The Pains of a Superstar - 1

I had recently got a job in a film studio as a spot boy. I could do away with some extra pocket money and enjoy more with Katya. One day I called Katya to the sets. We were told that superstar Kareena was to come for a shoot.

We both were mighty excited about it. She arrived on the sets sharp at 9 in the morning. I and Katya were there too. Needless to say our extreme holding habits were taking a toll on our bladders and we were already feeling the need to go to the toilet merely in 9 hours of holding. Yes we peed last at midnight. The sex was so intense that after the climax our over worked bladders could not take the 48 hour pressure any more.

Back to the sets. The photo shoot was for some magazine and she had to put on leather outfits all the time progressively getting tighter and tighter.

She also had this ritual of drinking a tall glass of water every hour. After every hour her assistant would fetch her a glass of water. And it went on for the entire day albeit her bladder was causing her troubles. we could see, as time progressed her movements became more and more rigid. Her stood with her legs close, and we could see her clenching her butt and thighs more and more frequently- thanks to those unforgivingly tight outfits. But depsite that she never excused herself to the washroom and kept on with her water chugging regime.

At around 7pm in the evening, the shoot came to an end. Kareena was in a tight leather shirt and even tighter brown leather jeans and painfully high heels. The jeans was probably a few sizes smaller than she needed. Her bladder was bulging obscenely and the waist band of her thong and her jeans mercilessly cut into her bladder. Though she remained in total control of her demeanour.

Meanwhile she was talking to the director her assistant popped again with a glass of water.

"Oh god! How many glasses are left for the day Mel?"

"3 glasses including this."

"Okay! Pour me two more glasses. Lets end the quota for today." 

I and Katya watched in awe as we watched Kareena chug 3 glasses of water. Her scrunched up expressions were priceless. She had her fists tightly clenched and she was stamping her feet as more water hit her tired bladder. With those 3 glasses the count came to 12 in total. Assuming 250ml per glass, she had downed 3 liters of water throughout the day without a single visit to the washroom. She stood there looking as if she could explode any moment. The only difference being she didn't explode. She somehow kept holding her water shut inside her bladder. Her muscles were tensed and occasional shift of her legs showed what an effort she was making to hide her predicament and of course her severe need to relieve herself.

Just when she received a call.

"What the FUCK! The flight is cancelled!" Kareena yelled. "But I must be there for the show by tomorrow evening."

She seemed to pause for a moment and reluctantly said, "Okay! I will take the road. . .  Just make sure they have clean washrooms" She hung up the call and cursed her stars.

"This is going to be one hell of a road trip" . . .