Watch the news and go to work

You make yourself a simple breakfast (a glass of orange juice and some toast) and bring your tray into the living room, setting it down on the table to begin your morning ritual with some TV news.

You turn on the TV set, catching the anchorman mid-sentence. As always, both anchors are impeccable. Sandy’s sporting her trademark pearly-white smile while Larry wraps up his update about the latest incursion in Syria. This is how you like your news: professional and unbiased.

“… and that’s today’s international news,” he finishes. “Now let’s take a look at the weather with Julia.”

After an animated transition, you see the thirty-something weather anchor in front of the usual backdrop of a digital map draped in weather-related icons, lines and shapes. She’s wearing a sharp, night-blue skirted business suit with matching pantyhose.

“Thanks, Larry. Let’s start with today,” Julia begins. “Much like yesterday, clear skies and sunshine over the whole metro area. Temperatures will rise up to 75 by noon, dwindling to 70 in the evening, perfect for a nice dinner out with the family. But keep an eye on this cold front coming from the north,” she says, gesticulating toward a blue line, “bringing some clouds for the following two days, with occasional light showers.” At this point, she smoothly spreads her knees apart and, on cue, a few clear drops start falling from under her skirt. “On Saturday, a second cold front, and with it, thick cloud cover, leading to heavy storms for the entire day. You might want to stay at home for this one!” Accordingly, the light drizzle between her thighs grows into an abundant torrent of piss, stopped by the front edge of her skirt to fall between her shoes out of camera.

A random thought crosses your mind: it’s a testament to the talent of the studio crew that viewers can’t hear the splashing of pee hitting the floor, which you realize would distract from what the anchors are saying, probably thanks to clever mic placement.

“By late Sunday, the overcast is predicted to clear up and we’re back again with sunshine, though now with cooler temperatures, so you might want to keep your coats.” Throughout her speech, her flow slowly peters out to completion. The performance is finished and she switches back to normal standing position. “Remember, folks, the forecast might change a week from now, so make sure to check back with us and stay updated. That’s all for the weather. Back to you, Larry!” she finishes, with a wide smile on her face and the front of her skirt dripping with urine.

“Thank you, Julia! Delightful as always. Now with the economy…” Larry hums on. You tune out his voice as you open your laptop to check your email before heading out to work.

After an uneventful drive, you reach the office building. You step in to find Erica at the front desk, browsing through a magazine, as per usual. She looks brilliant with her form-fitting business uniform… not that that matters much to you, being happily married and all.

“Morning, Erica,” you throw out casually as you approach her. “Any interesting news?”

“Oh, hi, Eddie,” she greets back, removing her gaze from the page. She stands up, giving you a quick hug, and stays standing. “I was just browsing through the upcoming summer collection here. These ensembles are just to die for! Too bad I can’t afford any of them. I really love this one here,” she adds, pointing to a picture of a random summer dress.

“You mean dresses? I wasn’t talking about that,” you say after a moment of confusion. “I meant ‘anything interesting at work?’”

“Oh. Hmmm. No, not really,” she concedes. “It’s just been the most boring couple of weeks ever. Everyone gets along just fine; no juicy drama to keep track of. Oh, hold on,” she scowls. “Nicole’s coming back from her vacation, isn’t she?”

“Nicole…” you say ruefully, almost to yourself. “Thank God she decided to use her paid leave days. We’ve been so productive the past two weeks. Everything chugging along, no BS.”

“Yeah, I know! I bet she’ll come back all nice and relaxed and totally won’t throw a wrench into all that,” she quips bitterly. A few drops of pee start falling from under her skirt, pattering onto the tiled floor.

“Well, what can you do. She is the vice-CEO’s niece,” you say dejectedly. The drops turn into a continuous stream, splashing loudly, some of it bouncing off the tiles onto her shoes and ankles. “She’d have to screw up royally for the managers to even consider firing her.”

“I know! She’s just so… ugh!” she grunts, throwing up her hands. She scoots back to her chair, still urinating, then sits down to fire her angry piss stream directly onto her skirt below her butt, seeping through to the cushion below. The space between her legs quickly fills with urine and starts to overflow off the edge of the seat onto the floor. “If it wasn’t for everyone else, I’d be long gone.”

“Tell me about it. She’s so incompetent, I’m holding out hope she’ll do something even her uncle can’t sweep under the rug. Though that’s just my optimism speaking.”

“I hope so. Well, enjoy the rest of your Nicole-free morning, Eddie.” The waterfall of piss subsides and ceases, leaving behind big yellow puddles inside her skirt between her legs and under the front of her chair.

“You too! Catch you later,” you say as you start to walk away.

“Wait!” she calls out. You turn around. “Do you need to go before clocking in?” she asks, pointing to her damp skirt and opening her legs invitingly.

“Thanks, but I already went on Jane at home. I’m good.”

“Okay, see you later.” Repositioning her butt and thighs on the drenched cushion, she drags her chair forward to its usual spot.