The help desk

Vanessa slowly walked out of the alley, still holding a turd from falling out of her ass. She had no idea where she was going. She suddenly spotted a sign above a wooden stall saying "assistance here!". Vanessa assumed it was a help desk, so she ran over to the stall. When she got there, she didn't even bother to acknowledge the very long queue waiting to be seen. Instead, Vanessa barged past the queue and spoke to the lady at the desk.

The woman was in her 40s and had slightly dark skin and black hair like Vanessa's. "Ma'am there's a queue." She gestured to the long queue. "I don't care, I've got a situation with my butt and it's urgent!" Vanessa demanded. The woman took a deep sigh, she was really not in the mood today. She recognised Vanessa almost instantly, so she knew what she was dealing with. She suddenly had an idea, seeing as Vanessa had no rights she wouldn't get in any trouble whatsoever.

The woman smiled at Vanessa. "Come with me to the back and let's discuss." The woman opened the gate to the stall and walked behind a closed curtain. "I fucking think we'd better! This is outrageous!" Vanessa complained as she stepped behind the curtain.

Once behind the curtain, the woman continued. "No one can see or hear us, now show me the problem." She asked Vanessa. Vanessa proceeded to tell the woman the whole story about being shot at by kids and then shitting herself. The woman nodded and pretended to think for a moment. "Hmmm it seems to me as though the kids have shot an imperfection dart at your right buttock, which has imperfected your bladder and caused you to release yourself into your panties." She explained.

Vanessa grew impatient, she didn't care what had happened to her she just wanted a solution. "Yeah yeah that's fucking obvious! Tell me how to get rid of it!" She snapped, the urge to poop still increasing. "Well if you want a solution you're gonna have to pay." The woman folded her arms, she wasn't gonna let an opportunity like this go by for free.

Vanessa looked at the woman in shock at first, surprised at the wit of such a demand. In any other circumstance Vanessa would've put up a fuss, but with her ass about to explode she decided it was no big deal. Besides, she's a millionaire so money is never a problem to her. "I'll pay! Hold on!" Vanessa reached into her pocket for her purse, causing her to halt with panic.