But, what I did know is that billionaire Justin Waters hid inside my office and watched in silence as I squatted down like a dirty animal and peed myself. He could have spoken up. He could have said something, but he didn’t. Instead, he just watched me humiliate myself. Probably while wearing a huge smirk on his face. I’ll never forgive him for that betrayal of trust.
My head spun, and for a moment, I felt as if I might faint. But, I didn’t lose consciousness. Instead, I lost all self-control — I went insane.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhhh!” I involuntarily jumped up and down, and my arms flailed at my sides as I screamed.
My bare tits lifted up then fell heavy against my chest wall with each leap. Ouch! Each landing pulled hard on my tender tissues and made my neck, shoulders and back ache. Yet, I was powerless to stop my shouting and leaping into the air.
My heart thrummed with increasing speed against my rib cage as my yelps became more desperate. My fingertips stung numb. My breasts flew upward then fell down over and over and over again in a painful, endless loop of humiliation and terror.
My back was still facing him — so thankfully he couldn’t witness the relentless banging of my naked breasts against my chest wall or the twisted pained expression gripping my face.
“I apologize for invading your privacy. Please stop screaming,” my billionaire peeping Tom and master manipulator implored.
Lies! Save your empty apology! I wanted to shout out in fury but couldn’t. Mr. Waters’ pleadings for calm were useless. My body was on autopilot, and I couldn’t stop myself from yelling incoherent animalistic sounds or shaking or bouncing up and down – even if I wanted to.
Bang!
My shoulders shot forward and I cringed as I listened to the loud crash of the office door slamming open.
“What the hell is going on in here?”
My best friend Ginger’s voice rang out loudly in the tiny room.
“Out now!” She commanded.
“Tell her I’m sorry,” the billionaire stammered. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know she would be in here…um…doing what she was doing. I just needed to receive a fax. I swear it.”
“Close the door behind you. Now!” Ginger spoke her words with fury.
“Yes ma’am,” He replied, and I listened to the soft click of the door closing behind him as he left the office.
Ginger strode up behind me and covered my bare body with my soft flannel robe. The warmth of the robe and her kindness soothed my frayed nerves, and I was finally able to stop jumping, shaking and screaming. My abused muscles were relieved to be free of the painful tetany of my convulsions.
“Tell me what happened,” she cooed in her soft motherly tone as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and walked me over to my desk where we both sat down. “Why are you half naked? Did you do something sexy with your houseguest? I know that’s not like you, but—”
“I humiliated myself,” I blurted out. “Or—or — or, maybe Justin Watersports Waters humiliated me. I don’t know,” I answered truthfully.
“That’s awful. How did he humiliate you?” Ginger asked, her voice as smooth and as comforting as a soft pillow.
The terror of my ordeal raced from my lips.
“I woke up and had to pee badly. As usual, Bruno wouldn’t let me use the toilet, so I ran downstairs. But the lobby bathroom was locked. So, I had to come in here and use the kitty litter box. Only I didn’t realize that the billionaire was standing behind my desk watching me as I peed in the dirty box. I’m humiliated. I bet he’s going to tell all his friends about what he saw today. I’ll never be able to show my face in polite society again. I’ll have to close my B&B down—”
“Emergency! Emergency!” Ginger’s phone sung a panicked tune, interrupting my retelling of my humiliation. But, like a good friend she ignored its desperate cries and kept all her attention on me.
She blinked twice and scrunched up her nose. “Let me see if I’ve got this right. Justin Waters saw you urinate in that kitty litter box right down there.” She pointed at the box which still contained my rather large deposit of urine that had solidified into a massive clump of clay.
“Yes, that’s right.” I blinked back tears.
“Emergency! Emergency!” Her phone shouted again and this time she silenced it with a swift swipe of her thumb before sliding it back inside her bra.
“You’re right. That is humiliating. I’m so sorry this happened to you.” She said in solidarity. “But, how is any of this Mr. Waters’ fault?”
The blinking stopped working, and tears toppled down my cheeks.
“I—I—I think he set me up. I think he wanted to see me wet myself. I bet he did something to the downstairs bathroom, locked it somehow so I couldn’t get in.”
Ginger cleared her throat. “Sorry to dash your conspiracy theory, but I—”
Interrupting her mid-sentence, her phone started vibrating powerfully against her breast. So powerfully in fact, that the thin chiffon fabric of her blouse bounced up repeatedly making it look like her heart was about to exit her chest.
“I’m so sorry bestie, but I must take a look at this.”
“It’s okay. Check your message. I can wait.”
Her brow furrowed as she swiped her thumb across her phone’s screen with repeated staccato bursts. Her nostrils flared and her breathing began taking on a distinct snorting sound. She let out a pained growl and I knew our conversation was over.
Like me, Ginger was a small business owner. But, unlike me, who had no employees, only independent contractors who were like minded professionals with whom I worked easily. She had a stable of about forty employees. As inevitably occurs when one has people working for them, Ginger found herself embroiled in employee drama on an almost daily basis.
“They’re going to ruin me,” she mumbled, her eyes still glued to her phone’s screen.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, putting my own drama aside to be a supportive friend.
“No, no. Can’t. Best client unhappy. Ruined. Must go fix mess.” She spoke in rapid sentences still not looking up from her phone.
“You. Be. Okay?” I believe Ginger’s question was directed at me, but I couldn’t be entirely sure. Her features were twisted into a painful to look at expression as her fingers crashed repeatedly down on her tiny phone screen.
“I’ll be just fine. I know what I have to do,” I answered in the off chance she had been talking to me. “Go. Take care of your urgent business.”
“Thank you. So sorry,” she mumbled as she stood up and strode toward the office door still firing off texts at a rapid pace.
I know exactly what I have to do. I thought as I hugged my soft flannel robe to my chest and ushered Ginger first out the door to my office and then out the front door of my bed and breakfast.
I refuse to allow that privileged elitist Justin Watersports Waters to get away with humiliating me. I intend to make him pay. He embarrassed me with urine. So I’ll do the same to him and humiliate the rich bastard with urine in return. But I’ll up the stakes.
I’ll record his degradation on video. That way the fake ‘nice guy’ billionaire will never be able to torture me with the memory of his mastery over my emotions or his elitist control of my bodily functions. No – I’ll have the upper hand. I’ll be the one who humiliates him and I’ll be the one who has a video to prove that I did it.
I raced into the kitchen, grabbed a glass and poured myself a tall drink of water. I needed to gulp down plenty of fluid if I was to make my plan successful.
Chapter 5
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” I shouted into the phone not realizing Blake was back on the line.
“What’s wrong?” my best friend questioned.
“How do you know something’s wrong?” I responded with a question of my own.
“Because you’re cussing like a sailor, that’s how. You only swear when you’re nervous.” He answered with the distinctive smirk in his tone that always revealed itself when
he was angry about something. “What’s got you worried? Is it the contents of the fax?”
“No. That fax is the one thing helping me keep it together. I reviewed the information it contained and put in the order. Both of our net-worths should increase by at least two million dollars before sundown.”
“Good job, man. Sorry, I had to wake you up so early this morning, but this was a deal I knew you wouldn’t want to pass up.” Blake’s deep baritone voice boomed with pride and deep satisfaction before revealing a worried pause.
“Shit,” I muttered under my breath.
Blake growled to clear his throat. “I won’t let you do this Justin. Something’s got you spooked. I’m coming over to that B&B to collect you. We’re leaving together to go off-roading at one of the local spots. First, we’ll solve whatever problem you’re having. Then we’ll get back to the work of making our next two million dollars.”
“No. Don’t.” I pleaded unconvincingly into the phone before my stubborn best friend hung up. When he got an idea into his head there was no stopping him. So, I knew that no refusal from me would work. The man would be here in less than an hour to hash this out with me. He’d give me no choice but to spill my guts and tell him everything that happened. Then he’d take me to task over my misstep and insist I make things right with Ms. Cain.
Fuck this. I’m not going to wait around here for Blake to come berate me. I’m going to march downstairs and insist that Ms. Cain hear my apology. Then I’m going to book myself a room at one of the other, less impressive, local B&Bs.
While I fully intend to apologize, I doubt Ms. Cain will accept my apology. Why should she? What I did to her – peeping in on her private moment – was reprehensible. I fear that I’ve irreparably damaged my reputation in her eyes. In fact, she’s probably preparing the paperwork to have me kicked out of her B&B right now.
I bolted upright, still looking dapper in my Italian wool silk-lined suit. I inhaled deeply, prepared to stride downstairs and receive my comeuppance when my gigantic bat of a cock slapped against my inner thigh.
Damn you. Why are you still hard? I tipped my head forward and shouted my frustrations at my third leg.
Get control of your lust Justin. You’re still thinking like an oversexed playboy. Don’t think about Chassidy Cain’s luscious body. Ignore the fact that the woman has a plump ass made for squeezing. Forget that she has ripe, round tits screaming to be sucking on. Don’t think about the sopping wet folds of her pussy that are begging to be lapped at with the flat of your tongue.
You’re better than these thoughts. You're certainly no mental giant or expert in self-control, but even you have more control over your libido than this.
I wanted to resist my need for her, but I gave into my desire by reaching down, pulling my cock out of my slacks and giving my cockhead a firm squeeze. I was all alone in my luxurious two bedroom suite. But, I didn’t want to be loveless and alone.
I wanted Chassidy Cain to be here with me. I wanted her hand to be the one gripping my cock instead of my own. I wanted to feel her wet kisses raining down on my cheeks. I wanted her to love and admire me as much as I loved and admired her. But, I’d gone and ruined things between us before they’d even gotten started.
I plopped my ass back down onto my suite’s oversized black leather chair and stroked the length of my shaft as I considered the folly that I called my love life.
My playboy days were long behind me. Now that I’m thirty-two years old, it’s been a full two years since I’d promised myself that I’d behave like a responsible man. I’d stopped taking stupid brash chances all for the sake of my satiating my carnal urges. I’d even semi-stopped embarrassing myself in the tabloids.
So far, I’ve done a winning job of accomplishing my new life goals. I haven’t done anything (until now) deserving of my front page tabloid covers.
I’ve been following in the footsteps of my dear ol’ multi-millionaire dad. I’ve even surpassed his legendary business prowess. Now that I’m a billionaire, I’m the most successful businessman in the family.
But, I’m not the most successful man. Dad still holds that title. He’s got me beat there. He’s been married to my mother for over forty years. Forty years, that’s a lifetime’s worth of love, commitment – and according to mom, passion in the bedroom.
I wish I didn’t know about mom and dad's sexy times together. I wish mom hadn’t cornered me on my thirtieth birthday and told me about how she and dad still get their freak on. Me mentally picturing the explicit content of her confessions killed my thirtieth birthday high.
But her honesty set me on the path to seriously considering settling down with the right woman. She convinced me that I didn't need to bed a different seductress each week. I could marry one sexually adventurous woman who shares my passion for all things wet – a woman with prowess in the bedroom as well as the business world.
I have excellent business instincts. Plus, I’m a persistent man. My hard work and persistence fuels my success in life.
Also, I’m not deluded like many of my elitist billionaire associates. I fully acknowledge that I'm not especially intelligent – or well educated. I get by mostly on charm and hard work. So, I know I would do best if I married a woman who possesses the strengths I lack. My future wife should be both intelligent and bookish. My new obsession, Ms. Chassidy Cain would fit the bill splendidly.
The woman owns a master's degree, and she's known for her business savvy. She’s the most successful B&B owner in this entire county. I know this because I had to pay $80,000 a whole year in advance to make certain I was her only houseguest this month. That’s twice the cost I was quoted by any of the other local B&B owners. Ms. Cain delivers a superior luxury product, and she knows how to turn a profit for her business.
Plus, she's beautiful. No. She's absofreakinlutely gorgeous. My body wanted to claim her as mine, the first moment I met her. But, my mind dismissed her as a potential wife because she seemed kind of prissy. I thought she was too good and pure to want to be with a man with dirty sexual tastes like mine.
I'm not great with words, so prissy might not be the best term to describe her. Perfectionist. Yes, perfectionist is better. She seems like the type of woman who likes to keep everything neat, tidy and perfectly in its place.
I’m a well-dressed slob. Even though I keep myself well-groomed, I like to get wet and dirty. So, I didn't think Ms. Cain would like me very much. But, now I know I've misjudged her potential as a wife.
She gets off on pissing in a litter box after all. That’s not cold or prissy. That’s hot and sensual. Plus it’s dirty. Extra dirty. It's perhaps the dirtiest, hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed a woman do in my entire life.
I’ve always been sexually aroused watching women urinate — and touching women while they release the contents of their bladders. I don’t know why. It's just such a sensual experience. In fact, it's one of the most sensual experiences I’ve ever participated in.
There’s something so sexy about a woman who’s unashamed of her body’s natural functions. I can’t get enough of a lady who’s willing to use her body for what it's made for.
I also adore the urine. It's so hot and silky when it comes out. Touching it is like caressing pure comfort. Bathing in the flow of a woman’s urinary release is like luxuriating in a soothing hot river of liquid tranquility. It’s a hot stream of love made especially for me.
Bang! Scrape!
I ripped my hand away from my cock and my head snapped sideways, instinctively moving to face the sound scratching at the door.
“Mr. Waters, may I come inside your room?” An especially perturbed sounding Ms. Chassidy Cain questioned.
“Yes—yes, of course,” I stuttered, while forcing my still erect cock back inside my pants. I jumped up and ran to open the door and invite her inside.
Ms. Cain was standing outside my door wearing only her bathrobe. Her feet were bare and I could see the pink and white polka dot pattern of her painted toenails. I swallo
wed my saliva down the wrong pipe. Coughing, I bent my head down and cleared my throat repeatedly. Then I forced myself to stammer my invitation.
“Please, please come inside ma’am.”
Chapter 6
Smile. For this to work you have to smile Chassidy. Smile and pretend.
Pretend you’re not furious with the handsome billionaire standing in front of you. Pretend you don’t want to embarrass the hell out of him for making you first soil your panties and then release your urine into a cat’s litter box. Pretend you’re not here to make him pay for the crime of convincing you he was a nice guy then betraying your trust in him when he peeped in at you inside the usually safe haven of your private office.
My eyes scanned the length of his body. I peered at the man, from the top of his well coiffured thick black head of hair down the line of his well-muscled body until I reached the shiny pointed tips of his brown oxfords.
I angled my head to the side then lifted it slightly.
The man’s cock was tented up in his pants – its girth and length pleasing to my eyes. I felt the feminine folds above my thighs slicken. I might actually enjoy what I’m about to do to him—all of the deliciously humiliating ways I’m going to use this virile man’s body.
“I feel foolish,” I lied. I widened my eyes in an attempt to appear sincere. Then I dug my fingernails into the sensitive flesh of my inner arm forcing a torrent of salty water to flow down my face. I rapidly opened and closed my eyelashes, pretending to blink back my tears.
“I’m ashamed of the way I embarrassed myself in front of you, sir. My screaming, jumping, outlandish behavior was completely unprofessional.”
“Don’t feel too badly," Mr. Waters held out his open palm for me to grasp. "Everyone does something humiliating from time to time. It’s a natural part of life."
I reluctantly gave him my hand to hold. My throat released a low groan as I watched a sly smile spread across the entitled bastard’s face. I was certain that at any moment he was going to proposition me for sex.
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