Act 0
Walking along the sidewalk beside the main highway, the preamble to a discussion was spreading in the small group of four girls.
Proceeding in single file, it was intuitable the degree of importance that, unconsciously as in any collective, each of them held within that microsystem.
At the back of the aforementioned line, Pearly, the large-fleshed, golden-haired fox was trying to keep up with her friends. Tremendous breathlessness coupled with the searing heat of the impending noon had severely tested her teenage stamina as well as her shapely physique.
On her broad shoulders she felt the burn from the weight of her backpack, so at any moment she could have thrown it away without a second thought. 
What put her off was Tanya, the third in line, an apparent living opposite of hers, the kind that is as rare as it is frighteningly widespread.
The fox in question, cloaked in her ashen fur, her palpitating heart lightened by her almost total lack of body fat, turned toward the friend. Steel goggles slid down her small nose from sweat.
"Girls," she exclaimed with a fixed gaze on Pearly. "I think we should stop for a moment and reflect, so we can also get some rest." Her overt intent was to give her companion behind a few minutes of respite from that wearisome march.
At that instant a truck filled with heavy goods passed by her side causing her to jerk in fright. A strong paw clutched her by the collar of the uniform, thus preventing her from falling onto the hot pavement.
The paw belonged to Anne, the second-in-command, as it were. The fox in question, taller than Tanya, looked down on her friend, towering over her with the prematurely blossomed breasts pressing against the buttons on the blouse.
Her brown eyes scanned her friend's intelligent ones, then bounced back to Pearly's. "We're practically there, it wouldn’t make sense to stop now. Pearly," she then said with a sigh, "I know it's hard, I'm dying of heat too, but we have to keep going or we'll be late!"
Pearly, standing still and looking at her, sighed in turn. "Diana has been saying that for almost an hour!" Was her retort. 
"She has taken the navigator, and we are following her like three idiots!" She added a moment later. She was irate, her eyes crossed with scarlet flashes. 
When neither Tanya nor Anne knew what to say, here came the first in line, the unelected but deemed so, leader of the group. Diana had turned around, in her hand still clutching the cell phone. The beautiful green eyes flashed with an emotion that was hard to read. The veins on her neck pulsed strongly, emerging from the thin layer of auburn hair.
"I'M SORRY!" She suddenly shouted in a tone mixed with anger and frustration. 
At that point the other three could not resist. Their lips quivered before they blossomed and revealed a sudden smile.
They all burst out laughing, Tanya leaned on Pearly, Anne did the same with a pole there beside her, while Diana fell to the knees. She desisted after a few seconds and soon laughter took hold of her as well.
Joy, at moments like those, would have appeared to outside eyes as a feeling driven by a meaningless sense of madness. To the four of them, those laughter meant only one thing: their friendship was and continued to remain steadfast even in seemingly untenable moments.
Tanya, pointing her index finger in front of her, and adjusting the glasses to get a better look, exclaimed, "THERE IT IS! THIS IS THE HOTEL!" 
The others muttered in confusion, and turning in the direction indicated, they saw it in all its might. Their destination was less than five minutes away from there.






Act 1
The parking lot in front of the hotel was packed with visitors. Dogs, cats, otters, zebras, giraffes in unquantifiable numbers.
The banner for that day's presentation waved just below the sign of the facility. The event was to take place at 2 p.m., but the area had already been occupied by the rabble before 11 a.m.
The small group of girls stood wide-mouthed in front of the lake of figures looming before them. Three hundred meters had been completely occupied. In them, visitors were walking around prettily, perhaps clutching a cold drink in their hands, and murmuring about more and less.
Among them, Diana in particular noticed the members of her class, who had been given free reign over how to present themselves at the event in question.
"We did well to separate ourselves from the group," she said suddenly, recognizing faces she had already seen among the masses.
Tanya flanked her. "Yeah" She assented in a thin voice. "Look how many people are here!" 
"How many will there be? A thousand?" Anne asked behind them.
Diana shook her head. "More, surely there are more. Could it be that they all came for the same reason we did?"
Pearly suddenly popped up to her left. "NO! Look at the banner!" She exclaimed, pointing to the white drape placed under the words 'HOTEL CROWN'. 
"Auction for Luxury Cars? On the same day as the history conference? And in the same Hotel, too?" Diana became suspicious.
"Maybe it's just a coincidence. After all, we don't have any rooms booked, while the buyers of these phantom luxury cars might."
"Tanya, sometimes I forget that you are the smartest one in the group." Tanya blushed, and Diana resumed.
"But that doesn't take away from the fact that I absolutely have to pee" She declared in a serious tone. 
Anne lowered her paw onto her shoulder. "So do I," she said. "Me too, I have to go to the bathroom! Do you say there's one free?"
Tanya adjusted her glasses for the umpteenth time, then hurried to answer. "Of course, hotels are obliged to have them. We just have to find them!"
"Don't you think we should move?" Pearly asked all of a sudden, pointing out the time to the others. "We're late, if you have to go to the bathroom, we'd better hurry."
"You're right," Diana confirmed to her, who rightfully had the last word. "WE GO!" She exclaimed with a half leap forward, then suppressed a groan due to a slight cramp in her groin.
"Ouch" She whispered writhing on the bench with her hands.
Anne, who was walking beside her, became alert. "Honey, are you okay?" 
Her friend lifted the palm, motioning her not to worry.
 The four charming foxes descended the stairs from the elevation above which they had scanned the army of visitors. Once they descended to the lowest floor, the air suddenly became unbreathable.
Diana looked around trying not to miss any details, but the pressure on her bladder prevented her from thinking as deeply as she would have liked.
Tanya, on the other hand, watched that kaleidoscopic succession of figures force their way into her field of vision every second.
Trying to avoid and move away from them as much as possible, she could not avoid noticing some elements more peculiar than others. Dogs in suits, cats in tuxedos, elderly horses equipped with monocles for the theater... 
Prominent figures, clearly, and endowed with substantial wealth. They were there for the luxury car auction.
Diana continued at the head of the group, she was the one who decided on the path to follow, even though before her eyes a clear path did not appear at all.
She was the one who had to make an effort to create one. Many of those present, drunk or too busy talking about futile matters, seemed cemented in their places, and getting them to move proved to be a daunting task.
Anne, the strongest of the four, advanced to rescue her friend. Imposing herself with her stature, she cleared the passageway by force of elbows.
Ignoring any possible negative reaction from the crowd, she worried only and exclusively about her own incessant need to go to the bathroom.
After risking being run over more than once, following an hour of the constant beating of nothing short of scorching sunbeams, and finally once they had passed the unmemorable rabble of onlookers, the small group reached the space in front of the main entrance, above which shone the sign.
Lifting their gaze, they noticed only then how tall the hotel was. A twenty-story giant, colored fern green, with the trim of windows and curtains tending to the brightest gold.
Breathtaking, Tanya followed this expression to the letter. Pearly tugged her to free her from that apparent trance-like state.
"TANYA!" She told her on the verge of screaming. The ash-colored fox shook her head, then turned back to her burly friend. "Why have we stopped?" She asked impulsively.
And the question proved illuminating, for in that instant they all looked at Diana, who had suddenly stopped.
Turned in the direction of the entrance, no one else could see her face. 
With a look turned to something undefined, she finally clarified the situation. She seemed to be trembling. 
"Diana, are you okay?" Anne intervened before being abruptly interrupted.
"Girls!" Shouted the scarlet fox, raising her right hand. "Sorry, but I’ve really gotta go. Just give me a moment to catch my breath and then let's go in and find that damn bathroom!"
The others nodded in response, Anne reaching out to her to cinch her underarm and thus help her walk. But Diana did not let her do so; instead she took a long breath and started marching again.
Pearly, Tanya and Anne, understanding the sudden seriousness of the situation, tailed her so as not to let her out of their sight at all.
As they entered, another stream of visitors intruded between them, meanwhile the hotel doors opened automatically. The excruciating heat, to everyone's relief, stopped its tyranny.






Act 2
A cool, almost aseptic air floated inside, in extreme contrast to the toxic, unbreathable air perceived outside.
Massive use of air conditioners, the large windows wide open for air recirculation were enough to make the entrance to the hotel one of the most pleasant the girls had ever experienced in their lives.
Moving forward at the turnstile, they spotted the reception desk. A wooden counter behind which five employees worked assiduously at their laptops, responding to the customers with patently false and accommodating smiles.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead with handkerchiefs, and gobbling up the last reserves of water, Diana addressed her companions, spewing authority from every pore of her skin.
"Friends, Finding a bathroom has to be our top priority! We should split up! I’ll go to the front desk, while you go..."
"Diana!" Anne pronounced abruptly, pointing at something with her finger. "Look there, that's the bathroom!"
Diana became paunchy on hearing those words. She turned faster than light, her eyes were on the verge of fleeing from their sockets.
"Oh God...," she stammered with trembling lips, "There it is, you're right! Let's go!"
She set off with a snap, slammed into another boy from her own school, but the latter did not protest as Diana had slipped away so quickly that he had no chance to retort.
"Hey!" It was his only protest that was lost in the general murmur. 
Diana's face, beautiful and radiant as ever, soon darkened. A gloomy veil fell over it as the girl reached her chosen destination.
It took her only a few moments to recognize what the problem was, but it took her many more to metabolize it. 
"I can't believe it," she whispered.
"I've never seen anything like this!"
"Nonsense."
"Is that the line for the bathroom?" 
All the girls gasped, as if petrified as a result of their own hesitations.
Devoured by doubt, Diana shook her head in too much disbelief as a consuming and unbearable fire clamped down on her bladder. 
A little longer, and she would implode in front of everyone. The thought of this eventuality teased her psyche for the briefest of moments, but that was amply enough to prompt her to react.
In front of her, a line at least thirty meters long ran almost half the total width of the atrium. A mother zebra with her baby, they were stationed under the doorframe of the entrance door, beside which the universal toilet symbol shone in its own light, as if imbued with a dilapidated aura.
Diana shuddered as with a physical and mental effort she prepared to draw in the last member of that improbable line, who appeared to her as a giant centipede intent on attending to her needs.
This image caused her no hilarity.
"Excuse me," she exclaimed politely.
A tiger turned around, his face scarred, his eyes reddened, his cheeks hollowed. "What do you want?" He replied, rudely.
"Is this the line for the bathroom?"
The tiger snorted as if to mock her. "What a stupid question. What do you think it is? A competition to see who can stand the most time?"
Snickering, the tiger returned to his original position. At that moment, the line advanced at a breakneck pace.
Diana held back the anger and frustration that gushed through her veins at the unbearable sourness.
Nevertheless, she knew that urination took precedence, so she returned to her huddle that had been anxiously waiting for her.
She noticed that Anne, in turn, was doing her best to restrain herself, to the point of beating her chest in an attempt to converge the pain elsewhere.
Green eyes exhausted with blush provided the answer the group had been waiting for even before Diana began to speak.
"Yes, that's the line, and that tiger there is a real asshole!"
The others smiled in delight, except for Anne, she barely hinted.
"So what do we do?" Pearly asked.
Tanya stepped in first. "There will be another bathroom, we just have to find it."
Diana frowned. "What if there isn't?" She asked.
"There has to be." Her bespectacled friend reassured her.
"But still...," she added, "Someone will have to stay in the reception line, in case there is some other option we don't know about yet."
"Brilliant idea!" Commented the group leader, the stunning Diana with her emerald eyes.
"Ok, let’s do this," she decided, looking at her friends with circumspection like a secret agent on a special mission. "Anne and I will look for another bathroom," Anne nodded. "While you Tanya will stand in the first row, and you Pearly will stand in the second row, so that our chances are doubled."
Pearly snickered in response, Diana glaring at her. "Pearly, what's so funny?" Her tone, though all, sounded gentle.
Pearly removed her paw from her lips. "It makes me laugh to think that we are making all these efforts to pee, have you people been thinking about that? We look like spies investigating or something."
The image elicited a rush of hilarity, then Diana restored calm, returning focus to the goals at hand.
A few seconds later, the group had split up.
Diana and Anne walked arm in arm into the throng of people clogging one of the main corridors placed just past the Hotel entrance.
They slipped through the block like eels with impressive speed. After earning some rather unpleasant whistles of protest and attempted tugs, their efforts gave them what they most desired at that moment.
In the eyes of Diana, whose pupils dilated with excitement, another bathroom sign was reflected, exactly identical to the one seen earlier.
For a moment, the girl had the fear that it was the same place, and that she had come there after circling around like a fool.
Supporting this conviction of hers was also the bitter discovery of a very long line stationed in front of the entrance to the said bathhouse, which appeared to be interminable just like the last one.
"Could it be the same restroom?" Asked Anne, who, like her, harbored her own doubts about it.
"This hotel looks like a bloody maze," was her retort.
On reflection, Diana could not but agree with that statement. Perhaps because of the staggering number of guests, perhaps because of the green and gold colors that were repeated ad nauseam on walls, windows, and doors, that Hotel seemed to be endless and provided no landmarks with which to orient themselves.
The one detail that provided the two girls with the clue they needed came once they spotted a room set back from the bathroom line.
"Look there," Diana said. Squeezing her friend by the sweaty hand, she headed there with some hesitation. 
What had attracted her curiosity was the open door, which allowed a glimpse of what it was hiding.
"It's not the presentation room, nor the car auction room." Anne deduced, once they had approached.
Before Diana could say anything, the two girls had to move away. Backing out, they almost hit a footman. The latter avoided falling to the steel tray he was carrying, over which glass glasses containing champagne vibrated dangerously.
The waiter, a frighteningly tall and thin fellow, gasped in fright. He left in a hurry, muttering under his breath.
Meanwhile, a bear in a scarlet overcoat and sapphire pants emerged from the mysterious room. On the shapeless one headed numerous golden buttons. This was a gentleman advanced in age, his austere air giving him an inkling of wisdom.
The latter was carrying a couple of large suitcases out of the room, so he did not stop at the questioning glances of the two girls.
Diana watched him walk away with a quick step. "Luggage," she murmured. 
Anne entered first, Diana followed. "A storage room for suitcases, and luggage." She deduced as she peered around.
The languid eyes, closed in two slits, lost no detail.
The room appeared much larger than was imaginable. Chandeliers with dim lights jostled inside illuminated the various departments. 
In fact, these were actual departments, like those in a supermarket. Three aisles stretched long, each of them surrounded left and right by steel shelves, within which luggage and suitcases of all sizes and colors lay motionless.
Diana could not help but be astonished. 
But that sort of warehouse also presented a number of questionable features. The odor, or rather, the stench of stale, old, lived-in hovered like an omnipresent specter invisible to the eyes.
A spectrum pickable only through the use of one's nose.
The numerous lights that at first glance gave the impression that the room was properly lit, on closer inspection revealed large gaps.
These gaps were represented by the countless dark corners, and still whole parts of those three corridors so dark that they seemed fake, nonexistent. 
A formless emptiness.
"This place is scary," Anne stammered, and Diana blinked suddenly. 
"Damn, I was kind of falling asleep," she said. 
"Isn't it scary to you?" Continued the strong-willed friend.
"Yes, I mean, more like this style doesn't fit with the rest of the Hotel."
Anne shook her head. "Yeah," she assented.
Suddenly she let out a furious cry that echoed through the warehouse like the wail of a maiden attacked by a monster.
A hand, she was certain, had rested on her shoulder.
Diana and Anne turned and at the same time lunged forward. They fell to the ground, adhering their buttocks to the dusty floor.
A figure towered beneath the doorframe.
The light behind it made it impossible to identify its face, which remained in shadow.
"Little girls," thundered the figure. 
Diana swallowed a particularly bitter ball of saliva. She pricked up her ears and clutched her friend's arm to herself.
The being finally stepped forward. It was the uniformed bear who had appeared moments before, and a sharp but understanding smile graced his face. "Are you the ones who came on the field trip? Why are you alone?" He asked, holding out his large hand.
Diana hesitated from accepting it, then let him help her after exchanging an assenting glance with the companion.
Wiping off the dust, the redhead prepared to answer. "Excuse us, we were looking for a bathroom, that's all."
The bear, in response, cracked up laughing. Then, wiping away his tears, he said, "Are you kidding me?" Turning around he pointed to the line that began just behind him. "Can you read? Have you seen the bathroom sign?"
"Yes!" Diana interrupted him. "We read it, but the line is practically endless." Lowering her head in anguish, an idea suddenly flashed through her mind. "YOU!" She shouted suddenly.
The bear pointed to himself with the index finger. "Me?" He asked, hesitantly.
"Yes, yes, you indeed! Do you know if there is any other bathroom in the hotel, you know, me and my friend here are in great need of peeing."
The janitor's face turned purple. "You guys today are really shameless." He muttered. "Anyway, there's another main bathroom that's next to the entrance, you've probably seen it. Except for that one, and this one behind us, there's nothing else."
Anne, more than Diana, felt a grip on her belly so excruciating that she regretted coming to that place. 
The revelation fell upon the two girls like an anvil dropped from above.
Suddenly they felt weighed down, so much so that their shoulders dropped, their postures lost all substance and stability.
Hunched over, almost aged, Diana first replied, "Thank you, can we go now?"
The bear squared them from above, hesitating. "Yes" He finally said. "You can go, but don't you dare to come in here anymore. This is a restricted area, do I make myself clear?"
The two girls nodded, and stifling moans of pain, they prepared to leave the warehouse.


Not far from them, Pearly and Tanya reached the reception desk. Each of them finally had the right to talk to the receptionists.
Two gorgeous and surprisingly young girls listened to their questions, and their answers were almost identical.
"There are two bathrooms for the hotel guests, one is here at the entrance while the other is in front of the luggage room. To get there, you have to proceed to the left, you will find the bathroom at the end."
Concluding with a smile, they begged the girls to leave their seats for the next visitor.
Pearly and Tanya thanked and with sparkling eyes set off following the instructions they had just received.
But their enthusiasm was instantly extinguished when they passed Diana and Anne and noticed unparalleled dismay in their faces.
It was Diana who revealed the sad discovery to them. "We found the bathroom, but the line was so long."
Tanya made to take the floor, but Anne was quicker. "Also, we talked to one of the janitors inside the warehouse. He told us that there are only two bathrooms..."
Pearly turned as pale as milk, although she did not feel the need to pee, she only had to look their suffering friends in the eye to understand at least part of their woes.
Despondency took hold of their spirits, sadness began to hover over them like a burden.
The pressure on their bladder gradually became more unbearable. The desire to be able to fulfill that infernal need was turning into an increasingly unattainable utopia.






Act 3
Having found the rest of the class, the four vixens headed for the hall where a nationally renowned history professor was to give a lecture on the Civil War. 
Diana, Anne, Tanya, and Pearly sat next to each other. Diana in particular squeezed Anne's hand as hard as she could. 
Throughout the whole speech, the girl wiggled as if she were restless. 
She was flapping her paws on the ground, whispering something with no apparent logical sense, and her heart was continually prey to palpitations.
The little face, her beautiful scarlet face expressed her degree of suffering. 
The lips constantly pursed or pouty, the eyes half-closed like shutters about to be dropped. The nostrils of the little face were a constant dilating and narrowing. The breathing, rapid and labored, left no further doubt.
Diana's friends, worried more than ever, approached her, offering to solve any of her ailments, if they ever had the chance. 
But the girl merely denied their help, shaking her head, her vermilion hair swinging along neck and contracted shoulders.
"No, no," she whispered, lacking further energy to continue.
"I feel myself exploding!" Mumbled in Anne's ear, suddenly, as the history professor's speech reached a peak of interest.
The friend, alarmed, looked around trying to locate a lecturer to whom she could ask for help.
But fate, whatever, came to her rescue, providing them with a chance with a highly increased potential of success.
A bell rang, and a grave voice was heard coming from a megaphone. "Intermission, the talk will continue in about twenty minutes!" Was the announcement.
Everyone, including the history teacher, gave a sigh of relief.
Evidently, the walls of the hotel and air conditioners inside, had not been enough to contain the immense heat from outside.
Hence, inside the hall, the air had become stagnant, humid and unbreathable.
This represented yet another adversary for Diana, who, having reached a new limit of endurance, felt an increasingly inviting desire to empty her bowels in front of everyone.
Would she really ignore the shame that would ensue?  It was one of many questions that flashed through her mind.
Later would come taunts from other visitors, as well as reprimands, fines that her parents would have to pay, and who knows how much more....
It was at that point that the feeling of shame, one of the most incisive and transporting feelings ever, got the better of the pain.
Clenching the paws into fists, squinting the eyes, she endured another wave of searing pain.
And as always happens when fending off such an adversary, here she felt an enjoyable, almost heavenly relief come over that allowed her to take a long, well-deserved breath. 
"We must go, we must go!" Diana exclaimed at that point, feeling like a warrior who had survived a deadly assault by the enemy.
The others stared at her doubtfully. "What do you mean? Where should we go? Do you want to try again at the bathrooms?" 
"No, that wouldn't make any sense, the line will have reestablished itself by now. We have to try outside, outside."
"Outside?" Tanya squared her with some hesitation. "Are you sure you can make it?" she asked her with a note of thoughtfulness.
"I have to make it." It was Diana's tenacious, if not downright foolish and bold retort as she rose from her seat on trembling legs.
"I don't have to think about it," she said to herself under her breath. "I need to concentrate." 
And so, walking with her head down, looking straight ahead, the vixen began her march, appearing like an automaton with mechanical circuits devoured by rust.
Her hope, acting in that manner, was to reach the lobby of the hotel, and then go outside and thus find a secluded place where she could empty herself freely.
But that would not have been possible for her if that lancinating pain came back to haunt her as it had a few minutes earlier.
At that point it was a matter of acting quickly, without second thoughts, or she was certain, the next time she would not be able to resist, and she would thus collapse in on herself, melting to the ground, while an ochre lake would go congealing beneath her, between her soaked thighs.






Act 4
"NO! DAMN IT!"
Diana cursed with all the voice in her chest, but her agony faded into the rumbling hubbub emanating from the bedlam.
Other visitors, in immense numbers, occupied every available space in the parking lot located in front of the hotel entrance.
Every corner, every car, every bush would have been within sight and earshot. To free oneself there would have meant being 100 percent discovered.
"It's not possible," muttered Anne, who had also come to the point of imploding.
Diana, again taking advantage of that lapse of recovery between acute crises, turned and reentered the hotel, not before sending a gesture toward the crowd.
Once the group found themselves back in the lobby, the whole scene appeared to them like a devilish deja vu.
"What do we do now?" Pearly let all her agitation shine through.
Tanya assumed her classic thinking pose. "Doing it here would be like providing a show to perverts," she said, but the image she produced did not gain any approval.
The agitation, having reached that point, even became tangible.
"But can you imagine...," Anne then began with a dramatic tone and a disgusted expression on her face. "Peeing your pants and coming back to the hall with wet slacks!"
At her exclamation, each of the four lowered her gaze to her own pair of shorts. 
Diana took to blinking at an alarmingly fast pace. It was clear that at any moment she would burst into tears.
Shame, discomfort, pain-all at once, an ocean of negative feelings would overwhelm her within seconds.
She had to find a solution. SHE HAD TO DO IT!
Then she suddenly sucked in a large amount of air from her mouth, then had a full blown gasp.
She almost fell backwards. The others stretched against her to support her. 
But she kept moving away from them, turning her hands to the sky. "I FOUND IT! I FOUND IT!" And she appeared more excited than ever.
But something interrupted her excitement. 
She clutched her belly again. Bending on her brittle knees, she let out a groan. "Not much time left..." She muttered.
She was on the verge of collapse; she felt it clearly and distinctly inside her. 
The shame that would have ensued, the thought crossed her mind again once the pain had subsided.
She would be a laughingstock for years to come. Someone from school would definitely find out and she’d never hear the end of it.
But she braced herself, the idea that had popped into her head had withstood the onslaught, and so it stood there waiting to be communicated.
"The baggage room" It was a barely audible murmur.
Pearly and Tanya looked at each other in shock as they tried to reestablish their companion.
In contrast to them, Anne had become a riot of mixed emotions. 
Hope, doubt, hesitation.... All of it flashed through her brain with the rapidity of thunderbolts on a tempestuous night.
"Girls, follow me," she said in an authoritative tone. And those words sounded like an order, so Pearly and Tanya took Diana under their arms without countering.
It took them a minute to reach the baggage room, a minute that seemed to last a wearisome eternity.
An unbearable journey that Diana spent amid the moans and gasps of a poor girl unable to resist any longer.
She sensed that she had reached and surpassed the last of the available bars on a hypothetical scale of tolerance.
She had reached the end of the line; she could already hear the roar with the ears.
"Yes, but where?" It was Pearly's concerned voice that restored her to some semblance of consciousness.
She returned for a while back to the world of the living, moving away from that metaphysical dimension into which she had become estranged.
Anne scanned the room before her. "First of all, come in." She said, and closed the door behind her friends.
She found a switch on the right that she had discerned during her previous encounter with the janitor.
She pressed it and the dim light from the chandeliers modestly flooded the warehouse.
"The janitor is not here." Anne deduced, speaking to herself.
"Shall we do it in a corner? What do you say?" Was her quick suggestion.
Tanya shook her head without hesitation. "I know the idea may sound good, but the smell would remain there without us being able to remove it. It would only take someone with a good nose to flush us out smoothly before we can leave the hotel!"
At that instant a peremptory voice from outside rang out, "Notice, History class will continue in a few minutes, participants are urged to take their seats as soon as possible."
The warning from the loudspeaker had given the announcement the four friends feared.
"If they don't see us they might get suspicious," Pearly reminded them, as if such an important detail could be overlooked.
"I know, I know!" Anne shouted, more nervous than ever. And suddenly she dropped to her knees, closing in on herself. "I can't take it anymore, I don't know what to do, I don't know!" 
She sobbed, torn apart by pain. "We're going to get caught, we can't make it!"
It was at that point that Pearly and Tanya were pushed away by an unexpected force. 
The two girls jerked backward. Their shocked faces along with their gazes landed on the figure of Diana intent on heading toward a pallet of luggage.
Tanya held out a hand to her without daring to do anything else. "Diana, what are you doing?" She asked and felt herself blocked by something she could not identify.
"I can't resist anymore, I have to go and I don't see a better option" Were the scarlet fox's only words.
Reaching in front of a pallet, she clawed a suitcase by the handle and laid it on the floor.
Anne at that instant raised her head, looking at what Diana was doing decided to compose herself.
"Diana, what are you doing?" She asked without getting an answer.
Diana acted swiftly. She slid the leather belt from the loops of the short jeans she was wearing. She unbuttoned them, zipped them down in a hurry. 
She let them drop down the slim legs.
Lowering herself, she opened the suitcase, a classic brown leather specimen. The top came off with ease, revealing its modest contents.
Clothes could be glimpsed, including shirts of different shades but mostly on the lighter side.
These were men's clothes, or that was what the name written on the nameplate on the handle suggested.
'Thomas Denfort' was the aforementioned name of the hypothetical owner.
Turning her buttocks to the suitcase, Diana slipped her thumbs into the edge of the lacy panties, a snow-white pair. She slid them down her pelvis and thighs. They sagged to the floor along with the jeans, in close contact with the ankles.
Crouching down, she reached up to brush the leather edge with the throbbing red vulva, above which a light whitish patina shimmered under the light of the chandelier.
Just at that instant, Diana stared her friend Tanya in the face. "Go check outside, no one must come in, understand?" 
Tanya nodded and started stammering nonsense. She stepped back more confused than ever.
Feeling the metal door behind her and its icy contact, she turned to check the corridors as ordered.
In that instant in which the silence of the warehouse held sway, a hushed, heavenly noise burst in, shattering that tranquility.
A rush like a waterfall crashing over the sharp rocks at the base of a stream, or like the gentle gurgling of a river intent on settling on its banks....
Anne and Pearly brought their hands to their lips, stunned.
From Diana's tiny vulva spurted out a thick, bodacious jet of excellent ochre-colored piss. 
A golden jet that spurted out vigorously and fuming from her urethra, and in a descending parabola traveled at great speed through the air, cleaving it with combined grace and power before crashing into the contents of the suitcase.
The golden stream hit the shirts, soaking their fabric in a matter of seconds. Yellowish splashes jumped from side to side, tipping a little everywhere, thus drenching every inch, soaking the entire contents.
Diana tipped back the head, squinting slightly and feebly parting the lips. She emitted moans of genuine pleasure as her vulva dripped that copious stream of piss.
"So no one will catch us" She whispered before moaning one more time. "Ah...ah, that's great, finally!" 
She felt the walls around her bladder tighten on it, squeezing it as if it were a lemon. She sensed the abundant flow flowing into her body and then projecting out of her urethra with that unexpected vivacity.
Anne, Pearly, and Tanya were stunned to realize how much pee was pouring out of their friend.
They were surprised at how golden it was and later at the thick smoke coming from it.
Anne made to approach her, then asked in an uncertain tone. "How do you know they won't find us?"
Diana signaled her to be quiet, and in the meantime groaned, hissing air through clenched teeth.
"There’s at least another day of the show, and the owner of this suitcase will surely leave after us. There is no chance of us being discovered!"
Tanya at that point withdrew her head from the gap created between the wall and the door. "There's no one there, everyone seems to be going back to their seats!" She announced, then stared fixedly at Diana in bewilderment.
Anne metabolized her friend's words, and meanwhile her moans and whimpers sounded to her like atrocious wails.
"I have to do it too! I have to do it too!" She suddenly exclaimed, gasping.
She grabbed a backpack haphazardly, taking it from the pile beside her.
Dropping it, she unzipped it and prepared to undress.
Clothes emerged from inside the duffle bag, of a sporty kind and not as elegant as those in Diana's chosen suitcase.
But to offset that apparent gaiety in her choice of clothing, a novel also made its appearance.
Had Anne cared to read its title, she would have discovered that it was Dracula, Bram Stoker's masterpiece.
The strong fox nearly tore her panties when intent on removing them, she struggled more than expected.
Nevertheless, she hurriedly lowered them, then squatted beside that sweet little friend of hers. 
Diana held out a hand to her and smiled. Anne hesitated, then, snickering, returned the gesture.
Feeling calm, she let go of that excruciating pain that had harpooned her up to that moment.
For a while, that same pain seemed to override everything else.
Having held her piss for so long, she found it extremely difficult to perform a light urination.
She gritted the teeth, clenched Diana's hand as hard as she could, concentrated thoroughly, and finally it happened.
The pouch of her urethra barely dilated. From it gushed a river of yellow, gritty piss, which slipped downward and ended up being swallowed by the backpack, which appeared similar to a voracious mouth eager to gobble up something. 
The jet broke hard and decisively on the sports clothes, dyeing them dark, soaking every last inch of them, dipping their shiny cotton fabric.
Sweat-resistant thermal shirts were of no use, as the piss seeped into them, passing through them from side to side without wavering.
Even the famous novel was not spared. The bound cover was submerged, the pages yellowed by time became so dark that they were lost in the gloom present inside the backpack, thus making the book appear devoid of the paper that had composed it so faithfully until moments before.
The piss also flowed laterally to the contents of the backpack, thus ending up moistening its inner walls, then splashing onto the zipper, which, being made of metal, welcomed the liquid onto its own surface, as if to elevate it above all else.
"Oh my God, I feel so much better! I was about to burst!" Anne giggled and groaned again as soon as the exclamation was over.
Diana let go and turning to Pearly asked her, "Honey, don't you have a tissue, by any chance?"
With that said, transparent drops fell from the vulva and ended up crashing down on the scene of the misdeed. The little beads of piss were lost amidst all that pee, being absorbed instantly.
Pearly gasped in surprise, then reached into her jeans pockets. From one of them she pulled out a packet of tissues. She took one and handed it to her friend.
"You have to get closer, or I risk wetting the floor-I'm still dripping!" Diana told her, pained and still embarrassed.
Pearly took a few timid steps forward and handed the handkerchief to her friend.
Diana grabbed it with a quick gesture, and brought it down in contact with her dripping pussy. With slow movements, pressing and probing in several places, the handkerchief very soon became moist.
She crumpled it up and dropped it on the soaked shirts.
No sound was heard upon the placid impact.
"Phew," sighed the fox, lifting up her panties. "Wow, that was much more liberating than I imagined!"
"FINISHED!" Anne exclaimed, suddenly with a clear expression of satisfaction. "I feel really good now! Hey Pearly, I need a handkerchief too, can I have one please?"
"Yes, sure." She handed her the tissue.
Anne used it to wipe her thighs where some drops had splashed without her being able to avoid it. She immediately moved on to her pussy. She wiped her wet labia, clitoris and a small part of her groin thoroughly. "Damn, there are drops everywhere!" 
Diana smiled. "We did a really good job" She said then once Anne had reached her.
Together, side by side, they stared at the scene of the crime with a devilish grin.
"I'm partly sorry" Anne admitted, and clearing her throat she continued, "But then again, we had no other options, if we had just waited any longer it would have been over for both of us."
Her gaze fell on the handkerchief she had left inside her backpack.
Pearly intervened from behind. "Yeah, we shouldn't be proud of it, although I understand you..."
Diana turned around. "What do you mean?" 
Suddenly she groaned. "Oh God, Pearly, why are you shaking like that?" She asked in a worried tone.
Pearly shook her head, shifting to the side to hide the overwhelming anguish that was eating away at her. "I...I," she stammered. 
"I, what?" Anne laid a paw on her shoulder.
"I have to pee too, hearing you moan and breathe like that...I have to pee a lot too, but I was afraid to say so!"
The pout on Diana's little face suddenly changed; in its place appeared a splendid smile of comprehension. "But honey, you don't have to be afraid at all! No one will find out about us, I can assure you, and if you have to pee, you can use the suitcase I picked out, don't worry!"
Incited, Pearly became radiant. "Are you serious? You say I can do that?"
Diana nodded. "Of course, go ahead and release!"
"GO!" Pearly exclaimed with renewed vigor.
Almost leaping, she reached the leather suitcase used just before by Diana as a toilet.
The girl unfastened the shorts and removed the panties, these black and made of loose-mesh lace. Uncovering the beautiful underage vulva, she snuggled over the shirts with a strange elegance. Her buttocks and femur slid back with grace and harmony.
"I'm going" She announced and a moment later the gentle spilling of golden piss on the paper handkerchief was heard. It was a flat, soft sound. 
The massive influx of pee slid down the jagged walls of papers splashing from side to side.
The handkerchief soon lost its integrity, being submerged by so much ochre liquid. Pieces of paper separated, turning from milky white to silvery gray. 
The stream became merged with the shirts, which became even wetter than before, later the dam of piss flowed all around the inner perimeter of the suitcase, infiltrating inside the burrows, reaching even the most hidden garments.
"Oh God, yes, you were right!" Pearly admitted, stroking her cheek with the right paw. "This is great!"
Groaning and sighing, she drained as much piss as she could from the small urethra, ridding herself of that unspeakable burden as well.
"FREEDOM! FREEDOM!" Anne and Diana exclaimed in enthusiastic tones, pushing shoulder to shoulder and jumping on the spot.
Pearly smiled and taking a big breath, she let the last drops, the most resistant ones, abandon themselves to their sad fate.
She took a handkerchief from the packet she had deliberately placed there on the floor. She wiped herself carefully, laying the paper over every single drop that escaped the fall.
Thighs, lips, her entire vulva, gently.
"I feel great!" She admitted, getting up and composing herself.
Now that everything seemed to be over, Diana exclaimed in: "Now we need to sort out the bags and put them back in their places as soon as possible! The talk will start again in a moment."
That done, she and Anne hurried to close the leather suitcase and backpack. These appeared to be heavier because of the packed contents of them. 
Despite the new obstacle, everything was back in place within seconds.
"Great," Pearly said, who had guided them during the move. "Girls, " she then murmured, "Thank you, thank you for supporting me and pushing me to do this. Without you I would have gotten all wet..."
The three of them folded into a sincere and warm embrace. "We are sisters, and sisters help each other," Diana whispered, then, thinking she was excluding Tanya, invited the latter to join in.
But Tanya reacted ambiguously and unexpectedly. She coughed and mumbled something, stationing herself in front of the door without hinting at any movement.
"Girls, I have something to tell you too." She exclaimed. " Seeing you pee and do this kind of treasure hunt has put some pressure on me." She rubbed the back of her head with a paw. "Here, I mean..." She stammered. "I have to pee too, and you have to be the guards this time. Are you up for it?"
Diana felt she could not ignore that request from Tanya, the sweetest and kindest of the group. "Of course, honey, but be quick!"
Tanya was almost moved. She advanced, leaving her place.
Reaching the stack of suitcases, the moment to choose arrived. "Hmm, which one do I pick in your opinion?"
The others lost themselves in a few giggles of jubilation. The excitement of the context could not be ignored.
"THE BLUE ONE!"
"THE BLACK ONE!"
There were several options; finally Tanya opted for a zebra-striped suitcase. She lowered it to the floor and opened it.
She placed it in front of her, so that she was the only one to peer inside.
"What's in it?" Pearly asked.
"Just clothes, fortunately."
With that said, Tanya, who was the only one wearing a skirt, slipped her hands under the hem of the latter. Grabbing the panties by the side flaps, she brought them down to the ankles, pacing the drop with an alternating movement of the legs.
Squatting down, she grasped the front hem of the skirt and brought it up to her thighs so as to reveal her sublime vulva, rosy and soft in features.
Thin lips, swollen and aroused clitoris...
She set the aim, directing it toward the raised front of the briefcase.
She bit her lower lip. Forehead beaded with sweat, glasses lowered to the tip of her little nose, again.
"This is it," she murmured, the others anxiously waiting.
Groaning under her breath and hissing, Tanya focused.
Her urethra vibrated for a moment, then she allowed a placid squirt to spurt out.
Timidly, the jet of piss impacted on the briefcase, bouncing backward it dropped firmly on the clothes neatly folded in place.
Dark patches formed on these, surrounded by small circles caused by the more enterprising drops.
Tanya hissed again, and another jet, this time more substantial, took to gushing from her pussy.
As ochre as the light emitted from the chandelier, the stream crashed down in the exact same spot as before. Sliding downward, bouncing back again, imitating the shape of a well-curved scythe.
Clothes became soaked in the most extreme sense. 
Shirts, pants, and undershirts quickly became soggy. The stream of piss spread like a wildfire, leaving nothing immaculate behind.
"Oh, I really feel reborn" announced  Tanya at last, once she sensed that splendid and satisfying sense of emptiness within herself.
Wiping off with a handkerchief given to her by Pearly, she stood up. 
Folding the case back, she paused to look at the finished work. She saw the handkerchief remain lying on a bed of properly wet clothes. 
Smiling with a great sense of contentment, she put the suitcase back in its place. 
She took the opportunity to read the name on the label. "Ron Van Der Saint, thank you very much."
Once reunited with the group, the latter slipped out of the warehouse.
Being able to run freely without that deadly weight on their stomachs, the girls headed for the conference room.
There they arrived out of breath, and discovered that the history professor had been cause for delay in the continuation of the talk.
Noting this, they took their seats where they had left off, and shaking hands respectively, they smiled at each other.
Without speaking, they realized that they were keeping a secret that should remain so until the end of their days.