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Daily Free-Write June 8, 2022: Stressed at Work Pt. 4
🕑 Added 2022-06-09 06:38:14 +0000 UTCThere was no getting around it. Harry had to get back into the building and get his car keys. He looked around again. The parking garage was mostly empty. Maybe he could take the stairs down. People always took the elevator, never the stairs. He quickly made his way toward the stairs, which were off to the side of the elevator. When he got close, he heard the ding of the elevator doors opening, and he broke into a full on spring nearly tumbling down the stairs.
The sounds of some of his co-workers talking caught his ear but he didn't stop to heard what they were talking about. He instead hurried to the building. He still had his wallet at least, and that should, in theory, give him access to the service elevator in back. There was little opportunity to hide around the concrete building, so speed was his friend. He hurried to the backside of the building, pretending he was supposed to be there.
"As long as they don't see me from the front, they can't tell how wet my pants are," he said to himself. The long walk past blank slabs of concrete to the service elevator was unnerving. This area felt so empty, even compared to the rest of the mostly empty building, and it always gave him the creeps when he was the last one to leave. The lights were automated so it was often dark in the building when he left, and the halls would light up, illumination following him as he walked out.
Here on the backside, with the slanted sun in his face, he just felt like maybe his boss was right. What was he doing to himself going through all this trouble. If he had just left thirty minutes sooner, none of this would have happened. He wouldn't have made a mess of the bathroom or his pants. At least not until he was safely in his car.
Now?
"Dangit... work, damn you!"
Harry cursed as he fumbled with his keycard. Was he swiping it the wrong way? He looked around getting more nervous by the second as he tried to swipe the card every which way he could. Then, the arrow on the elevator turn green with a ding.
"Finally," he said, relieved as the elevator door slid open.Then, his face fell. "Oh, shi- eunnnghhhhh!" Harry's heart started jackhammering when he saw that a custodian was in the elevator, and they were looking him up and down. That was enough to set him over the edge again, and he began spasming uncontrollably in his pants, this time releasing his bladder as well as his balls.
"Nuhhh-uuhhhhh nooo....." he whined, clutching his crotch in embarrassment.
The man standing before him was tall and burly, with huge hairy arms and a big hairy moustache to boot.
"So you're the one that's been makin a mess of things in there, huh?" The big arm reach out to pull Hary in by the chest, grabbing his shirt and yanking him with a yelp.
"Uhhnnnnn!" whined Harry, still unable to formulate words as his body was wracked by yet another orgamsmic convulsion. It was at this point that he gave up trying to hold anything in and began just pissing his pants completely. It hurt too much to hold in, and felt so good to let out, like a warm shower between his legs.
"Alright, pants piddler. You've got some explaining to do."
"I-I'm sorry," cried Harry, fighting to get words out between the orgasmic bladder spasms that rendered him speechless.
"Phew, you smell like cum," said the man , waving his free hand in his face as the elevator doors closed, trapping them both inside a hotbox of sex stench and pee smell. "What is this, some kind of sex thing? Is this how you get off?" asked the man, looking like he wanted to dunk Harry in the big bucket that was hanging off the side of his cleaning cart. "Yeah, you need to clean up, man. Bad."
"I-I just need to get into the building. Left my car keys and..."
Harry's voice trailed off. He realized how ridiculous he must sound with his appearance as it was. The man probably thought he was nuts anyway.
"You want me to let you into the building?" asked the man, looking at Harry skeptically.
"Yes, please," squaked Harry, totally humiliated as he heard the drip drip dripping sound of his own piss and cum hitting the floor beneath him.
"Don't you think you've made a big enough mess?"
"I'm s-s-sorry," said Harry. "I'll clean it up! I'll clean it all up! The elevator, the bathroom... I promise!"
The man rubbed his chin, but harry noticed something else bulging out of the man's pants. Was he...?
"If you want in the building, there's one thing you gotta do...
"Anything!" cried Harry. "You name it!"
The man opened his mouth and said...
"You've gotta..."
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