The Paparazzi

Ariana and Honey Tits arrived to the club in a limo. They got out and were met with dozens of flash bulbs going off. Ariana tried to hold her skirt down.

"Ariana, what's with the eyebrows?!" yelled someone.

Ariana rolled her eyes. She did not care what anyone said, the thick, black upside down flattened V eyebrows looked sexy.

Ariana walked down the red carpet that had been put out for the arrival of the club's VIPs. The pressure on her bladder grew worse. She winced a bit and clenched. She walked slowly down the red carpet and waved to the crowd of fans who were behind the photographers.

Honey Tits, holding a large, leather Gucci bag followed. "Who are you?!" yelled someone.

"Ariana, who is that?"

"Is she your girlfriend?"

Ariana just smiled with her jaw clenched as the pressure in her bladder built. She finally gave in, and let loose. The sensation of the hot urine filling her diaper had two effects: one was relief and the other was a charge of sexual excitement. She stood still until she was done peeing then continued on. She would love to run to the ladies room and change her diaper in a stall, but she knew Nanny Honey Tits would rat her out to Victoria, and only Nanny Honey Tits could change her diaper. She turned around and looked at her Nanny.

Honey Tits was dressed in a tight red mini-dress. She saw the look on Ariana's face. She smiled and nodded.

They walked into club which was blaring electronic dance music. It was full of people in expensive clothing. Lots of bottles of expensive champagne were being carried to tables by waiters and waitresses in pink shirts and black slacks. Ariana wondered how Nanny Honey Tits would change her, in a stall in privacy or would she make her lie on the floor of the ladies room and change her in front of anyone who came in.