“Donʼt stress yourself out,” Becky says, straightening up likewise.