#fountainol

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

"Ha ha... oh... you're a tough guy, huh? Don't need a babysitter? We'll see about that! Yeah, you might be too old to be having a babysitter but then, the fact I'm here tells you a lot, doesn't it? Clearly your Step-Mommy doesn't think you can be left on your own, so that's why I'm here."

"Now, you can try and play nice, but frankly, I'd rather you didn't. I'd rather break you down so you'll be crying for your Mommy, long before she gets back. You wanna test me? I'll have you pissing in your pants like the little baby you are."

"Don't believe me? He he... someone just lost their bathroom privileges. Regretting that last Coke, now? Did it go right through you? You look pretty desperate, and believe me, I will stop you if you try and go in there. He he... you're looking real scared all of a sudden."

"Oh! Is me teasing you making it harder... to hold on I mean... he he... it does look like it's getting harder too though. Pee boner? Or just a little perv who secretly likes girls bossing him around? Either way, you're looking desperate for relief. Well there's an easy way to get it. All you've gotta do it let go. Do it! Show me what a little panty-pissing sissy you really are. I want to hear you beg."

"Are you ready to be a good boy? Well show me the waterworks. Ha ha... and I don't mean I want you to cry, not yet anyways. No... you're gonna feel the shame that only comes from having steaming hot piss running down your legs in front of a hot girl. Look at you trembling, you can feel it, can't you? That need to submit to me. Do it!"

*Psssssssssss*

"Oopsie... He he he... another day, another boy's bladder broken. Didn't take long, did it? Never does. And don't think we're done with this. For the next few hours, you're mine. You're gonna be pissing your pants, over, and over again until your Step-Mommy gets home. And at least once more after that, because she should get to see this too. Make sure she gets her money's worth for my time!"

[lostcontrolfreak]

Marketing Pitch

The art department felt very pleased with themselves as they reviewed their drafts for the Bud Max ad campaign. Everyone in the room – indeed, most of the agency – was female, and they couldn’t help but snicker at the thought of how much differently the images would be viewed by male consumers.

From the outset, the creative meetings had emphasized that men are more impulsive and less perceptive, and that the campaign should exploit that difference in order to convey two different brand messages. To most men, the print ads would actually look pretty generic, but the image of happy, attractive women in a party atmosphere would be more than enough to appeal to their base instincts – as beer advertisements always have.

The research department had confidently declared that only female consumers would recognize the campaign’s emphasis on the real defining features of the beverage: its powerful diuretic effect and capacity to partially paralyze the muscles involved in bladder control. That was difficult for the art department to believe. Throughout the creation process, it had felt as if they were making the message obvious. And their final check seemed to confirm that. It was right there in each image.

At a glance, one image depicted a mixed-gender group of twenty-somethings enjoying a poker game together. But if someone were to look just a tiny bit closer, they’d see that the women all looked triumphant and eager to complete the game, while the men were looking nervous and distracted, their chip stacks dwindling.

Look closer still, and you’d notice that only those men were actually drinking the signature product and that the one whose glass was most empty also happened to be looking not toward his companions or toward the viewer, but rather straight down at his lap, with a distinct redness showing in his cheeks.

And as if that didn’t make it sufficiently obvious what was happening under the table, a woman in the foreground laughed while holding what viewers could see was clearly a winning hand – a flush.

Another image in the series showed a group of women at a bar, drinking and having a good time as one would expect, while barely hidden in the background there was a man pushing his way into the restroom, leaving behind a trail of liquid that one might have assumed was spilled beer, if not for the look of shame on his face and the dark stain that was just visible, snaking around from the front of his pants.

Meanwhile, one of the female revelers was pulling another, somewhat sheepish-looking man in from the edge of the frame, gesturing toward a freshly opened bottle of Bud Max and inviting him to join the party.

And then there was the draft ad that everyone agreed was the best of the series – the one that would surely cap off their Sarah’s presentation that afternoon when she set about convincing the client that there really was marketing potential for products made with Fountainol. It showed a trio of beautiful women in bikinis, with a picturesque beach scene stretching out behind them. One woman filled the center of the frame while her friends leand out from either side of her, effectively boxing in the viewer.

All three were laughing uproariously, but there was no sign of what they were laughing about… unless one looked closely at the central woman’s sunglasses. It was subtle but unmistakable once a person knew what to look for: the reflection of a wide-eyed, wincing man standing in a puddle on the boardwalk, with urine still streaming off of his trunks.

The male subject was reflected in such a way as to make it clear that the rest of the image was seen from his perspective. In focus groups, when this hidden detail was pointed out, the male participants tended to experience an instinctual, sympathetic response, and several ended up trying in vain to cover wet spots on their crotches when they were dismissed from the room – no Fountainol required.

Some of the female participants fell into fits of laughter over that, and sessions were paused so they could collect themselves. The researchers noted that some of them took a suspiciously long time to regain their composure and then emerged from the restroom looking just a little breathless and unsteady on their feet. Although they didn’t mention it in their notes, some of the researchers took similar advantage of the delays and then returned to work with a renewed sense of commitment to the campaign, the product, and its potential to bring sadistic pleasure to so many women.

Realizing that dream, however, would ultimately depend upon Sarah’s presentation.

In the boardroom, surrounded by female executives, she laid it all out very neatly, recapping the trials that had been conducted and the silent switch to Bud Max at certain college venues where the male population could mostly be counted upon to drink whatever was placed before them. All the women involved in product development had had great fun with its rollout, but few of them could imagine it getting traction in grocery stores and bars. Then again, imagining its place in the market wasn’t part of their job description.

To the extent that men were buying Bud Max, they seemed to assume it referred to a stronger flavor profile or higher alcohol content. A glance at the label would have proven the latter assumption dead wrong, but that didn’t stop consumers from blaming their wet trousers on excessive drunkenness the morning after they enjoyed a can or a case. Of course, it rarely took more than three or four “accidents” for most consumers to make the connection between their particular choice of beverage and their greater-than-normal lack of control.

Naturally, men tended to stop buying it then, although there was a minority who actually began buying more, viewing it as a challenge to overcome the product’s unusual effects. There was an element of competition to that, and it prompted the advertisers to sketch out a separate campaign to market the beverage as adding higher stakes to college drinking games.

But the emerging campaign was much more focused on capturing the female demographic that was too often neglected in alcohol sales. But that wasn’t to say they were planning on convincing women to make it their own beverage of choice. Instead, they sought to promote it as women’s beverage of choice for men.

“Say a woman has been at the bar for a while, drinking one of your other delightful products,” Sarah instructed the clients, getting to the heart of her pitch. “And say a man sidles up and starts bothering her, as men do. Normally she might indulge him in small talk and try to convey her disinterest in a friendly manner. But why should his lack of impulse control dampen her evening… instead of his?”

The clients chuckled knowingly, and Sarah went on: “The beauty of your new product is that it provides female patrons with the perfect tool to not only deflect men’s advances but have a hell of a lot of fun doing it.”

She paused to highlight the art department’s mock-ups, and began to elaborate on how they were intended as the first phase in a multi-stage campaign that could transform how women think of the brand.

“The campaign that we’re presenting to you today is primarily designed to get women’s attention and to secure them as a captive audience. Afterwards, we’ll start putting out more narrowly focused communications, teaching women how they can quietly order a Fountainol-enriched beverage for their male companions, at participating bars. ‘Bud Max’ might set off alarm bells, but when bartenders have been trained, it will just a matter of dropping an ‘e’ from your brand name. Order a man a “Bud-whizzer” and in almost every instance either he won’t notice, or he’ll correct your pronunciation and prove that he truly deserves to be humiliated in public.”

One of the clients gestured to get Sarah’s attention. “That’s all well and good,” she said, “but what if the man in this scenario refuses the drink that’s offered for him? Regardless of whether he knows about Bud Max, what if he just prefers Coors?”

“Believe it or not, our research shows that that rarely happens,” Sarah replied. “Most men – when they’ve been getting a cold reception from a woman they’re trying to hit on – are just so thrilled by the attention that they’ll accept any drink that’s offered to them. Many of them are also intimidated by that kind of assertiveness, which they’re not used to seeing from women other than their wives and girlfriends.”

“Do we know which bars will be participating?” another client asked.

“Good question. There’s a growing number of women-owned establishments that are affiliated with the Maternal Order for Monitoring Male Indiscretion, Defiance, and Offenses to Morality. They will be only too happy to stock your product and train their staff on its effects. Some are already equipped with changing rooms, while others don’t even offer restrooms for men, so it’s not as if they aren’t accustomed to cleaning up puddles. If we get your product into their hands, MOMMIDOM will probably find ways of using it that we haven’t even dreamt of yet.”

“Oh, I’m vaguely aware of that organization,” the client said with interest. “I didn’t realize they’d developed such a presence.”

“Well that’s strange,” Sarah said. “Now I’m a little embarrassed to admit it, but they’re a client of ours, as well. I guess we need to do a better job of spreading their message to high-powered women like yourselves. And what better place to start than right here? I think that every woman in this room could be a real asset to their mission.”

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

*whistles innocently*

Doo doo doo... nothing funny happening here. Just a girl enjoying a coffee with her boyfriend...

"Mmm... that's really good, right? Better than normal even. Wonder if there's something extra in there...?"

He he he... like maybe yours is a double fountainoluccino?

Ooh! He's noticed it! He he... won't be long now. Noooo... no need to look around for a bathroom. All in your head babe. You can hold it. You don't need to pee the moment you feel the urge, do you? That'd be ridiculous. Don't even need to hold yourself. Just sit there, all calm and relaxed...

*Hsssssss*

"Um... you OK there, babe? Hey... what was that you said about my jeans earlier today...? Ruined a perfectly good pair of pants...? He he he... looks like I'm not the only one!"

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

"Aaaand another one takes the bait..."

"He he... shocking. I mean... who would've thought it'd be so easy to get guys to accept drinks from girls they don't even know...?"

"Ha ha... right...? I mean... we could've put anything in there..."

"OH! I never thought of that... like... some sort of crazy diuretic, that'll make him completely piss himself in... ohhh, I don't know... about 5 minutes... He he he he he he..."

"Yeeaahhh... I suppose we could do that... now that you mention it... he he he he he..."

"Ha ha! Alright then. Here's to hot, dumb guys in tight blue jeans!"

"Cheers!"

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

"Hmm... normally when boys have trouble keeping eye contact with me, they're looking down my top, as opposed to down at their own laps. Guessing you're not going to be in a hurry to stand up...? He he... I had a feeling you might have that problem after you complained the girl was going to mess up your order. The way she smiled at me when she handed mine over, I just knew she'd given you a little something extra in yours..."

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

Jordan was thinking it was his lucky night. Two stunning ladies had asked him to use as cover, to keep a guy who was "bothering" them at bay. As the wannabe player in question started to wet himself in the busy bar, Jordan smugly flipped him off as the girls taunted him.

When they offered to buy him a drink, he wasn't going to say no. Sadly for him, what he didn't know was that, as with the last guy, the girls had ordered him a Bud Max. Sure enough, around 5 minutes later, he found himself in the same situation of not making it to the restrooms in time.

As an obvious steam of hot piss ran down his legs, the girls feigned shock, before bursting into fits of giggles and promptly ditching him, in search for their next victim.

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

"Isn't that a shocker. You dose a few boys with fountainol, they wind up pissing themselves, and suddenly, on-set pranks aren't so funny. Sounds to me like these boys just can't take a joke..."

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

"Oops... looks like someone's just figured out I slipped a little something in his drink. He he... he's so mad but, it's really hard to take him serious when he's still got pee running down both of his legs!"

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

Alex twisted his face a little as he took a sip. something tasted off. A little bitter and salty.

Jessica watched and narrowed her brow. Alex took it as her being concerned, but she was only worried he wouldn't finish it. While it almost made her laugh out loud to think that those Starbucks' girls had peed in his drink, that wasn't the real payback she was looking for.

"Your coffee OK, Jess? This tastes a little... funny..."

"No.. seems fine to me..." she dismissed it, "you sure...?"

He took a sniff. It didn't smell like spoiled milk. He took another sip.

"Can't be that, bad..." Jess shrugged, "not like you spit it out or anything..." She was trying to convince him to keep drinking.

He shrugged. "Guess not... just... I dunno... not their best work, I'll put it that way."

Jess smiled as he continued to drink. "Sorry... I'd pick you up another but, I have some friends over. Well... Students, really, some of Hannah's college friends. just helping them prep for a test..."

As she said that, Jessica's sister, Hannah walked in, alongside Ellie. Alex smiled to say, "hi," before furrowing his brow. Something else seemed off now. He took another sip while he pondered what it was.

"Oh.. hey... Alex?" Ellie smiled back. She seemed surprised to see him. That was odd. He didn't remember her name, but he was sure he'd met her before.

"Oh, you two know each other...? Should I be jealous...?" She played it as a joke, but while she knew this wasn't the girl he was cheating on her with, he was still a little rattled.

He looked perplexed. Of course he knew her friend. Alright, he couldn't remember her name or... Shit! His eyes widened suddenly. He knew her, alright. The problem was, he didn't know her through Jessica, or because she was Hannah's friend, she was Sofia's! This was bad. His could feel his heart beat louder. He took another sip and started to sweat.

"Yeah... we've met once I'm sure," Ellie smiled, "it is Alex, isn't it...?"

"Yeah... Um... anyway... I should be going... leave you girls to your thing..." He took another sip and winced. It felt like it immediately hit his bladder. Regardless, he had to get out of there before someone said something.

"Yeah... you just dropped off Sofia? That's sweet of you."

That was Sofia's cue to join them. "Oh, hey babe! What're you doing here?" She smiled sweetly, as if it was a pleasant surprise for her.

It was a very big surprise for Alex, but not a pleasant one.

"Wait. What the fuck!" Jessica spat. "Why'd he be dropping you off...? Also... Babe...?! Honey, how do you know her...?"

Sofia played off her. "Honey...?! Uhh... yeah... same question!"

Alex was shifting uncomfortably now. Aside from the fact he was clearly busted and there was no getting away with this, he now also had a sudden and urgent need to pee.

"Uhhh... well... um... Oh... wow... I can explain..."

"Can you?!" Sofia and Jess growled together.

"Uhh... yeah... hold on... I've just gotta use the bathroom for a second..."

As he turned to the doorway, a couple more girls appeared on cue to make sure he wasn't leaving.

"It's uhh... kinda funny... actually..."

"Oh, I can only imagine. Like a real life sitcom!" Jess sneered.

"Yeah... one of those old ones!" Sofia scoffed. "Little played out, the whole, dating two girls at once thing. Little cliché, isn't it?" She folded her arms and glared at him scornfully. "Oh, and just so you know, the sneaking off to the bathroom trick doesn't work so well once both girls are together."

"Yeah... works better when it's in a restaurant, not a house!" Jess nodded.

"Um... I've really gotta go..." Alex was sweating, both with the nerves, and the strain of holding on.

"Mmm hmm... suuuure!" Sofia nodded mockingly. "And that one's totally original. Use the bathroom, loud footsteps, car starts, screeching tyres. Try again, you fucking asshole!"

"Look... I didn't... I mean... I've really gotta go..." he pleaded, sounding desperate in more ways than one.

The girls were loving watching him squirm. He was trapped and they all knew it, and they weren't letting him off the hook. The Fountainol had done it's job, and he was seconds away from utter humiliation.

"You lying piece of shit!" Jess hissed. "Can't believe you lied to me, obviously you lied to her too. Unbelievable, who was... you know what... I don't even care who was first."

Sofia piled on. "Well, clearly neither of us knew, so either way, this is all on you. You... Argh! I don't even have the words. I just wish I could show every girl in the world how disgusting you are..."

"I... I.. AHHHH!"

As he struggled to find anything to say to defend himself, the dam burst. Most of the girls gasped as they saw his pants darken, and the wet stain ran down his leg. Jessica just looked on coldly.

"Huh... at least that wasn't a lie!" she quipped.

The others were all falling about themselves laughing, all with their phones out and pointing at him.

"And at least it shows he can keep it in his pants!" Sofia smirked triumphantly. "Too bad you didn't learn that earlier!"

Jess looked at her and shrugged. "Guess that's our loss, huh? I'm sure the next girl's gonna appreciate him more for it."

Ellie smirked at Alex, her eyes darted down to see that in spite of his humiliation, perhaps even because of it, he was now hard. "Well... if you need a new profile on Tinder, I've got the perfect pic for ya!"

The girls howled with laughter.

Sadly for Alex, once they'd all got his pictures out online, finding another girl proved very difficult.

Gif Source

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

"You're not the first guy to say he only half believes my shirt. But it's 100% true. Hey... have you heard the one about the girl who slipped a diuretic in a guy's beer?"

*Psssssssss*

"Ha ha! Well... you kinda beat me to the punchline but, if you ask me, it still gets funnier every time!"

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

"Alright, people, almost ready to roll! You comfy there, Helga? You good to hold on a few while we take some stills?"

"It's as comfy as a rock can be... but, sure. Any sort of pose you want?"

"Oh, no. Nothing in particular yet. We're just taking some test shots, check we've got the right setup to make you look good."

"Do I not always...?" Helga smirked cockily. "I love the bikini by the way, very sexy. You might not be getting it back when we're done!"

"I'm sure the budget can stretch to that." Sarah, the director chuckled.

As the photographer snapped away, Helga playfully struck a few poses, and checked with the crew that she was holding it with the label in a good place for them.

"So... this a new flavour you're launching?" She looked down at the label. "Tidal burst?" she shrugged. "Sounds interesting..."

"Sorry, yours is empty. Brad... we gave him real thing..."

"Huh, doesn't seem fair..." Helga pouted. "Thought they were always empty on set though. How come he's actually drinking his?"

"Oh... he's not drinking that on cam. We just wanted to make sure he was... well hydrated." Sarah smirked a little. "There's a certain amount of... action, we need from him..."

Helga smiled. "You're the boss. And I'm sure my acting talents can stretch to pretending to drink. Still, I don't need to worry about being overly hydrated here. I'm sat on a wet rock in a bikini, not like I'd need to stop for a bathroom break! Ha ha!"

Sarah sniggered. "He won't be going for a bathroom break either."

Helga's eyes lit up for a second. "Ohhh...? Heeey... is this going to be like your last campaign?"

Sarah smiled knowingly. "The Bud Max one? You've seen it?"

Helga nodded enthusiastically. "Did I? Yeah, my agent showed me a few of the ads you did for that, they were amazing. Smart, funny, sexy. I've showed a bunch of my friends and... weeee... might, have bought a few rounds for some boys we met...."

She smirked mischievously, "it, uhh... worked as advertised!" she giggled, remembering the look on the guys faces as they suddenly, one after the other began spontaneously wetting themselves, in front of Helga and her friends. "Is this gonna be like that?" she asked eagerly.

"Not far off..." Sarah confirmed. "It's an energy drink, so we're going more for the gym bro demographic..."

Helga could imagine any number of guys at her gym that she'd love to see taken down a peg or two. Hard to mansplain how to properly use a machine, when there's a puddle forming under you that's not sweat!

Sarah's goal was to play up to the desires of the self-Identified "Alpha males." Guys who viewed women as a prize, something to be claimed. Guys who picture themselves as the bull in a porno, fucking the hotwife of some loser cuck.

That base instinct was what drove them, and it often drove them to do dumb things. Fortunately, that was what she wanted them to do as well.

The commercial opened with Helga taking a long sip from her can. Stood on a rocky outcrop on the shore, Brad stared out at her, a confident smile on his face.

Helga sees him staring, and looks away shyly for a second, before looking back and smiling, bashfully.

Brad mimes a kiss in her direction. She looks away again, appearing to blush, before looking back and timidly waving.

Still looking self assured, Brad takes a drink himself. A can of Red Bull. "Some men think what they drink, makes them the bull..." a deep male voice-over came in. The camera zooms in on the label

Cut to a close up of Helga's face as she sees what he's drinking.

"But the ladies can see... that's just a load of Bull..."

Having seen it, she smirks at Brad, before taking a big drink herself.

"So you'd better have real confidence... Because girls like this, want to see you... make a splash!"

As Helga looked back, a wave struck the rock, splashing over her dramatically.

The Camera zoomed in on her can, then back to Brad's face, now suddenly not so confident. As it cut back to Helga's face, there was now a very cocky smirk on her face, as she looked back at Brad.

The next shot showed Brad fully from head to toe. The confidence was gone, and suddenly, a wet spot was starting to burst forth from his crotch, rapidly spreading down his legs.

Helga giggled, before facetiously blowing a kiss back to him.

"And if you can't make a big splash... you're all washed up!" the voice over concluded. As it did so, a huge wave struck the shore by Brad, completely drenching him, and knocking him into the water.

Helga laughs, waving him goodbye as the ad concluded.

"Bang. Tidal Burst. Bursting with confidence."

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

"Hey there. Care to join a couple of lonely gals in a friendly game?"

"Nice to see a fresh face in here. Don't get many passin' through."

"And they boys round here, don't wanna play with us. Sore losers I reckon."

"They sure are. Tell me, have you ever played, Hold It?"

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

"I wouldn't worry about making it to the bathroom, sweetie, because there isn't one. There's a ladies room, and there's a changing room for the guys. your bathroom is around your waist, and believe me, I'll be getting the waitresses to check, every time one of them goes past."

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

"What's up, fam? Thanks to everyone joining me on the live-stream. I know a lot of you're dying to see Lance take the Berry Burst Challenge... he he he... I know I am!"

"OK... Shh...He's just coming back from the bathroom now. When he takes the first sip, we're gonna start a timer. post your best guesses in the stream, how long do you think it's gonna be before he pees his pants?"

"He's just been, so it should take a few minutes, but I know he's never gonna stop within an hour, and I'm betting he'll piss himself waaaay before then! He he... here we go..."

"Oh... hey, babe! Just giving my followers an update on our road trip, say "hi" to everyone... Uhh... you wanna drink, this was on offer so, I grabbed a couple..."

😉

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

"Umm... the Coke Studio? He he... trust me guys, you do not want to go there. I've seen a lot of boys leave there today, and they were not looking too happy."

"Perhaps you'd like to try the new Sprite Prime instead? We're collaborating with W.A.R.M. on our new campaign. It's a challenge called, Find Your Bathroom."

"How does it work. He he... pretty easy. The Ladies of W.A.R.M. have setup a little maze. In the middle is the only men's bathroom at this festival. You drink a can, and if you can make it there with your pants still dry, you can win ten grand."

"Just so you know though, there are girls on patrol in there. Don't think you'll be able to just pee on the hedge and get away with it. You'll only be cheating yourself. Can I sign you up...?"

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

Lauren was eager to bring her new boyfriend, Paul, to the Coke Studio. She was especially excited to get him to try the new Coke Prime.

There was a pretty big line. A lot of couples, and groups of girls. Mixed in with the groups of girls, were occasionally some excited, yet slightly sheepish looking boys. The girls were all looking very giddy, and Lauren had a feeling she knew why.

As they joined behind one of of the girls only groups, they all turned, and looked Paul up and down, before looking to Lauren, knowingly, and turning back, whispering and giggling to each other.

Paul looked a little uncomfortable. "Um... that was weird..." he whispered to Lauren. He figured it best to say something, rather than look like he thought they were being flirtatious.

As they got close to the front of the line, they heard the group burst out into giggles again. A moment later, they saw a man, fighting his way out of the door, with cute looking girl hanging off his arm. His face was bright red and his head was down.

She was pouting a little, as if she didn't want to leave, but then giggled and waved as one of the group ahead whistled at what appeared to be her boyfriend. As he cleared the line, Lauren and Paul could both see that they man's jeans were soaked, and it was very obvious that this was not from any kind of spillage. He'd pissed himself.

As he made it around the corner and out of sight, a couple of the girls in front tuned back to Paul again, with a wicked glint in their eyes. "Nice jeans..." one of them commented, before the pair of them started giggling again.

Paul blushed a little. It didn't feel like a compliment, and there was something about the group that was making him uneasy. He did his best to put it out of his mind as they entered.

They took their drinks upstairs, where the stage was set up and a band was already playing. As they looked around for somewhere to sit, Lauren saw one of the girls from the group who'd been in front of them in the line was waving at them.

"Hey! I think there's a spare place over there," she pointed over towards her. Paul cocked an eyebrow at her. "Oh, what?" she groaned. "You never want to meet new people. I bet they're nice. I mean, they're inviting us over, right? Come ooon, we're all here to have fun, and I'm not standing all day."

There was only one seat at the table, which Lauren insisted he took, as she sat on a box just to the side. The girls were all immediately focused on Paul. As he looked over at Lauren, she didn't seem even a little bothered that he was getting so much female attention. She also seemed oblivious to how uncomfortable he was.

"Um... Babe, you sure you don't wanna sit here? I can take the box..." he offered.

"Oh, no, it's fine," she again insisted. "I don't think this thing'll actually take your weight. You sit there."

"Um... yeah well... you can have it for a minute anyway... I'm just gonna... go to the bathroom."

The girls all began giggling.

"Um... what did I say...?" he looked at them confused.

"He doesn't know," one of them chuckled.

"No no... good luck with that!" Another sniggered.

"Good luck... going to the bathroom...?" he muttered, clearly none the wiser.

"Finding one to go to!" The first one grinned. "Someone screwed up on the plans here and, there's only a women's bathroom." She smirked, knowingly. "Yeah... you saw that guy leaving just before we got in? The one in the wet pants? Heh heh... apparently wasn't the first..."

"Might not be the last either!" The second chimed in. "How bad do you need to go?" She flashed a predatory grin that was mirrored by the group. Like a pack of hyenas around a wounded gazelle.

"Um... I'm sure I can hold it..." he said, strangely un-confidently.

"We'll see..." another purred.

He blushed a little, and the group continued to tease him, insinuating it was only a matter of time before he would wet himself. As they continued their assault, his desperation skyrocketed. He tried to put it to the back of his mind, knowing he'd hardly drank anything, but it felt like he was ready to burst all of a sudden.

Almost without warning, burst is exactly what he did. If not for the band, they'd have heard it too, but the look on his face when it happened was unmistakable. Even if not, one of the girls was staring directly at his crotch, and excitedly clapped as the wetness surged into view.

The rest of them joined in her cheers. No one else in the room could see what was happening under the table, but girls on several of the nearby tables looked over with knowing smiles on their faces.

As Paul looked over pleadingly, Lauren was laughing along with them.

"Here's to making new friends!" she toasted.