Ms. Despy vs Ms. Burstina in The Audit Part - 1

Despy was known for her iron bladder. She was one of those teacher who would never pee at school no matter what. Even if she would be waiting after the school doing some extra work she would force herself to control herself and keep her demeanour. All the girls were stunned by her capacity.

But on this fateful day, Despy didn't feel like using the toilet in the morning. She strangely felt no urge in the morning unlike other days when would always leak into her tight undies before she would reach the bowl. In fact she had not let herself use the bathroom since the previous morning 6. 

She wiggled into her constrictive leather pencil skirt designed especially to compress the wearer's stomach and more essentially suppress the bladder bulge. After a long struggle she was able to squeeze herself into that. And that's when she realized how full she actually was. However it was too late then to take it off just for a pee. She had always liked to hold it in and live on the edge. That day was no different except for a few pints of water already sloshing in, to start with.

By 8 she reached school and soon she was standing in the class delivering a lecture. Unfortunately for her, neither her skirt was school friendly, comfortable, skin friendly or bladder friendly. It dug so tightly on her bladder that she was finding it difficult to concentrate. And not to forget her tiny undersized thongs. When the class somehow got over she immediately grabbed the chair and hopped onto the chair, with a hope to regain her composure but alas! Her skirt, digging into her bladder, would not even let her cross her legs. Frantic was an understatement then. 

She was finding ways to reach her lady muscles just when the students of the next class arrived.She was back on her feet immediately and welcomed the students with a strained smile. Every minute seemed like decades to her and even something as simple as writing on the board felt like an herculean task.

Her toes were curled tightly, her ankles ached in those high heels. She was writhing and every fibre in her body was screaming to release the litres of pee she held. Her legs were trying to form a preztel and her hands wanted to grab and squeeze her thing. She didn't even realize how much she had bent forward, and how her hands clutched the hem of her skirt. Her body reacted automatically to the tremendous pressure she had built within her bladder.

All the girls in the class giggled at her sight. But Despy didn't give up and she continued to teach despite with an uncomfortable stance and severely strained voice. Her body was sweating and shaking with the efforts she had to put in to prevent a disaster. She endured two more classes like those and by noon she had leaked a few drops in her undies.

The disaster was imminent she knew. As the final bell rang she inched towards the ladies room reluctantly just when the principal came out from the same. She tried to regain her composure and smile politely at her. But there was something more in store for her.

"Thank GOD! Despy . . . I was about to call you. . . Come with me." The principal held her hand and dragged her away from the restroom.

"Ma'am, if you don't mind may I please use the washroom first?" Despy pleaded.

"No! Not now. There's something more important than that."

"Its an emergency Ma'am. Please, it will hardly take a few minutes."

"Stop behaving like one of those school girls. Sit down and behave like a teacher. "

Despy was scared at that and she reluctantly sat down. She badly wanted to cross her legs but thanks to the tiny opening of the skirt. She could not do that at all. Only her muscles had to fight the imminent pressure that built up over the day.

"We have got an audit today and we have Ms. Burstina with us from the National Society of Education. You will be with her and assist her in whatever task she assigns you." The principal said and left the room in a huff. Despy realized she was in a pickle. Ms. Burstina was an ill-famous auditor and known to keep auditees on their heels. She was trying to think of a way to escape.

In a short while Ms. Burstina came into the room. She was in her late twenties,stood 5'9" tall, basket ball sized boobs, a stick thin waist and a figure to die for. She was an equivalent of Despy in terms of figure and sexiness.

She wore a skin-tight leather dress and 7 inch stilettos. She took baby steps and after a long struggle she reached and occupied her seat. To Despy she looked very intimidating and also some one who needed to go to the bathroom as badly as her.

They were now alone in the room and she heard the door being shut. It was a school protocol menaing which you can't leave the room till you work is finished. Both of the girls were aware about that. the question was - Would Despy be able to tackle Burstina? Did Busrtina need to pee too? How long was the ordeal going to last? Would she be able to hold it in and act normally?

TO BE CONTINUED. . .