On the job

Megan came out of the elevator on the 19th floor of the downtown skyscraper where her firm had its main office. As a lawyer she was near the top of the food chain here, especially as she now had shares in ownership and could be a full partner soon. Among the social hierarchy of women at the office, which was somewhat based on stature within the overall company but also social connections and physical appearance, she was also near the top thanks to her carefully maintained friendships and social organization memberships, as well as her extremely thin frame, which was the absolute peak of desirability. It was often said that a girl had to be below 100 pounds to get promoted, and Megan had attained that finally despite her height, thanks to her urine diet.

She had risen to the point where she had an executive assistant named David, a gay man who was perfect for the job.

"What do you have for me, David?" she asked as she reached his cubicle, strategically positioned just outside her office.

"Well there are some new documents on the Amalgamated Chemical bankruptcy," he said tactfully, "And you have a 10am meeting with the complex litigation team."

"No, I said what do you _have _for me?" she said, glaring at him.

He sighed and stepped into her office, then pulled out his cock. "It feels pretty full," he said.

She held out her glass with measurement markings and he inserted his cockhead and started to pee. He'd overcome a shy bladder for this job, learning that he could do math problems in his head to distract his anxious mind enough to let his bladder start peeing. It was the oddest thing but it worked.

"Well, go on," she said, "Who's going to be at the meeting? And can you pull up the notes from the last one?"

He kept peeing into the glass she held, filling it with steaming hot yellow liquid as he brief her on her busy day. Finally the cup was full to just over its top measurement of 500ml and Megan smiled, pleased to be back on pace to hit her quota of urine easily.

An worker from the IT department came in as David tucked his penis into his pants. Seeing public urination at the firm was no longer the least bit unusual, most of the women there drank piss as a diet and increasingly a lifestyle. Meg dismissed her assistant and took a long chug of his pee as she sat down at her desk. The worker leaned over, making sure the newest updates had configured properly and she could securely access the company's internal network.

It was taking him a while so she blissfully drank urine. This had replaced coffee, bottled water, every liquid, it was all she wanted. David's urine was the least bitter she'd ever tasted, he was a raw vegan. His golden liquid felt delightful in her throat, and he saved up his morning piss for her, this was a huge load of urine. She drank it casually with the portly IT worker still typing away in front of her, savoring every drop of pee.

"Here's some more," she heard the nerd say, interrupting her thoughts, and realized he'd pulled out his smelly cock and was pissing in her cup. Even without permission, and from such a gross man, she bit her tongue. She needed all the male piss she could get, and he'd do to top her off. She was still thirsty.

The pudgy programmer peed in her pyrex, then stood there as she lifted it to her hips and drank his pee right in front of him. She'd have preferred not to **** herself like this, but drinking urine was the norm now for a successful woman, and it was best when it was piping hot. She swallowed it down as he watched the pretty lawyer wince at the taste of his piss. It was so bitter, she'd gotten used to artisanal urine.

"Ugh, eat a salad instead of a donut," she complained.

The guy scoffed and waved his dick at her, a few last drops of his urine falling into her cup. She sipped them up thirstily and he smirked.

That's just how it was for a professional woman these days.