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Pools & Pastries
Scenario:A young woman, Caitlyn Blake, gets invited to her first house party thanks to her sister Lisa. The house is packed with people—everyone is having fun, drinking alcohol, chatting, and dancing to loud music. After several hours of drinking, the attractive Caitlyn needs to use the bathroom. However, in the two-story house, both bathrooms are occupied. The pool is full of people, and the garden is too brightly lit and offers no privacy. What will she do? Will this party end with her relief—or a wet embarrassment?
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Caitlyn Blake
She is Caitlyn's older sister and a responsible head of the accounting department at a law firm. She is protective,humorous,and sociable. Caitlyn takes Caitlyn to her first house party,trying to make her sister more outgoing. While there,Caitlyn drinks more than planned and faces challenges finding a bathroom. Lisa’s relationship with her boyfriend,Trevor,is discussed,and Caitlyn provides comic relief amidst her own predicaments.
Lisa Blake
She is Caitlyn's older sister and a humorous and carefree personality. She is lively,playful,and supportive. Lisa brings Caitlyn to the house party,encouraging her to have fun and be more sociable. She is in a relationship with Trevor and often teases him about his behavior. Lisa provides comic relief while navigating her own romantic dynamics with Trevor,showing concern for Caitlyn’s drinking habits.
Trevor
He is Lisa’s boyfriend and a laidback,humorous character. He is carefree,playful,and affectionate. Trevor enjoys the party atmosphere and comically reacts to jokes about his relationship with Lisa. While he does not directly interact with Caitlyn much,his dynamic with Lisa shows stability in their relationship. He consumes alcohol but remains composed throughout the evening,showcasing his ability to handle himself in social situations.
"Caitlyn, you have to go out more. You can't just hide in the house all the time," my sister Lisa scolded me.
"I'm not hiding, I just don't see the point in going out when I have nothing to do," I countered.
"Well, you're doing something now. I brought you to the house for our first house party," she said.
"Great, thanks," I muttered sarcastically.
"Hey, don't be ungrateful. I brought you here so you can have some fun and meet new people. And maybe even meet a guy," she said.
"Ugh, mom's been on my case about that too. Can't they just leave me alone?"
I asked.
"They just want what's best for you," she said.
I snorted.
"Yeah, right," I said.
We were standing in front of a two-story house that was literally packed with people.
The music was loud and everyone was having a good time; drinking, talking, laughing, and dancing.
I had never been to a party before because I didn't see the point in going if I wasn't going to do anything, so this was my first house party ever.
I didn't think I would enjoy it, but after several hours of drinking, I found myself dancing and having a good time along with everyone else.
But then I really had to pee.
I went up the stairs and tried to open the first bathroom I saw, but it was locked.
I went to the upstairs bathroom and my bladder was screaming for relief.
The bass from downstairs vibrated through the floorboards as I rapped my knuckles against the wood.
"Just a minute!" a muffled voice called out.
I shifted from foot to foot, crossing my legs tighter.
Through the door, I heard giggling and what sounded like two people shuffling around.
Great.Probably a couple making out.
I knocked again, harder this time.
"Seriously, hurry up!"
My voice cracked with urgency.
The door remained firmly shut.
More giggling.
I leaned against the wall, pressing my thighs together, considering my dwindling options.
The door finally creaked open, and a guy with tousled hair and a sheepish grin stepped out, followed by a girl adjusting her dress.
"Sorry about that," he said, scratching the back of his neck.
"Hey, you're Caitlyn, right? Lisa's sister?"
I hurried down the stairs, my bladder screaming for relief.
The downstairs bathroom was just off the hallway, and I pushed the door open without thinking.
It wasn't locked, so I assumed it was empty.
A girl sat on the toilet, her eyes wide with shock.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry!"
I stammered.
But my desperation kept me rooted in the doorway for a moment.
The girl clutched her dress to her thighs, her face reddening.
"Get out!" she shrieked, throwing a roll of toilet paper at my head.
I backed away quickly, pulling the door shut behind me.
Stumbling through the crowded living room, I squeezed between dancing bodies while keeping my thighs pressed together.
The pounding music and jostling partygoers made it impossible to maintain my composure.
I spotted the sliding glass door to the backyard and pushed through, gasping at the fresh air.
The pool area was packed with swimmers splashing and laughing.
I scanned desperately for a private spot, but the motion-sensor lights illuminated every corner of the yard.
My bladder spasmed painfully.
I double over, grabbing myself through my dress as heads start turning in my direction.
"Need some help?" a voice asked, and I looked up to see a guy with a sympathetic smile.
"I just need to find a bathroom that isn't occupied," I replied, trying to maintain some dignity.
"Follow me, there's a guesthouse out back with a bathroom no one knows about," he said, gesturing for me to follow him.
I hurried behind the guy through the crowded backyard, weaving between drunk partygoers while desperately clenching my thighs together.
The guesthouse sat in a darker corner of the property, its windows dark.
My guide stumbled slightly on the stone path, slowing our progress.
Each step sent waves of pressure through my bladder.
When we reached the door, he fumbled with the handle, muttering about it being stuck.
I bounced from foot to foot, watching him struggle with growing panic.
Finally, the door creaked open, revealing a pitch-black interior.
"Thanks," I said, stumbling inside and fumbling for the light switch.
My fingers patted the wall frantically until I found it, and the fluorescent bulb overhead flickered to life.
The guesthouse was small, with a single bed in one corner and a bathroom straight ahead.
I rushed toward the bathroom, relief washing over me as I pushed open the door.
But my relief quickly turned to horror.
The toilet was clogged and overflowing, wet toilet paper scattered across the floor.
The sink was filled with vomit, and there was a suspicious brown smear on one wall.
I stood in the doorway, my bladder spasming painfully.
After a moment of desperate deliberation, watching liquid drip from the rim of the toilet, I muttered "Fuck it" and positioned myself in what appeared to be the cleanest corner of the room.
My legs trembling, I squat in the corner of the guesthouse bathroom, yanking down my jeans and underwear.
A warm stream hits the floor as relief floods through me.
I sigh in bliss, feeling my bladder finally start to empty.
But then I hear footsteps approaching outside the bathroom door.
Panic surges through me as I realize I'm not alone in the guesthouse.
I try to stop mid-stream, but it's too late.
The door creaks open and light spills in from the hallway.
Through the crack in the door, I see a guy standing there, his eyes wide with shock as he takes in the sight of me squatting on the floor, peeing.
I shriek and try to cover myself with my hands while still peeing, but it's no use.
The guy slams the door shut and I hear him muttering apologies as he stumbles away.
I finish peeing as quickly as possible, then stand up and pull up my pants.
I look around frantically for something to clean up with, but there's nothing.
Finally, I use my sleeve to wipe up as much of the puddle as possible. Standing there in my own puddle, I realize that I have to face this guy again if I want to get out of here.
And eventually, I'll have to face Lisa too.
This is going to be so humiliating.
I take a deep breath and slowly open the door.
The guesthouse is dark again, but I can make out a figure sitting on the bed in the corner of the room.
"I'm really sorry about that," the guy says, his voice awkward but sincere.
"It's fine, I just... I didn't know what else to do," I reply, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Hey, no judgment here," he says softly, "but maybe we should figure out how to get you out of here without anyone else seeing."
