No, and pees in the worst place possible

Chloe hurried into the men's restroom, clutching the porn magazine she had just purchased. She found the scraggly man from earlier and handed it to him.

"Here you go," she said, trying not to make eye contact. "This should help with your, um, problem."

The man's face lit up as he took the magazine. "Thank you so much, miss. You're a real lifesaver."

Chloe nodded and rushed out, her bladder screaming for relief. She never did get to pee earlier. She made a beeline for the women's restroom, but before she could reach it, the receptionist called out to her.

"Miss Chloe? The mayor is ready for you now."

Chloe froze, her hand on the restroom door. She couldn't very well keep the mayor waiting, but her need to pee was becoming unbearable. She took a deep breath and turned around, smoothing down her skirt and adjusting her lacy bra. It would have to do.

She walked into the mayor's office, trying to ignore the pressure in her bladder. The mayor, a balding man in his fifties, looked up from his desk and raised an eyebrow at her attire.

"Miss Chloe, I presume? I must say, your choice of outfit is rather... unconventional for a business meeting."

Chloe felt her face flush. "I apologize, Mr. Mayor. I had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction on the way here."

The mayor waved his hand dismissively. "No matter. Let's get down to business, shall we?"

Chloe nodded and took a seat, crossing her legs tightly. As the mayor began to speak, she found it increasingly difficult to focus on his words. Her bladder felt like it was about to burst.

She glanced around the room, **** for a solution. That's when she noticed a potted plant in the corner. It was large enough to provide some cover, and the soil looked dry and absorbent.

Chloe waited until the mayor turned to write something on the whiteboard. Then, as quietly as possible, she slipped out of her chair and snuck over to the plant. She hiked up her skirt, pulled her bikini bottom to the side, and let out a sigh of relief as she began to pee.

The stream seemed to go on forever, but finally, her bladder was empty. Chloe quickly adjusted her clothing and hurried back to her seat, just as the mayor turned around.

He continued to talk, oblivious to what had just transpired. Chloe tried to focus on his words, but her mind kept drifting back to the puddle of urine soaking into the potted plant's soil.

A few minutes later, she felt the urge to pee again. This time, she couldn't wait. She glanced around the room. Her fluids had been massive enough to collect in the saucer thing under the pot. Any more and the mayor would suspect something. Her eyes landed on the mayor's desk.

It was a large, imposing piece of furniture, made of dark wood. Chloe knew it was a terrible idea, but she was ****. She waited until the mayor turned to write on the whiteboard again, then quickly slid out of her chair and crawled behind his desk.

She opened a drawer and squatted over it. Luckily the papers in it looked dated and useless. In this drawer, her hydrated, odorless pee was less likely to be noticed within the next 15 minutes. Then, biting her lip to keep from making any noise, she let go.

The relief was immediate, but short-lived. Chloe peeked over the desk and saw him finishing a mind map and scrambled out from behind the desk, barely making it back to her chair before he turned around.

The meeting continued, but Chloe's bladder still wasn't fully empty. She squirmed in her seat, trying to hold it in. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She was going to have to use this man's highly-esteemed office as a toilet again.