Today began like any other but before lunch rolled around it had become one of the worst in recent memory. My alarm went off at 6:30AM and I rolled out of bed, put my jogging outfit on, and headed out the door for my morning run. I love the feeling of the cold air blowing through my hair and filling my lungs as I run every morning. Today I did three miles before returning home for a shower.
Once I was cleaned up I pulled a pair of black satin fullback panties and a matching bra from my dresser and began getting ready. After hooking the bra around my back I went to my closet and pulled out my favorite skirt suit. I put the white satin blouse on first and then pulled the coat over that. Finally I slid the skirt up my legs and zipped up the side. This was my favorite suit because the skirt gripped my ass like a glove and I always turned heads in it. When I ride in the elevator to my office I always make sure to stand in the front so everyone can get a good look at my tight ass. I also like to bend over occasionally while men are watching. In short, I’m a bit of tease.
At 8:00 I left my apartment and headed for work. Three years ago I was hired by a Washington, D.C. law firm right out of college. The first two years were a brutal grind through 80 hour weeks and awful assignments. That’s standard practice though. I was just beginning my fourth year now and I had earned the respect of my superiors along with juicier cases that would test my skills as a lawyer.
At 8:30 I arrived in my office and began my workday. Two days ago I had been given a high profile civil lawsuit involving a patent holder making infringement claims against a high profile electronics company. A victory would mean an eight figure settlement and a big raise for me. While sitting at my desk I ate a high fiber muffin and pored over the depositions taken so far in the case. It looked as though we had a very good chance to win and I was excited at the possibilities.
By the time I pulled my head out of the papers it was 11:00 and I needed to go to the bathroom badly. I usually like to poop at home to avoid the embarrassment of stinking up the office bathroom but I had neglected to do so this morning. Squeezing my anus tightly to prevent any unwanted accidents I walked to the nearest women’s bathroom only to find it locked. I made a beeline for the next closest bathroom and found an out of order sign hanging on the door.
All of a sudden I began to panic. Those were the only two bathrooms on our floor. I rushed to the elevator with my anus still clenched tightly and punched the button for the floor above us. There was another law firm located there and I didn’t think they’d have a problem with me using their bathroom.
Once the elevator doors opened I practically ran out and asked the secretary in the entryway where the nearest bathroom was. She politely informed me that all of their bathrooms were out of service due to a pipe having burst. Now in a full panic state I rushed back onto the elevator before the door shut and punched the button for the lobby. The bathrooms down there were public, large, and would almost certainly be working.
I was on the 25th floor though and it was a long way down. I leaned back against the railing and squeezed my ass tightly. I was now fighting with my body to keep the poop inside. When the elevator dinged at the 14th floor I lost the battle and my bowels emptied into my panties. Immediately I felt a hot, wet, and heavy sensation in my panties. The elevator was empty but my face burned with shame at having lost control of myself. How could I have been so stupid? Why did I put off going to the bathroom for so long when it was just down the hallway?
With very little time to think I considered my options. I could still go to the public bathroom in the lobby and just throw my panties away. I could go back to my office and put my panties in the trash and tie up the bag. I could also just pull the emergency stop button on the elevator and stay in there all day long so no one would ever find out about my shameful mistake.
In the end I decided that since the elevator was already headed to the first floor I would simply flush my panties down the toilet and go back to work. The elevator stopped at the 10th floor and three guys got on. They all gave me a once over as they stepped to the back of the elevator. Little did they know that a shameful secret currently rested in the backside of my panties, making a mess of the soft satin.
More people got on at the fifth floor and by the time we reached the lobby the elevator was nearly full. I had gotten stuck near the front and so I was the first off when the doors opened. As I walked away I heard a few snickers and cries of dismay. Right away I knew that my tight skirt had done me in and the lump of poop in my panties was showing through. My earlier shame was nothing in comparison to the white hot embarrassment I now felt.
As I strode towards the bathroom I imagined people staring and pointing at my ass, laughing at me. I refused to look back to see if my nightmare was coming true though; knowing would have been far more humiliating that simply imagining it. Finally I reached the bathroom and quickly found myself a stall. I pulled up my skirt, took off my shoes, and threw my panties into the toilet. Without even looking I flushed them down and said goodbye to the vicious nightmare I had just lived. After cleaning myself thoroughly with reams of toilet paper I let my skirt fall back down and headed back to my office, my dignity having been reclaimed. Once I was in my office I found a pair of panties in the back of one of my drawers (what luck!). I was whole again but it took me hours to regain my composure and feel right again.