Dark Smiles

Emily started to rhythmically tense and release her crossed thighs and the hand in her crotch. She seemed to be rocking back and forth, but she was already moving around so much from Debbie and Crystal's tickling that it was hard to tell. Kevin felt his penis harden further from Wanda's hand and the scene in front of him.

Debbie started hissing at Emily, and Crystal quickly joined in. Emily started continuously uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, bending forward each time they were crossed, her hand still frantically squeezing and releasing her vulva as she tried as hard as she could to keep from peeing where she sat. She was quiet for a time, but then suddenly her panic seemed to peak, and, speaking very quickly, she begged Debbie, "Come on, you need to take the lock off now, I'm about to start peeing, come on, come on, hurry up, I can't hold it anymore, I'm about to — oh no, I'm starting to pee, come on, hurry up and get the lock off!" Debbie and Crystal stopped hissing and took their hands out from inside Emily's outfit. Debbie re-fastened the VELCRO®.

"You're peeing?" Debbie asked playfully, still smiling.

Still panicking, and still speaking very quickly, Emily answered, "Yes, I'm peeing in my pants, I can't stop it, please, please, please take the lock off, come on, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!"

Debbie just sat there smiling at Emily. Through the transparent tabletop, Kevin saw a wet patch on Emily's outfit start to spread past the hand she still had in her crotch. Her crossed thighs were still rapidly tensing and releasing, but it didn't stop the wet patch from spreading further. She took her hand out of her crotch, wiped it on the dry outside of one of her thighs, and then buried her face in both hands while she continued to helplessly pee down the legs of her white cotton outfit.

No one said anything as the legs of Emily's outfit got wetter and wetter, or as the pee dripped from her ankle cuffs and the edges of her chair. Eventually Emily relaxed and uncrossed her thighs, presumably since they no longer seemed to be helping, though she kept her face in her hands. When the pee finally stopped flowing, Wanda gave Kevin's very hard penis a playful squeeze through his outfit and then removed her hand. The two couples across the table removed their own hands from their partners' pants. Then everyone at the table except Kevin and Emily applauded. Emily cautiously peeked up over her hands.

When she was done clapping, Debbie, sounding impressed, said to Emily, "Wow, that was beautiful." Debbie kissed Emily on a part of her cheek that wasn't covered by her hands, then continued gently, "Don't be sad. You were perfect. The bathroom next to the hallway where you came in has showers and fresh towels so you can get cleaned up. Hold still." Debbie dialed the combination on Emily's lock, then took the lock off and put it in her purse. "You can change back into your street clothes now that you've given your show. A staff member will clean the floor and replace your chair while you're gone. But hurry back. There's another show starting soon, and I think you'll enjoy that one."

Emily slowly lifted her face out of her hands. She appeared nervous, but not upset. She looked at Debbie, whose smile had turned sympathetic. After a few moments, Emily asked Debbie faintly, "Could you walk me to the bathroom?"

"Sure," Debbie said. The two of them stood up, and for the first time Kevin saw how sheer the wet parts of Emily's outfit were. It seemed that she had also followed the advice of the man at the front not to wear anything under the outfit. Kevin had a brief but clear glimpse of Emily's labia through the wet, clingy, translucent material at the front, and as she and Debbie started walking away toward the bathroom, Kevin could that the back of the outfit was completely soaked, see-through, and plastered to Emily from the waist down, making her entire bum (as well as the backs of her legs) completely visible to anyone on that side of her, including Kevin.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Wanda murmured into Kevin's ear. Kevin continued to stare at Emily as she and Debbie exchanged a few inaudible words with the female staff member at the near end of the locker/changing-room hallway before Emily went into the bathroom and the door closed behind her. Wanda was right; it was one of the most amazing things Kevin had ever seen.

Debbie came back to the table, and a few moments later a staff member arrived with a mop, bucket, and rag. The staff member wiped the top of Emily's chair with the rag, then moved the chair out of the way and mopped up the puddle of Emily's pee from the floor. The staff member then took the chair away.

"Wow, that was so much fun!" Debbie said excitedly. "The panic on her face as she started to pee helplessly while frantically begging me to take the lock off was absolutely delicious!"

"Yes, I loved it!" Crystal agreed. "But remember, I get to use my lock next time."

"Yes, of course," Debbie said.

"I hope Emily's okay," one of the women across the table said.

"So do I," said Debbie. "I'll check in with her when she gets back. If she comes back."

A staff member came to the table to bring a clean chair to Emily's place. Kevin couldn't tell whether or not it was the same staff member, nor could he tell whether or not it was the same chair. As he watched the staff member leave, Kevin saw the bathroom door open and Emily emerge wearing a white towel. She looked at the table briefly, smiled weakly at Kevin, and then disappeared into the hallway with the lockers.

"I'd say that was well worth the fifty-dollar cover, wouldn't you?" Wanda asked Kevin.

"Absolutely," Kevin answered.

"We don't get targets every week," Wanda explained, "and when we do there's often stiff competition for them. But when we are able to catch one it makes up for all the other times. The seven of us have banded together to increase our chances of getting victims to share, but I think this is the first time we've managed to get two in one night."

"Two?" Kevin asked. "So I am, in fact, a victim?" It had been his assumption coming in, but having seen Emily freak out while he, Kevin, had been able to calmly enjoy the show, he had started to think that perhaps he had somehow escaped disaster. Wanda's count, however, suggested otherwise.

"Yes," Wanda answered, confirming Kevin's fears. "I'll explain why when Emily finishes changing."

Soon Kevin saw Emily return to the table wearing a long black dress that was thin enough to show the general shape of her body but opaque enough to conceal the color of the skin under it. She was smiling uncertainly.

"They cleaned the floor and brought a new chair," Debbie said, rubbing her hand on the seat of the chair and then holding the hand up for Emily to see how clean it was. "You can sit here again." Emily cautiously pulled out the chair, sat down, and scooted back in. "Are you okay?" Debbie asked gently.

"I'm okay," Emily said calmly. "But don't make me pee in my dress. I have to wear it home."

"We won't," Debbie said.

"So, Kevin," Wanda said, loudly enough for the whole table to hear, "are you ready to give us a performance like the one we just saw?"

Kevin chuckled. "I doubt I'll be in that situation anytime soon," he said. "I used the bathroom before leaving the house, and I've only had that one glass of pineapple juice since then."

"Ah," Wanda said, her eyes sparkling as she smiled playfully, "but, you see, that one glass of pineapple juice had a very special ingredient that will make the whole thing hit you really hard in about —" she looked at her watch — "three seconds."

"Oh, is that why I had to pee so bad out of nowhere!" Emily said in sudden realization as Kevin stared, stunned, at Wanda's triumphant face. Sure enough, as soon as Emily finished expressing her understanding, Kevin felt a sudden, powerful need to pee. He tried to look casual as he felt at the back of his neck to see if he could get the lock off on his own, or open the outfit with the lock in place, or squeeze his shoulders through the neck hole. None of these endeavors, with the possible exception of looking casual, were any more successful than they had been for Emily. Kevin brought his hands back in front of him.

Now that Kevin knew what they were after, he decided it would be best to try to hide his need. It wasn't that he was reluctant to be their toy, but he felt an instinctive desire to avoid embarrassment, and he also didn't want to seem like he was following a script. So, as calmly as he could, he said to Wanda, "Well, this has been fun. But it's getting late. Why don't you take the lock off so I can go home?"

Wanda smirked. "Yeah, nice try," she said. "You're mine for the next fifteen minutes, and if you have a problem with that, you're welcome to wear the outfit home." That would be silly, of course; it would mean wetting himself in front of the whole neighborhood, instead of merely the patrons of Dark Smiles, since there was no possible way he would make it home dry.

Misdirection clearly wasn't going to work, and Kevin wasn't really able to keep pretending that he felt perfectly fine. Feeling that he would wet himself otherwise, Kevin crossed his legs tightly and used a hand to squeeze his penis, which had softened considerably since Emily's wetting. Even knowing that he would probably end up peeing in the outfit anyway, he had to at least try to hold it until he could get Wanda to take the lock off. There was still a chance that he would be luckier than Emily.

"Looks like someone needs to pee," Wanda teased. "Amazing how hard that one glass of juice can hit you, isn't it? I bet you really want me to take the lock off now, don't you?"

"Yes, could you? Please?" Kevin asked, feeling his need to pee intensify as he continued to squeeze his penis tightly through the cotton material covering it.

Looking past Kevin, Wanda said, "What do you think, Crystal, should I take the lock off?"

"No, let's play with him a bit first," Crystal said.

"Yes," Wanda agreed, "that would be more fun, wouldn't it?"

The two couples across the table put their hands down each other's pants again as Wanda and Crystal unfastened enough of Kevin's outfit to slide their hands in at the back of the waist and start tickling his bare skin. Kevin squirmed around to try to get away from their fingers while continuing to struggle against his desperate need to pee. He looked at Emily; she seemed to have almost fully recovered from her anxiety and had her mouth open in excitement as she stared at Kevin. Beyond her, Debbie had a more confident, almost dominating smile, and she winked at Kevin when she saw him looking at her.

Kevin felt Crystal kiss his cheek, and he turned slightly to look at her. Smiling, she said, "You look so cute wiggling around and squeezing your dick trying so hard to keep from pissing yourself while we tickle you. You really do have to go badly, don't you?" Kevin felt embarrassed to have been seen doing these things, but he hadn't really had a choice; it was the only way to stay dry.

Turning back to Wanda, Kevin said breathlessly, "Wanda, it's getting worse. Could you please take the lock off before I wet myself? I'll be your best friend forever."

"It's getting worse?" Wanda teased. "Is your bladder filling a bit faster than you would like? Is the pressure at the base your dick becoming harder to resist? Is the pee about to force itself through the length of that dick and into your clothes?"

Uncrossing his legs and crossing them the other way, Kevin begged, "Wanda, come on, mix things up a bit, don't make me wet myself like Emily did."

"That would be so embarrassing, wouldn't it?" Crystal asked as Kevin turned to look at her. Still smiling, she continued, "Grownups aren't supposed to pee in their clothes. And you've seen how see-through that outfit gets when it's wet." Over her shoulder, Kevin saw Emily blush and look away briefly, although she quickly returned her gaze to Kevin. Crystal added, "I wonder what your penis looks like."

Even though he wouldn't be the first, it would indeed be quite embarrassing to wet himself in front of them. But he couldn't think of anything further to say to convince Wanda to take the lock off. Feeling his need intensify further still, Kevin started to rapidly, repeatedly clench and relax the hand holding his penis as Wanda and Crystal continued to tickle his waist under the outfit. Kevin really felt like he was going to start peeing soon no matter what he did, but he kept quiet for the time being, hoping that Wanda would lose interest and take the lock off before Kevin soaked himself uncontrollably.

"Pssss..." Wanda and Crystal started hissing at Kevin, making it even more difficult for him to concentrate on not peeing. He used a second hand to help him squeeze his frantic penis in pulses. Just as Emily had done, Kevin started frequently uncrossing and re-crossing his legs, tensing his thighs each time they were crossed, and bending forward as well as he could while squirming from Wanda's and Crystal's tickling fingers. He could not believe how badly he needed to pee. His dread was reaching new heights. All the other people around the table, however, including Emily, were clearly having the time of their lives.

It wasn't much longer before Kevin felt his hold weakening. He looked at Wanda, hoping to see her hand moving toward the lock, but she still appeared to be devoting her energy to tickling, hissing, and enjoying Kevin's struggle. Kevin was out of time; he had to say something. "Wanda," he started, unable to keep the panic out of his voice, "I really can't hold it anymore, could you please take the lock off now?"

Wanda nodded at Crystal, and the two of them stopped tickling Kevin and removed their hands from his outfit. They also stopped hissing. Wanda moved her hands to the lock and started manipulating it. Kevin did his best to at least keep his neck still so that Wanda could dial the combination more easily. He was still rapidly crossing and uncrossing his legs and rhythmically squeezing his penis with both hands, desperately trying to hold on until Wanda could get the lock off. But Wanda seemed to be turning the dial very, very slowly, and Kevin was already at his limit. He felt a spurt of pee shoot out of his penis and saw a small wet spot appear at the crotch of his outfit.

"Hurry up!" Kevin begged Wanda urgently, "I'm starting to pee!" He felt another spurt and saw the spot get larger. He could feel that he only had a few more seconds before he lost all control.

Wanda removed her hands from the back of Kevin's neck, but Kevin could see that she was not holding the lock. "I dialed the first two numbers," Wanda said. "All you have to do now is turn the dial clockwise until you hear a clunk, and then you'll be able to open it."

Was she seriously playing more games? Kevin's muscles gave out; he started to pee continuously into his outfit, and no amount of clenching (be it with his hands, thighs, or internal muscles) could stop the flow. Once he realized that there was no longer any point trying to fight his body, he let go of his penis and shifted his focus to processing what Wanda had just said. Clockwise, eh? He held a hand in front of him as though gripping a dial, figured out which direction clockwise would be, then put the hand on the lock dial behind his neck and started slowly turning it clockwise as he continued to wet himself.

As soon as Kevin heard the clunk, he immediately pushed his chair back and stood up. The others around the table cheered as he did this, but he didn't take any time to listen to them, or to see if Emily had joined in; he turned and ran to the bathroom Emily had used to clean up. He heard the female staff member next to the hallway laughing at him, but it barely registered as he checked the bathroom door quickly to make sure it was unisex, went in, ran up to the toilet, lifted the seat, removed the lock from his neck, unfastened the back of the outfit, and pulled it down to his waist. Below his waist, the wet material clung to his skin, making it difficult to pull down farther, but he was eventually able to get it past his still-peeing penis and finish his pee in the toilet.

When he had finished peeing, Kevin found the toilet paper, tore off a square, used it to wipe the tip of his penis, and flushed it down the toilet. He then kicked off his purple flip-flops and peeled his outfit the rest of the way down his legs. He could feel how wet it was, particularly in the back; he doubted he had left the table much drier than Emily had; the portion of Kevin's pee that had made it into the toilet would probably have ended up on the floor, rather than in his outfit, if Wanda hadn't helped him take the lock off when she did.

Once Kevin finished pulling his outfit off over his feet, he turned his head to look around the bathroom. He saw the shower and shelves of neatly-folded white towels that Debbie had mentioned, as well as a sink. He also saw a small door in the wall with the words "Laundry Chute" written above it. Figuring that Wanda would probably want her lock back, he removed the lock from the outfit hole in which it was still hooked before putting the outfit itself into the laundry chute. He then washed his hands and the lock in the sink, put the lock down at the edge of the sink, locked the bathroom door (which he hadn't had time to do on his way in), picked up his flip-flops, and got into the shower. He turned the water on and rinsed the flip-flops under it before washing his body as quickly as he could, using a bottle of soap he found in the shower that he assumed was provided the club. He then put the flip-flops back on, dried himself with one of the towels on the shelves, wrapped the towel around himself, picked Wanda's lock back up, and left the bathroom.

As he came out in his towel, Kevin saw Wanda chatting with the nearby female staff member with the reddish-brown ponytail. Kevin walked up to them and handed the combination lock to Wanda, saying, "Here," as the women both turned to look at Kevin.

"Thanks," Wanda said, taking the lock. "Did you put your outfit in the laundry chute?"

"Yes," Kevin said.

"Great," Wanda said. "You can change back into your outside clothes now." Turning to the staff member, she confirmed, "That's okay, right?"

"Yes, absolutely," the staff member said. "Good job to both of you." She looked at Kevin to include him in the compliment, then added, "The nearest changing room has another laundry chute for your towel and flip-flops."

"You can come sit with us again when you're done," Wanda told Kevin. "Your place has already been cleaned. Of course, if you'd rather go home, that's fine too."

"Thanks," Kevin said. He went to the lockers, removed his key from his wrist, unlocked his own locker, took his clothes and shoes out, and went into the changing room closest to the bar to put them on. He found the laundry chute and put his towel and flip-flops into it before returning, dressed, to Wanda's table.

As Kevin sat back down, Wanda said excitedly, "You're back!" and hugged him as well as she could, given that they were both sitting down. "That was amazing!" Wanda went on, releasing Kevin from the hug. "I really loved messing with you as you desperately tried not to wet yourself. But my favorite part was seeing you stand up after starting to pee helplessly into that white cotton outfit. It went just as see-through as Emily's, and it was really magical to see the pee continue to flow, both while you were standing there and as you turned and ran to the bathroom. You really couldn't stop it, could you?"

"I really couldn't," Kevin admitted. "I'm lucky I got any in the toilet at all."