You Lose Control

All the drinks you’ve been having have started to take their toll on you. That last shot below the belt sent you over the edge, and before you realized what was happening, it was too late to stop it. A jet of piss starts streaming from your shaft, and Charlotte backs away before she reaches the splash zone.

You realize trying to stop is futile, and probably a bad idea. You let your bladder completely empty, covering the hardwood in your bodily fluids.

As soon as you’re done, apologies start spewing forth from your mouth. Charlotte steps forward, careful to avoid the puddles of piss strewn across the room, and places her finger on your mouth. “Don’t say sorry. I’m more than glad I won’t have to take the next shot in my vagina.” You nod, with your head down. “But when my roommate gets back, she might not be so pleased.” Charlotte tosses you a towel. “Here you go. Clean it all up.”

You shamefully wet the towel and start cleaning up her floor.