I have one from a couple weeks ago, I work dispatching for casino security, so I'm stuck in an office and have to be relived whenever I have to take a break.
On Mondays we have a skeleton crew and if anything happens I'm basically fucked. So I had taken my first break about 2hrs in and they had taco day so I had them whip me up a pair with ground beef. (later I was told it was sitting in its juices so it was pretty much just shit lube).
All was good tacos were tasty and I head back to the my hole. Right around lunch time I get the urge but I'm only 5min out from my break no biggie right?
Nope, within those 5min I had a stolen purse, a guest medical where I had to call EMS, and a bunch of casino procedure stuff involving moving lots of money.
I was fucked my relief was hung up and I was in it for the long haul
First came the farts, they were like contractions they started to get closer together and within 15min I was in a small room gagging on my own ass musk.
Then the bells start to toll my underwear were in imminent danger as I was starting to get the stabbing pains and wet fact bubbles.
All while having to hold my verbal composure and concentrate on my dispatching.
Then just before I was content with the thought of sitting my pants and the 10sec of ecstasy it would bring. The door clicked open and my corporal told me to go to lunch.
I told him to get the fuck out of the way and ditched my usual quiet bathroom spot since it was too far. I opted instead on the bathroom our GM and directors use, for VIP clients. Swanky stuff.
I barely made it in time, I was sitting above Montezumas hidden treasure that just slipped out of my ass thanks to the oil and lard soaked beef. Oil ring on the bowl and all.
The next day I come back and during our briefing we are told the executive bathrooms are locked and that we cannot use any of the bathrooms clients or guests use anymore.
I was impressed with myself
On Mondays we have a skeleton crew and if anything happens I'm basically fucked. So I had taken my first break about 2hrs in and they had taco day so I had them whip me up a pair with ground beef. (later I was told it was sitting in its juices so it was pretty much just shit lube).
All was good tacos were tasty and I head back to the my hole. Right around lunch time I get the urge but I'm only 5min out from my break no biggie right?
Nope, within those 5min I had a stolen purse, a guest medical where I had to call EMS, and a bunch of casino procedure stuff involving moving lots of money.
I was fucked my relief was hung up and I was in it for the long haul
First came the farts, they were like contractions they started to get closer together and within 15min I was in a small room gagging on my own ass musk.
Then the bells start to toll my underwear were in imminent danger as I was starting to get the stabbing pains and wet fact bubbles.
All while having to hold my verbal composure and concentrate on my dispatching.
Then just before I was content with the thought of sitting my pants and the 10sec of ecstasy it would bring. The door clicked open and my corporal told me to go to lunch.
I told him to get the fuck out of the way and ditched my usual quiet bathroom spot since it was too far. I opted instead on the bathroom our GM and directors use, for VIP clients. Swanky stuff.
I barely made it in time, I was sitting above Montezumas hidden treasure that just slipped out of my ass thanks to the oil and lard soaked beef. Oil ring on the bowl and all.
The next day I come back and during our briefing we are told the executive bathrooms are locked and that we cannot use any of the bathrooms clients or guests use anymore.
I was impressed with myself
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