Aria Saran (26), was an exceptionally ravishing and
voluptuous young woman, who mirrored one of those impeccable-looking
mademoiselles pictured on magazine covers. At her youthful age, she had become
an executive personal assistant for a 65-year-old billionaire casino baron,
Richard Sterling. She didn’t just exude a breath-taking aura when being within
close proximity, but also looked ethereally radiant from afar. Aria carried out
all her work with great efficiency, handling an array of responsibilities with
indefectible dexterity. The work that she produced, was always concluded ahead
of schedule, and she diligently carried out all that her boss required of her.
Aria ensured that she maintained an affable, twinkling and enchanting smile on
her lustrous porcelain-like face. She always sought to eclipse expectations in
order to enthuse Richard, and covertly cherished the notion that this would
gain benevolence from his side.
Aria was somewhat factitiously exquisite from head to toe,
and had utilized diverse body enhancement techniques to mould the impression of
appearing candidly unblemished. Her physical appearance was of utmost gravity
to her, and she endeavoured to extravagant lengths to guarantee that she
appeared as arresting as it was conceivable to actualize. These aspirations
compensated enough to make her catch the eye, even amidst other physically
glamorous women. Aria had long straight luxurious jet-black hair that was
precisely pruned, and which extended to about halfway down her back. She was of
lightly tanned complexion, had capacious and bewitching deep blue eyes, a
perfectly shaped button nose, and luscious rosy lips that were accentuated by
the buttress of Botox injections. Aria’s jet-black eyebrows and eyelashes were
also impeccably shaped, making her ravishing eyes stand out further, and granting
her the appearance of a photo-shopped supermodel. Aria’s glistening and perfect
pearly whites completed her facial allure. From this gorgeous face, her slim
and slender neck flowed, leading to her stunning figure. Her lithe shoulders
extended out into long slim smooth arms, which led to graceful delicate hands,
and ended with long elegant fingers and beautifully French manicured finger-nails.
Her firm, succulent, perfectly shaped and silicon-enhanced
breasts featured light brown nipples. A glimpse below these breasts, showed off
a slim and well-exercised mid-section that featured a cute belly-button, with a
dainty glittering diamond stud in the centre. This beautiful mid-section extended
slightly sideways to gorgeous shapely hips, which really swayed with elegant feminine
rhythm as Aria walked, especially in lofty stiletto heels, or leather stiletto boots
that went up to her knees or thighs. Behind these swaying hips was an
amazing-looking silicon-enhanced butt; firm, sexy, smooth, and shaped like it
had been sculpted by a great Renaissance sculptor.
These lovely hips and round butt led down to long
silky-smooth legs that featured very professionally waxed thighs and shapely
calves, which resembled something digitally created. Aria had recently
undergone a liposuction procedure on her thighs, which contributed to this
symmetrical appearance. Her knees were well-rounded and smooth, and did not
have darkened centre portions. Aria ensured that she never kneeled on a hard
surface, as this would discolour and roughen her knees, making them appear
unattractive. Her gorgeous pair of legs ended off with a pair of shapely
elegant feminine feet. Her feet flowed with the same type of flawless elegance
as the rest of her model-like body. They were clean, smooth and beautiful,
ending in really gorgeous and perfectly sized toes, with professionally pedicured
toenails. Aria ensured that her feet were always heavily perfumed and smelled
like fresh roses, so that they would seem so desirable and kissable in her sexy
high-heeled shoes, or as she walked barefoot on the plush carpet in hers and
Richards offices. Beautiful Aria, standing at over 1.7 metres tall barefoot,
really looked more like a model out of Vogue than a secretary working for a
casino tycoon. She didn’t use any colourful nail polish, as she felt it made
her look slutty. The French beauty style suited her and made her look truly
divine. Both her fingernails and toenails looked smooth, finely filed, shiny
and perfectly rounded.
Richard Sterling, the 65-year-old casino tycoon, found the
lovely Aria fascinating. She always looked and smelt so flawless and
angelically beautiful, with her smooth tanned silky skin, and gleaming smile.
She made him feel young again, and got his old heart racing. Richard’s own wife
Ingrid, was around his own age, and wasn’t anywhere near as attractive as the
gorgeous Aria. With age, her looks had faded, and she was no longer as sexually
active as she had been years before. Aria made Richard all fuzzy and horny
inside. She made him smile with a mesmerized and captivated expression on his
wrinkled face. She always pleased him and made him feel more emotionally
elevated than he had been in a number of years. This was something that he had
long lost with Ingrid, and it was making him grow increasingly close to Aria.
She could see this, and it was exactly what she had been secretly and greedily hoping
for.
Every time she smiled at Richard, her glamorous eyes gleamed
like the deep blue ocean; her mind filled with thoughts of the lavish billionaire
lifestyle that she was increasingly gravitating towards. She knew very well
that Richard was no longer entertained by Ingrid, and she was cunningly using
this knowledge to her advantage. She was feigning being sympathetic towards
him; speaking in sweet soft seductive tones and softly whispering in his ear.
Proceedings between Richard and Aria went on like this for a while, and within
just 3 months of her employment in the casino business, he appeared to have fallen
in love with her. This development though, was just a case of lust, rather than
genuine love. In all this time, Richard had been moving further away from Ingrid,
while trying to hide his lusty desires for sexy Aria away from both her and his
adult children.
Richard’s own children were a bit older than Aria, and were
suspicious of their fathers increasingly private and mysterious behaviour,
where it seemed as though he was trying to conceal something from them. His 2
daughters, Leah (29), and Alexis (27), decided to conduct their own private
investigation into his odd behaviour, in order to attempt to figure out what
was going on behind the scenes. They told their mother Ingrid about this plan
of theirs, and she agreed that figuring out what Richard was up to, would be a
good idea. At first, Ingrid suggested that they should contact the television
programme, Cheaters, in order to carry out an undercover investigation on
Richard, but her daughters convinced her that they were quite capable of
following him undetected. Leah was a post-graduate cognitive neuroscience
student, while Alexis was a post-graduate mathematical physics student. Both
very bright young women, they felt confident about their ability to secretly
trail their father and monitor his whereabouts.
As Richard drove to work in his Aston Martin DB 11, his
daughters followed him from quite a distance, travelling in Leah’s Mini Cooper.
Interestingly, he didn’t travel straight to work. Instead, he took a turn into
the parking bay of an upmarket residential building; the El Ritzo deluxe
suites. This was one of the most expensive apartment complexes in the area;
featuring high security, a swimming pool, massage service, squash court, tennis
court, private chef and concierge services. The ladies were rather alarmed, but
knew that they couldn’t follow him while he was on the premises. Richard parked
the DB 11 in a visitor’s area and stepped out; holding a bunch of fresh red
roses and a box of pricey Swiss chocolates in his hands. When the ladies saw
this they became deeply upset, as they knew that their billionaire father was
probably having an affair, but they didn’t know with whom. They parked the Mini
Cooper in a concealed location near the upscale premises, and decided to hide
some distance from the building, in order to see if Richard would emerge with
anybody.
After approximately half an hour of patient waiting, Richard
emerged with Aria, hand in hand. They were smiling seductively at each other,
as though they were two love-smitten teenagers. Standing next to the Aston
Martin, they began kissing passionately. Richard was groping Aria’s tight sexy
bum, and pulling her closer to him, as if attempting to make sexual contact with
her genitalia through her clothing. It was quite a steamy few minutes, with
much fondling, kissing and groping taking place. In the heat of lusty passion, Aria
was lifting up her shapely legs at the knees; first the right, and then the
left, back and forth. Each time Richard grabbed her butt and kissed her, she
made a soft squeaking and giggling sound, resembling an immature teenage girl.
Aria looked as gorgeous as usual; her hair in a glossy pony-tail, wearing a skin-tight
pair of dark blue jeans, a red G-string that was slightly visible, an expensive
fur-lined coat, a pair of suede knee-high stiletto boots, and a black leather
belt lined with glittering diamond studs. In those beautiful pointy boots, she
looked even taller than usual, and appeared strikingly attractive; just oozing
sex appeal.
When the 2 young women witnessed this shamefully lusty scene,
they became very angry. They could see what a smooth and card-playing vixen
Aria was, and felt that she must have planned to snatch their father for his vast
financial resources, for some time now. They were appalled by her behaviour,
and how deeply infatuated Richard seemed with her. They were also embarrassed
and disgusted by how their elderly father was behaving in such an openly lusty
fashion, where he was groping Aria like a sex-crazed maniac. Now that they had
confirmed what had been suspected, they decided to tell Ingrid about it, and
then seek revenge on the ravishing gold-digging Aria. Ingrid was understandably
upset to hear the disappointing news, but told her daughters that she had been
suspecting an affair between Richard and Aria for a while now. All 3 of them
were upset and enraged; feeling hurt and deeply betrayed. Although they were
furious with their father, they seemed even more furious with Aria, as she
always spoke so innocently to them, like she was a friend of theirs. They vowed
to teach her a lesson that she would not only remember for the rest of her
life, but one that would send her flying right out of their own lives forever. They
needed to give Aria a serious shock that would totally shatter the world that
she thought she had created for herself.
Leah and Alexis knew that Aria was their father’s executive
personal assistant, as they had previously seen her in that position, whenever staff
functions were being held at the company. At those functions, Aria was seen strutting
around in 5-inch designer stilettos and skin-tight dresses, chatting openly to
people, swaying her curvaceous hips, and tossing her silky hair from side to
side; all while never failing to maintain a constantly glittering and fake
smile. She was always focused on impressing people, so that she would be
admired. They knew some of the details of her working hours, like what time she
started, what time the lunch break was scheduled for, what time Aria completed work
at the end of the day etc. They had also just found out that she resided in the
upmarket El Ritzo complex, and probably in the penthouse apartment too. They
were sure that their father had purchased the fancy residence for Aria, along
with the incredibly expensive red Lamborghini Gallardo that they had seen in
the car park. The parking space was reserved for an ‘A. Saran’, which obviously
meant Aria Saran. Oh my word thought the young ladies. What a sexy-sounding
name, Aria Saran, and what a sexy car, a flashy Lamborghini. Sexy Aria Saran,
driving a howling V-10 Lamborghini Gallardo. This type of supercar would make
her look even sexier. How on earth could a personal assistant possibly afford
something so ridiculously expensive? After all, Leah and Alexis drove rather
ordinary cars, and strove to work themselves up to where they wanted to be, in
order to buy the expensive things that they desired. That is the manner in
which their parents had raised them. Yet, here their lust-smitten father was,
buying such outrageously expensive stuff for Aria. What could she possibly have
done as a mere damn P A to be entitled to such things? She was just a glorified
common clerk, that’s all. She didn’t even have a university degree; not even a
low-end degree like a BA. They wondered just how many millions their father had
splashed on this ravishing gold-digging beauty queen thus far. Aria was really
digging for gold, and was certainly very successful at striking it rich too.
What a conniving, narcissistic and self-centred bitch this Aria Saran was. She
would pay dearly for all this. After monitoring her movements for a few days,
the young ladies knew her routine and habits well. It was now time to develop
and implement their plan of revenge.
Aria was always dressed in a manner that made men swoon, and
was constantly making an attraction of herself. This made other ladies envious,
as their husbands or boyfriends were constantly staring at her. Since Aria
sought to be the object of attention for everything, where physical beauty and
wealth were involved, the young ladies wanted to give her a very humiliating
experience in public, where everybody could witness it in broad daylight. They
also wanted to be present to see it happen, as did Ingrid. Their father was
well-known, so it wouldn’t matter whether he was present or not. However, if he
did happen to be present, many other people would notice for sure, and would
snicker at him for cheating with a young woman who had embarrassed herself very
publicly. This would serve Richard right, as he would become a laughing stock
too. It would be a good lesson to both Richard and Aria, and serve as a sobering
example of what such lewd behaviour can lead to.
After considerable forethought; Leah and Alexis decided that
it was time for their plan. The following day was Friday, and it was projected
to be a day that haughty Aria would never forget. They contemplated how it
would be if Aria was in aching need of using the toilet, and what would happen to
her if she was delayed in relieving herself, as her need to void was becoming
increasingly and frantically urgent. They smiled at this thought, imagining how
the snooty bitch would look, frantically strutting around harum-scarum in her sky-high
stiletto heels, while desperately seeking out lavatory facilities that were
unavailable. Aria was always so supercilious, and seemed as though she
micromanaged the world, merely by snapping her fingers or tapping those
stiletto heels on the floor. It would be riveting to see what would happen if
she was in a frantic situation where she was about to be dreadfully mortified,
and had no control over what was going to potentially unfold. Such an
experience would certainly take her right out of her snooty comfort zone, and
give her quite a shock. They planned to set this shock into motion at lunch
time on Friday, and spend the afternoon revelling in the unfolding spectacle.
FRIDAY MORNING, 7:48
It was a gorgeous Northern hemisphere day; bright and sunny,
with blue skies and a light breeze. Since it was summer time, it was balmy and
pleasant. At 7:49, there was a thunderous V-10 bellow, as a striking red Lamborghini
Gallardo entered the main gates of the casino complex. After casual security
checks, the boom gate rose, and the obscenely expensive supercar glided onto
the property and entered the car park, gleaming in the blazing sunlight.
Glamorous Aria was all poshed-up and driving, looking as stunning as ever, with
her nose held high in the air for people to see. Other women gave her annoyed
glances, thinking that she was silly and immature, but also envious that their
boss had chosen Aria over them. Further envy was sourced from the fact that
this pretty 26-year-old personal assistant was now part of the billionaire
lifestyle, despite having earned none of it. Aria performed a few quick manoeuvres,
parked her sexy Italian machine, revved the engine a few times, and prepared herself
to exit.
7:52
The sight of Aria with her full body visible, was quite something
to behold. Her long glossy hair was set in its usual glossy pony-tail, which
kept it neat and tidy, but also looking really gorgeous. Not a single hair was
out of place. Aria was wearing $ 1000 Gucci sunglasses, a $ 500 Valentino floral
designer tunic with frilly bottoms, and a skin-tight pair of white $ 900 Versace
skinny cotton stretch denim jeans; which accentuated her perfect figure and
amplified her sexiness. She also wore a white leather belt, embedded with
sapphire studs that glistened in the sunlight. Those jeans felt very tight and
were a bit difficult to put on, but Aria loved the way they made her look and
feel. Under that, Aria wore a white silk G-string, which made her beautiful
assets stand out in a more defined way against her skin-tight jeans. The jeans
showed off her beautiful butt and shapely hips in a way that just oozed pure
sexiness. Since her jeans was so tight, the outline of her well-exercised
thighs was visible. Aria’s sexy legs seemed to stretch forever. The definition
of her beautiful calves also showed against the tight jeans that was clinging
to them. The skin-tight outline of Aria’s legs and figure, was further
accentuated by $ 2000 Jimmy Choo narrow Chantilly high heels that stood
5-inches tall; along with lace-mesh detailing and diamond studs that were
beautifully positioned on them. They really were gorgeous stilettos, and any
fashion conscious woman would have been so envious of them, wishing that they
were on her own feet rather than this bimbo glamour-babe Aria Saran. With these
impossible stiletto heels, she stood tall at well over 1.8 metres, looking
every bit like a supermodel that had walked right off a catwalk in Paris and
into the casino complex. Aria smelt irresistibly gorgeous too, wearing $ 220 ‘Eau
de Parfum Sensuous’ by Estee Lauder, in a rather liberal amount. She was
carrying a $ 3000 Louie Vuitton handbag, which was filled with personal beauty
products, personal documents and a few electronic devices. She remotely switched
on her car alarm and snootily strutted like a model; one leg in front of the
other; straight into the elevator, which then took her right up to Richards
office.
8:00
Aria arrived at Richards office, placed down her Louie
Vuitton handbag on her desk, and immediately prepared cups of strong coffee for
both of them. They sat together, drank coffee, looked at each other and spoke.
Richard became increasingly excited by Aria’s gorgeous Estee Lauder scent. This
scent worked perfectly with Aria, and made him stare at her beautiful body from
head to toe, which is exactly what she had wanted. She sought to keep this
lusty relationship as steamy as possible, so that Richard would have reason to
constantly shower her with gifts and money, and not look for another sexy
glamour babe to satisfy his carnal desires. The working day at the office
didn’t officially start until 9:00. At 8:20, Aria walked up to Richard like a
cunning vixen, slowly grabbed his crotch, and held his balls. She almost
immediately felt his aging penis go all stiff in her silky hand, as though he
had been anticipating that she would strut over to him and do that. He grabbed
her by the waist, swung her around, and started fondling her beautifully enhanced
breasts through her pretty tunic. He didn’t squeeze them at once, but moved
slowly. Richard wanted Aria’s sexual arousal to peak, before taking things to a
very steamy level. He pulled her tunic frills aside, and admired just how well
that top fitted on her upper body. Then, he squeezed her right breast gently,
while using his left hand to fondle between her thighs. Richard felt Aria’s
thighs push together, and her nipples hardened. Aria was feeling all fuzzy
inside, and really wanted to be screwed hard. He then grabbed her tight bum and
pulled her close, so that both of them could feel his erect penis touching her
through their clothes, right in between her thighs. With this motion, she
grabbed his penis and squeezed it hard. It was so stiff. And he was 65 years
old! He must be taking Viagra, Aria thought to herself.
He lifted Aria up, resting her pretty bum against the front
of his polished oak desk. Then, she began kissing him passionately, making sure
her heavy Estee Lauder perfume and strawberry lip-gloss, kept him in a state of
pure ecstasy. Richard and Aria were really in a sexual frenzy now, and began to
lose control. While her sexy butt lay resting on the oak desk, Richard pulled
down the zipper on his pants and ripped his belt away. Aria could see the bulge
of his erect penis in his underwear. She began to unbuckle her belt and pull it
away, as Richard pulled down the zipper on her tight jeans, and unbuttoned it. He
grabbed the sides of her skin-tight Versace jeans, and pulled it down to below
her knees. Aria stood tall in her G-string while Richard rubbed his hand on it,
feeling her pussy lips through the luxurious silk. Aria was wet, but her
panties were just damp rather than soaked. The smell of her Estee Lauder
perfume, mixed with the sweet tender smell of her pussy juices, sent Richard
into the wild frenzy that Aria had been hoping for. She pulled his underwear
off and began sucking on his hard penis, while Richard played with her ravenous
hair. Aria then stood up, nipples hardened and pussy all wet. She turned
around, placed her palms on Richard’s desk, and spread her legs slightly apart.
In his wild lustful state, Richard pulled Aria’s silk G-string down, and
inserted his erect penis into her wet pussy. As he screwed her like a possessed
animal, she groaned with pure pleasure, smiling to herself, as she thought of
the ton of money that she could basically use to buy anything that she wanted,
simply by pleasing this man, clicking her fingers and tapping her stiletto
heels on the shiny tiles. In fact, Aria knew that he was so mad about her, that
he would willingly give her absolutely anything that money can buy. He was
right under her manicured claws. After 5 minutes of screwing Aria’s tight
pussy, he removed his penis and inserted it into her anus. Aria’s anus was so
young and tight, which amplified the pleasure for both of them. As her sexual
pleasure increased, Aria thrust her sexy bum outwards, so that Richard’s penis
could penetrate even deeper into her tight arse. While screwing Aria’s anus,
Richard pulled her head back and grabbed her breasts again, squeezing her
nipples. Aria’s tits were so hard, and her pussy was dripping thick white pussy
juices onto her thighs. She was in heaven, and so was Richard. He then turned
her around, made her kneel on the plush carpets; ejaculating all over her
bulging breasts, face and open mouth. They kissed each other passionately for
another 2 minutes, and then he smoked a cigarette to relax. Aria never smoked cigarettes,
and instead chewed strawberry gum to freshen her breath.
9:00
By 8:45, this steamy lust session was over. Richard looked incredibly
delighted and felt deeply relaxed. Lusty morning sex was such a great start to
the day, and Aria was absolutely wonderful at delivering it in the best
possible way. She was pure perfection, and Richard could not believe that he
had found her. Aria smiled at him and went to the bathroom to freshen up for
the day. At 9:00 the working day commenced. There was nothing great about work
that particular Friday morning. As usual, Richard would call the heads of all
his casinos, and find out how business was. If certain casinos were not doing
as well as expected, he would take care of it. He was a superb businessman, and
knew exactly how to take care of all his financial issues. Not really knowing
much about high-end multi-billion-dollar business, Aria just sat by like a
beauty queen. As per Richard’s request, she occasionally answered calls, made
appointments with clients, and ran important errands for his office. A few
business people came in and out during the day, and had meetings with Richard, but
other than that, it really was a quiet morning. Richard occasionally emerged
from his office, sometimes chatting to people outside the room, and at other
times flirting with or winking at Aria, especially when the 2 of them were
alone. Richard Sterling could never remember being this excited about a woman
before, or anything for that matter. This Aria Saran was everything that a
truly beautiful woman should be, and a whole lot more. She was a dream; a dream
that was a walking and breathing reality in the flesh, with a glorious scent, ravenous
hair, silky-smooth skin, skin-tight clothes and sexy sky-high stilettos. Aria
was beyond amazing. Richard would buy absolutely anything that she wanted, as
he always wanted to see her happy. After all, money was absolutely no object in
his billionaire world, and it seemed to bring great delight to Aria. It was so
easy to make her happy, and keep her as his gorgeous sexual pleasure-doll. So
then, this passionate relationship was taken care off. Richard would provide
the money, while Aria would provide the beauty, lustful passion and sex. Both of
them were happy. It was a match made in heaven, or so it seemed.
11:45
It was now approaching midday. Peak temperatures were being
reached, and the air-conditioners in the office were activated. Aria walked
around in her high heels, and used a small container to water some potted
plants that were in the upper floor reception area, as well as in hers and
Richard’s offices. She also pruned some of the overgrown stems, and removed the
dried leaves that had fallen to the bottom, or were beginning to desiccate. Lunch
at the office was scheduled for 13:00, and was delivered through a paid service
called Delivery Express… Delivery Express was affiliated with a number of
takeaways and restaurants in the area, and customers could order from many of
them. A driver from the service would then travel to the respective outlet,
pick up the food and deliver it to the appropriate customer. It was now 11:48,
and Aria consulted Richard on what he wished to consume for lunch. After he had
made his choice, she also made her own decision. She then sent out the order to
Delivery Express on the office telephone, as she always did. Richard was going
to have a ribeye steak from Chops Grille, along with potato wedges, blue cheese
and cherry diet coke, while Aria opted for a healthier meal of sushi, sashimi
and white grape juice from Izumi Hibachi. Lunch was to be delivered promptly by
13:00. Richard’s 2 daughters, Leah and Alexis, had previously worked at
Delivery Express, as a way to earn pocket money in their teenage years and
early twenties. Due to this prior work experience, they knew a number of people
who worked at the company. They secretly let some of their previous co-workers
at Delivery Express into their plan to sabotage Aria’s food, and told them how
Aria and Richard had been having an affair. Delivery Express was known to leave
the food at the bottom of the main casino complex building, at the reception
desk. Staff members at the company were responsible for taking it up to the
respective people on the higher floors, including Richard and Aria. Leah and
Alexis decided to take the food directly from Delivery Express to the casino
complex. They knew that they would not be detected on CCTV cameras, because
Richard had previously mentioned that the entire security system was undergoing
servicing between 10:00 and 14:00 that Friday.
12:20
The young ladies had access to the order by 12:22, and drove
to Leah’s nearby apartment. They didn’t have much time, so immediately set to
work modifying the food. Of course, this was illegal, and they would face
charges if ever caught out, but they were willing to work discreetly and take
their chances, as they really wanted to teach snobbish Aria a lesson. They left
Richard’s order aside, and half-thought of modifying that too, but then decided
against it. They thought that Richard might be more humiliated if he saw Aria
in a mortifying position in public, than if he was embarrassed with something
directly affecting him. So, it was Aria’s food that they were really interested
in tampering with. The ladies put on latex rubber gloves, tied their hair back,
and worked like experimental scientists. Aria’s portion of sushi and sashimi
was quite small (about 200 grams) and low in calorie count, while the white
grape juice was a small bottle (about 375 millilitres). She had to eat like
this, in order to maintain her beautiful figure. Leah and Alexis had brought laxatives
and diuretics with them, both in powdered form. These were very strong, but
worked gradually and built up in intensity with time. Leah mixed a generous
amount of the laxative powder with some wasabi. She also mixed some of it in a
paste form and carefully injected it in numerous tiny amounts at various points
in the sushi and sashimi. Leah had also neutralised the taste of the laxative
by flavouring it with a bit of caramel and soy sauce. This taste was almost
identical to the sweetish-sour taste of the sushi and sashimi, and when
combined with the potent taste of wasabi, would not be detected by Aria. She would
probably just think that that was how the taste was supposed to be. Leah
tampered with the food so carefully that it looked completely untouched, as did
the packaging. She knew that such a laxative would take around 3 hours to start
working, but would increase rapidly in its intensity thereafter. It was meant
to initially soften stools in the first 3 hours, then work on the bowels to
make them contract with greater frequency and force, until the need to defecate
became very urgent and immediate, and then even uncontrollable within another
hour. Since Aria was scheduled to complete work at 15:30 on a Friday, and
usually visited the mall before going to her apartment, they thought that she
might be having desperate bowel contractions while sitting in her Lamborghini,
or in some public area in the mall complex. They knew that Aria was snooty
enough not to use public toilets, so they wondered how she would respond as her
bowel movements became increasingly intense. The ladies wondered what Aria’s
state would be between 4 and 5 o clock, by which time the laxative was expected
to be working at its most potent level. If she was not at the mall, and decided
to go to the El Ritzo complex, she was going to have to be in front of many
people. The reason for this, was that there was going to be a party at the El
Ritzo complex that night, and the ladies were attending with Ingrid. Aria would
have to park her Lamborghini Gallardo, walk past all those people (many of
which knew the sexy stiletto-wearing vixen), pass the reception desk and
concierge services, walk to the elevator, go up to the floor of her apartment,
and then unlock and disarm the alarm system before going inside and racing to
the toilet. That was a lot of stuff for Aria to have to do, while she would be
standing in sky-high stilettos, wearing skin-tight jeans and struggling to hold
her constantly contracting bowels. Leah thought that this would be a most
intriguing sight, to see Aria in that state.
Meanwhile, Alexis had dropped a generous amount of diuretic
powder into Aria’s grape juice, shook it gently, and carefully screwed the cap
back on, along with a new plastic seal to make it appear un-tampered with. The
diuretic would also take some time to start working, but would work steadily
thereafter, just like the laxative. Alexis wondered how Aria would be able to
deal with both a frantic urge to pee and shit, at the same time, while dressed
as she did. Stilettos might look sexy and elegant, but also make standing and
walking difficult, as they are unnaturally shaped and put pressure on the feet,
toes, legs, back and mid-section. Adding a full bladder and bowels to this
difficulty would make for quite a challenge. The ladies were so meticulous with
how they had manipulated Aria’s food and drink, that they left no trace.
Everything looked normal, which is exactly what they had wanted.
13:00
The food was promptly delivered to the casino-complex at the
expected time. Richard and Aria were in his office when it arrived, and both of
them were now quite hungry. The steamy lust session earlier that day, must have
used up quite a bit of energy. The laxative and diuretic substances had been
fully absorbed in the sushi, sashimi, wasabi and grape juice by now, leaving no
discernible trace in terms of taste. This was even better than what Leah and
Alexis had hoped for, as Aria would have no reason to suspect anything. Once
the tea lady took the food from the bottom floor to the top floor, it was
delivered to Richard and Aria’s offices shortly after. Aria washed her hands
with perfumed liquid soap, and gave Richard his steak meal. She sat opposite
him at his desk, and opened her meal. Sexy Aria sat in a very feminine manner,
with her thighs crossed and stiletto heels pointing at an angle and into the air.
Her thoughts wandered off to the steamy sex that she and Richard had had on
that oak desk earlier that day, and she smiled to herself while chewing. She
ate in a very dainty manner; using a small knife to smear wasabi on the sushi
and sashimi, then seductively placed them in her beautiful mouth, one piece at
a time, before chewing in a very elegant fashion. She also took small quiet sips
of her grape juice, with slow elegant motions of her hand, neck and mouth. Aria
was a very pretty sight indeed, and paid meticulous attention to how she
presented herself under all circumstances. Richard carved through his ribeye steak,
and smeared the potato wedges with blue cheese, before eating quite rapidly. He
also drank his diet cherry coke in a few gulps, and lacked the class that Aria
displayed. Even if Aria was disgusted by the manner in which he consumed his
meal, she would have said nothing, as this was just a minor issue compared to
all the material benefits she was receiving from him. She also reminded herself
that her utmost duty was to constantly please Richard, so that she could always
receive gifts and money in exchange. She would always please him, even if it
was with lies and manipulation. At no point must she ever displease him. He
must always feel amazing when she is around. It was Aria’s duty, and she could
never fail at it. Around 13:30, after lunch had been consumed, Richard informed
Aria that he had to leave on business for a few hours; telling her that they
could possibly meet for dinner at the El Ritzo complex or at a fine-dining restaurant
in a new shopping mall that had recently been constructed. With a wide smile,
he handed Aria a $ 5000 gift voucher, which she could use to go on a short
shopping spree at an upmarket clothing store that she had previously mentioned
to him. Aria was delighted. Life was truly wonderful, or so it seemed. Her
thoughts immediately focused on upmarket clothing, shoes and toiletries, as she
thought of what exactly she would purchase with that $ 5000.
13:45
Richard left the office, but not before pulling Aria close
to his body, taking a deep breath of her gorgeous Estee Lauder scent, squeezing
her tight bum cheeks, and giving her a seductive kiss. The classy glamour queen
spent the next hour in Richard’s office; making calls to friends, using the
internet to download episodes of Keeping up with the Kardashian’s, looking
through beauty catalogues and comparing her looks to that of the models
featured on those pages, admiring her already flawless looks in the mirror,
admiring and blowing her nails, playing with a rubber band, and setting her
hair that was already in place. She opened her Jimmy Choo Chantilly stilettos
and massaged her feet, as those heels were squeezing her toes and making her
sole’s ache. Aria strutted around the office, loving the feel of the plush
carpets on her sexy smooth feet and toes. She felt as though she was the
billionaire and owned everything, rather than Richard. She probably felt like
she really owned everything, as she regularly used her sexy body to take
Richard on a trip to the stars, and felt that she controlled him. Since he
owned all the material possessions, she could get any of it, or even take it
all. Aria knew that Richard was head-over-heels for her, and had already
revealed so much about his life. She thought that she must know more about him
than his wife Ingrid did. Her stunning beauty was certainly an asset, and Aria
was using it to her absolute advantage. She smiled to herself as she thought
about how she had nabbed this powerful billionaire, while his older wife had
been left behind. She had so cunningly manipulated her way to the top, and
could dangle Richard according to whatever string she chose. She looked at
herself in the mirror again, feeling extremely powerful and proud. Sexy Aria
gave herself a seductive wink in the mirror, and let out a little sarcastic
giggle, as she thought about how she was playing the world. She was getting her
way with everything, yet under the great beautiful mask she was still just an
evil, conniving, heartless gold-digger who was partially made of silicon and
Botox. Aria certainly wore her bewitching mask very well, concealing just what
a putrid and fake creature she was, underneath all that. Without all her bodily
enhancements, she would not look so striking. After all, she had Botox in her
lips, porcelain coatings on her teeth, Silicon in her breasts, and even larger
quantities of it in her tight bum cheeks. She was as fake as could be.
14:45
Just then, Richard called her, stating that there was no
more office business for the rest of the day, and that she should leave early
and have some fun. Aria was thrilled to hear this, and decided that she would take
a drive in her Lamborghini. With the top down, everyone could see and admire
her. She wanted the attention, and wanted men to stare at her angelic looks.
She also loved seeing those envious glances from other women, as it made her
feel so haughty, powerful and superior to them. She had no idea where she was
going to drive to, and decided to have a think about it. Perhaps she could go
shopping for new clothes and shoes, and blow the $ 5000 that Richard had given
her. Aria remembered the new Fortune Fashionista shopping mall that had
recently been constructed. It was about 45 minutes away, and the route to get
there was lined with beautiful natural scenery and wide roads. It would be so
perfect to drive her Lamborghini there, as the brutal acceleration would be
orgasmic. She had never been to Fortune Fashionista before, but knew that it was
really large and exclusive; and built for the upper crust of society. It was
just her type of place. She wondered if there would be any young and handsome
guys present, as she loved flirting. It was always a great bonus if these guys
were rich, as it was a great opportunity for Aria to attach herself and milk
them for all they were worth, then turn around and give them a few hard kicks
with her sexy stilettos, as soon as they had no more gifts and money to offer
her. Aria strutted barefoot back to her office, and sat on her plush leather
chair. She picked up her Louie Vuitton handbag, and looked for her array of
perfumes and foot creams. After delicately applying Crème de La Mer to her feet
and toes, she sprayed them with a large amount of Lacoste ‘Touch of Pink’ perfume.
Although her feet always smelled like fresh roses, she had to make sure they
remained that way. Aria also sprayed some ‘Touch of Pink’ perfume into her
stiletto heels. Thereafter, she sprayed the Estee Lauder ‘Eau de Parfum
Sensuous’ perfume on her hair, upper body, around her vaginal area and bum, and
under her arms. Aria further applied
Crème de La Mer to her hands, to ensure that they remained silky, smooth and
soft. She then put on her Chantilly heels and Gucci sunglasses, then picked up
her handbag. She switched off the computers, lights, air-conditioning, locked
up the doors, and then strutted out into the elevator. Aria arrived down in the
reception area, snobbishly walked past the people who were working there, and
continued strutting into the car park, where her sexy Italian beast was parked.
She strutted towards her car and opened the top, using a remote control. The
sun was shining very brightly at this time of day, and it would be a pleasant
drive with the roof down.
14:57
Aria slid elegantly into the plush alcantara seat, closed
the door, turned the key, and pushed the big red start button on the centre
console. This immediately fired up the powerful Italian V-10 heart. It exploded
into life, and made her feel powerful, as though she was in control of a raging
bull. She slowly drove out of the car park, and on her way towards the main
gates of the casino complex. It was now 14:59. She glanced snootily at the boom
gate operator, and drove out of the property as the gate rose. Aria drove for
about 5 minutes, weaving through traffic and heading towards the main freeway.
She received envious and gaping looks from the drivers of the surrounding cars.
She saw such cars as being part of what she called a tin-can brigade. Aria had
a real machine, and other cars were just moving pieces of cheap metal to her,
and looked like tin cans that sardines or baked beans came in. At the traffic
lights, she deliberately revved her V-10 engine, so that she could bring even
more attention to herself, and her uber-wealthy appearance. Aria continued
driving, and reached the main freeway that connected the city that she was
coming from, to the city that Fortune Fashionista was located in. With the wind
blowing in her hair, and the thunderous V-10 soundtrack bellowing from the quad
exhaust pipes at the back, she raced along and regularly exceeded the speed
limit. It was an awesome experience; especially with the fast and bass-filled trance
music blasting from the sub-woofers of the Lamborghini. Aria drove like this
for about 15 minutes, enjoying all the attention she was getting from other
road-users, especially the guys. Even girls stared at Aria, stunned by her
glamourous appearance and flashy lifestyle.
15:19
Due to the speed she was travelling at, Aria was now
approximately halfway to the mall. She soon noticed that there was traffic
ahead, and had to slow down. She wondered why such a fast and wide road would
be filled with traffic, when it was purposely designed for a number of cars to
be able to travel fast at once. As Aria drove closer, she realised that the
traffic was moving very slowly, and almost appeared to be stagnating. After
peering some distance in front to see what was going on, she decided to turn on
the radio, and tune into the local news station. The DJ stated that there had
been a major road-block that had been set up, and that it was for the purpose of
surprise drug checks. Apparently, 3 vehicles had been found with crystal
methamphetamine in them, and the occupants had been arrested and taken to the
police station. Aria did not take any narcotics, and had none in the
Lamborghini either. She knew that drugs would damage her body and turn her
looks into something hideous. Aria briefly imagined how she would look if she
had taken methamphetamine. She saw herself with dull hair, wrinkled and faded
skin, as well as rotting teeth and glassy eyes. Aria immediately shuddered at
the awful thought, and was relieved that she looked nothing like that. As she
continued crawling along in the thick traffic, Aria saw policemen and
policewomen all over the place, looking very stern. They were armed to the
teeth; holding large guns and wearing bullet-proof clothing. There were at
least 50 cars ahead of Aria’s Lamborghini, so it was going to be quite some
time before the police officers and drug-sniffing dogs would examine her car.
To keep herself occupied, she continued listening to the local radio station.
About 8 minutes later, Aria noticed that the officers were speaking very
sternly to 2 passengers from a blue Chevrolet Colt pick-up truck. The
passengers were turned around, and handcuffed, before being placed in the police
car. Aria looked startled. 4 drug busts in such a short period of time? She
didn’t even know that drugs were an issue in the area. Aria continued crawling
along in the traffic, as car after car went through the detailed inspection
process. It was now 15:46, and it wouldn’t be too long before Aria’s
Lamborghini would be free to continue travelling towards its destination.
At 16:01, a policeman signalled to Aria, and she pulled her
Lamborghini over. He came up to her, and sternly gave a list of instructions
that had to be followed. After carrying out a basic inspection on her tyres and
lights, Aria was asked to step out of the Lamborghini so that the drug
inspection could take place. Now 16:05, she opened her car door and stepped
out. Just as Aria stood up, she felt an uneasy and dull numbing sensation in
her mid-section. Oh great she thought. Now I have to pee, and I am in the
middle of this inspection. In the midst of being caught up in the drama of the
inspection, as well as listening to the radio, Aria had not noticed her urge to
pee before. Now that she was standing up, her thighs no longer provided lower
support for her bladder, and she could feel the pressure down there. Feeling
rather uncomfortable in this state, Aria just stood by calmly as her car was
inspected. The sniffer dogs found nothing, and the police were happy that there
were no narcotics in the car. A burly-looking policewoman told Aria that she
needed to do a body search, just to make sure that there were no drugs on her
person. Although rather surprised to hear that she might be suspected of
carrying drugs on her body and clothes, Aria allowed the search to take place.
With her bladder feeling increasingly full by the minute, she was eager for the
search to be done, so that she could get back into her Lamborghini and drive to
the Fortune Fashionista shopping mall.
16:08
The policewoman put her strong hands around Aria’s Chantilly
stilettos, and felt around her ankles. She began moving her hands up Aria’s
calves and feeling through her tight Versace jeans. She then moved to Aria’s
knee area, and searched if anything was hidden there. Aria then felt the
policewoman’s hands going up her thighs and feeling all around. The policewoman
could not believe how skin-tight Aria’s jeans were, but said nothing. She just
continued searching her. She searched around Aria’s bum and crotch area, trying
to determine if anything was hidden behind her belt and buckle. Aria wondered
why on earth such a thorough search was required. As the policewoman fidgeted
around Aria’s belt, she pressed on her lower abdomen, as some people were known
to wear thinly lined packages below their shirts. As she pushed, Aria’s bladder
became slightly compressed, which momentarily increased her need to pee. She
let out a soft gasp, and lifted her left leg off the ground. Not knowing that
Aria was in need of the lavatory, the policewoman thought that she might have
moved her leg and gasped because she was anxious and hiding something. The
search continued to Aria’s upper body, and the policewoman felt around her
hands and under her armpits. The officer’s strong hands then touched Aria’s
breasts, and she gasped again. There was nothing to be found. After checking
Aria’s hair and mouth for small hidden packages, the policewoman appeared to be
done with the search. She took a look at Aria again, and asked her to turn
around in a circle. Just when Aria thought she was done and could leave, the
policewoman said that some people have a way of discretely hiding narcotics in
their shoes. Upon saying that, she asked Aria to please remove her stiletto
heels. Feeling rather annoyed at having to stand barefoot on the grass, Aria
complied. The policewoman picked up the stilettos and looked at them. She asked
if those were real diamonds embedded in them. Aria said yes, they were real.
The policewoman looked amazed, and appeared to be taken aback by the fact that
someone would wear such obscenely expensive shoes. Finally, she told Aria that
the inspection was done, and that she could get into her Lamborghini and leave.
16:12
Aria put on her sexy stilettos and turned towards her car.
She was feeling rather anxious, because she was getting more desperate to pee
and this inspection was an unseen and unnecessary delay. As she opened the door
to her Lamborghini, she noticed several people staring in her direction and
admiring the way she looked. In her typical haughty manner, Aria gave them a
snooty look and entered the car. She closed the door, put on her seatbelt,
fired up the engine, and began driving off. She was still only halfway to the
Fortune Fashionista mall, and needed to use the toilet. There was still
traffic, but it was moving faster than before. Aria decided to look at Google
maps of the area, and see if there was a toilet nearby. As Google maps came
onto the satellite navigation system, she noticed that she was getting cramps
in her lower mid-section. At first she thought this might be due to having a
full bladder, but then realised that she was beginning to feel gassy and
bloated. Now what… thought Aria. At first she needed to find a place to pee,
but now she needed to take a fart too.
Aria hated farting, as it made her feel disgusting and
smelly. That is why she had liberally sprayed perfume on her bum area just
before leaving Richard’s office, as she wanted even those normally smelly
places to smell gorgeous and divine. If she farted now, it would reduce the
smell of the perfume. And anyway, Aria had no intention of farting in her
Lamborghini. She usually did not fart during the day, and made sure to eat
foods and consume drinks that did not lead to bloating. Every morning, just
after waking up, Aria would perform yoga poses and abdominal contractions in
her private balcony, so that she could rid herself of gas and would have a
reduced need to fart during the day. If she did develop a need to fart during
the day, she would just hold it until reaching the El Ritzo complex, then
quickly go up to her apartment and balcony, and relieve herself by letting it
out. No matter how desperate she was to let out a fart, she would just cling
her anal sphincter and bum cheeks shut, and hold it in. She just could not fart
in a public place, and farting in the proximity of Richard was simply
unthinkable to Aria.
16:15
As her need to pee and gassy feeling became worse, she
rapidly scanned Google maps, but there was no nearby private toilet to be
found. The closest public toilet was at the Fortune Fashionista mall, and
according to Google maps, in the current traffic it would take some 30 minutes
to get there. It seemed as though many people were heading in the direction of
the mall, and traffic seemed to thicken as the distance to the mall got closer.
Aria quickly thought about what she was going to do. Her need to pee and pass
gas was getting worse by the minute, and the closest public toilet was half an
hour away. That seemed like a long time. Since the mall was going to be really
busy, there might be people queuing for the use of the toilets. Aria could not
have that. She had no intention of being all desperate to take a pee, and
having to stand in a long queue while wearing those 5-inch stiletto heels. Aria
didn’t have an alternate pair of shoes in her car either. She would never wear
flat shoes in public, and always wanted people to see her in stiletto heels or high
boots. It was also unthinkable for her to enter the mall barefoot. Aria felt a shudder
go down her spine at the thought of having to use a public toilet. She despised
using public toilets. Those were for the common people, not her. She also hated
the idea that the genitals and bums of other people had touched toilet seats.
There was no way that she was going to sit her pretty bum on one of those
toilets. It was just too dirty and revolting. Since she could not see any
nearby private toilets on Google maps, she made a quick decision not to go to
the Fortune Fashionista shopping mall. She had to look for an off-ramp and turn
around, so that she could head back to Richard’s office, and relieve herself in
her plush private toilet.
16:19
Aria took a nearby off-ramp, and was now on her way back
towards the casino complex. She calculated that because the traffic heading in
that direction was not heavy, she would need about 15 minutes to get there if
she drove fast. Aria hoped that no police officers would pull her over for
speeding, as that would be a real disaster. Just then, she felt a heavy cramp
in her bowels, along with a deep gurgling sound. In pain, Aria placed her left
hand on her abdomen. It felt really warm and bloated. The inside felt really hot
and uncomfortable. Aria realised that this wasn’t just a gas problem now, but
she was actually suffering from diarrhoea. She had had diarrhoea in her life
before, and knew what it felt like. Aria was beginning to panic, and drive
faster. She had a need to pee and shit at once. How unthinkable. Aria could not
believe this was happening, and could not understand why. Thoughts quickly
raced through her mind, as she continued driving at high speed towards the
casino complex.
16:21
She thought about what could be causing this desperate state
of hers. She had drunk strong coffee in the morning, at around 06:00 at El
Ritzo, and then again after 08:00 when she had arrived at Richards office. But
she had peed before leaving El Ritzo, and had peed again just before having
lunch. At lunch, she had drunk grape juice, but that was not a large amount.
So, why did she have this need to pee now? And where was the diarrhoea coming
from? She had felt fine all day, from the time she woke up, until past lunch
time. Maybe it was something that she had eaten. To maintain her weight, Aria
did not consume breakfast. The sushi, sashimi and wasabi was all that she had
eaten today, and she was planning to possibly have dinner with Richard later in
the day. Then Aria thought, it must have been the wasabi. It was so pungent,
and she had used it liberally on both the sushi and sashimi. Why did she eat so
much of it? However, Aria had no idea that the laxatives and diuretics put in
her food by Leah and Alexis, was the real cause behind the drama unfolding in
her bloated and aching mid-section. As more cramps were felt in her abdomen,
she bent forward slightly, while still driving really fast. She was beginning
to perspire now, with little droplets of moisture becoming visible on her forehead
and cute button nose.
16:28
Aria was now about 5 minutes away from the casino complex,
and she knew that the rest of the staff would have left at 16:00. The building
would be empty and she had her own set of keys. As she thought about this, she
reached for her Louie Vuitton handbag with her left hand. She started feeling
about for the keys inside, and found them. She left the keys in a slot in the
centre console of the car, so that they would be readily available. Aria planned
to pass the boom gates and take the Lamborghini close to the entrance; then
quickly jump out barefoot, enter the closest escalator and head to the top
floor, where she could enter Richards office and use the toilet. She thought
this should all take just a few minutes, and she would soon get relief. Then,
she could get back in her car and drive home, and later tell Richard that she
was feeling unwell and would not be able to have dinner in the evening. Just
then, her car phone started ringing. Who could be calling her now? Maybe it was
one of her friends. It wasn’t. It was actually Richard. He chatted to Aria, and
told her how much he missed her. She played along, and did not tell Richard
about her predicament, or that she was heading to the office complex. She
thought that he must have just finished his meeting, or might be on his way
home. However, as Aria was just about 2 minutes away from the casino complex,
Richard informed her that he was actually at his office. Aria was shocked to hear
this. Why was Richard there, and late on a Friday afternoon too? He told her
that after his meeting, he needed to make some changes to improve business
outcomes, and these changes had to take place without delay. Being the
excellent businessman that he was, Richard decided that he would go straight
back to the office and take care of it immediately. Why wait? He hated putting
things off.
16:33
Aria’s thoughts raced. Richard was always so used to seeing
her looking all prim and proper, where she elegantly walked around in high
heels, smelled like fresh roses and oozed sex appeal. He couldn’t see her like
this; where she was perspiring, had a bloated mid-section, and was desperate to
piss and shit. Imagine how surprised Richard would be if he saw Aria
frantically entering his office, barefoot and sweating, while holding herself
and rushing off to the toilet. Then, he might hear her releasing a torrent of
piss and an explosion of diarrhoea into the pan, with the sound echoing. It
wasn’t a very sexy scene, and overwhelming sexiness was the only image that
Richard had of Aria. The only bodily functions that Aria relieved herself off
in the toilets at Richards office, were silent burping and peeing. That was it.
She had never farted there, and taking a shit in those toilets was unthinkable.
Now, she was heading right there, and was desperate to take the worst type of
shit possible; explosive diarrhoea. Aria knew that Richard could not be allowed
to see her. She also knew that the CCTV camera system would have been upgraded
by now, and that he would see her Lamborghini entering the property. He might
think that she had planned a sexy surprise for him, and that is why she was
there. Aria now knew that she could not enter the casino complex. She could not
risk Richard’s impression of her sexy persona, change in any way. She continued
chatting to Richard, being as seductive as she always was. Just then, Richard
spoke about dinner. He said that he would soon be done with his work, and had
ordered a special dinner for both of them to be delivered to El Ritzo at 17:45.
Since Aria told Richard a lie, by saying that she had just visited a bakery
three minutes from her place, and was driving back, he told her that he would
soon meet her at El Ritzo, as he had special plans for both of them before
dinner was delivered. Aria panicked when she heard this. She couldn’t go to the
casino complex, and Richard had already organised a romantic evening at her
place, thinking that she would be pleasantly surprised. Her surprise was more
of a shock though. It was shocking and made her very nervous. At that moment,
Aria decided to drive straight to El Ritzo, so that she could quickly use her
private toilet, shower, spray herself with perfumes from head to toe, put on
another sexy outfit, and wait for Richard to arrive. He told her that he would be at El Ritzo by
17:00, and would like some cold champagne when he arrived. With that, he gave
her an audible kiss; mwah mwah, and said that he would see her shortly.
16:37
Aria was gritting her teeth and biting her lower lip. Not
only were the twinges in her bladder and cramps in her bowels becoming
increasingly frequent; where she was beginning to fear losing control and
messing herself in the Lamborghini, but now she also had just over 20 minutes
to get to El Ritzo, park her car, go up to her apartment, relieve herself, shower,
change, look all seductive and relaxed, and get ready for Richard’s arrival,
with a cold glass of champagne waiting for him. How could she pull all this
off? She didn’t think she could. Richard
was such an astute businessman, and was very punctual. If he said he was going
to be at El Ritzo at 17:00, that is precisely what it meant; 17:00, not 17:05.
El Ritzo was still just over 5 km away, and Aria was beginning to drive
recklessly, trying to get there as soon as possible.
16:44
Aria arrived at the entrance of El Ritzo, with her bladder
and bowels absolutely bursting. Her mid-section was sorely aching, with
frequent sharp pains and twinges going through her bladder and bowels. She was
frantic, and needed the toilet immediately. Aria knew that she was barely
managing to hold it, and she had had some really close calls in the few minutes
of driving since chatting on the phone to Richard. She had farted at least 4
times already, and the smell was putrid. She had also spurted a few drops of
pee into her G-string, and the crotch area of her tight jeans had a slight damp
spot that was barely visible. She was relieved that when she farted, she had
not pooped herself. If she had, it would have been totally mortifying, as the
stain would have immediately shown on her tight white jeans. While holding her
bloated abdomen with her right hand, she reached into her cubby hole to get her
entry card for El Ritzo. Even though the security guard knew Aria, all
residents of the building had to present their individual cards in order to
pass the gates and enter. In the meantime, Richard had completed his work, and
had locked up his office. He jumped into his Aston Martin, and raced away to El
Ritzo, thinking that he might surprise Aria by arriving a bit early. Aria was
dismayed to see so many people near the front entrance of the building, and it
seemed as though there was some sort of event going on. Then Aria remembered.
There was actually a function going on that evening. There was a woman who was
celebrating her 60th birthday, and her daughter was hosting the
function. Aria was not a friend of theirs, and was thus not invited to the
party. She scanned the parking area, looking for the quickest way to get to her
reserved spot. Her spot was actually some distance away from the entrance of
the main El Ritzo complex, and she would have needed to walk past a lot of
people to get into the main building, and up to her apartment. Since there were
so many high class people present, Aria had no intention of walking out of her
car barefoot. No. She needed to look at least as high class as them, and even
more so by emerging from her Lamborghini. Her car was still among the most
expensive there, and was attracting much attention. Those who lived in the
building were familiar with her car, but invitees to the party were not. They
were impressed to see such a bombshell arriving in a sexy Italian machine, and wondered
who she was. Some thought she might have been a celebrity who was invited to
the party.
Aria parked her car, and got ready to emerge. Taking deep
breaths to compose herself, she knew that it was going to be a tense few
moments. All of a sudden, she saw some unexpected faces in the distance, and
was in shock. It was Leah and Alexis, as well as their mother Ingrid. Yes, the
same Ingrid that was Richard’s wife; the Richard that she had been cheating
with. Oh dear God thought Aria. What on earth were the 3 of them doing at El
Ritzo? Richard was going to be there shortly, and his family was mingling
around casually. Little did Aria know, but Leah and Alexis were good friends
with the young lady who was hosting the 60th birthday party for her
mother, and the mother was well-affiliated with Ingrid. So, the 3 of them had
been invited. Richard had also been invited, but because he had intended to be with
Aria that evening, he stated that he could not attend due to other commitments.
He had told his wife and daughters that business matters needed to be urgently
taken care of, and he needed to be in his office to do that. Yet, unbeknownst
to them, he was actually on his way to El Ritzo, but for different reasons.
Aria felt very anxious about seeing the 3 women there, but she was sure they
wouldn’t know that she was living in the complex. They seemed not to have
noticed her arriving in her car, and were busy talking to other guests. The
thought of Richard suddenly pulling up in his DB 11, and being in the middle of
Aria, his family and the party guests was making her very uneasy, and amplified
her need to piss and shit. Aria shoved her hands into her crotch and gave her
pussy lips a squeeze. Her pee hole was really stinging now, and it was
struggling to hold back the torrent of piss that was pushing against her
bladder walls. She then massaged her lower abdomen a few times to relieve the
pressure and reduce her urge to shit, but she was in such an acute need of the
lavatory now that it didn’t help. Again, a wave of desperation hit her, and Aria
felt a yet another urge to shit and piss. This massaging and squeezing was not working
anymore. She was at her wits end, and in a panic. She had to get out of her car
right now, and rush upstairs to her apartment. She didn’t care if Leah, Alexis
and Ingrid saw her. Maybe they would just think she was visiting someone. Aria
knew that if she didn’t get to a toilet within a few minutes, she was sure that
she would uncontrollably shit and piss herself, while sitting right there, in
those skin-tight Versace jeans and plush alcantara Lamborghini seats.
16:47
She opened the door of the Lamborghini, and swung her legs
out, trying to look as elegant as possible. Her heels touched the ground, and
she prepared to stand. As she tried to stand up, she felt a twinge in her
bladder. Instinctively, she squeezed her thighs together and sat still for a
few seconds. As the sensation eased slightly, she put pressure on her stilettos
and stood up outside the car. Oh my God she thought, as her bladder and bowels
felt even more bloated; and her need to void became worse. The pressure of
standing in those heels was putting a great deal of tension on her feet, toes,
calves, mid-section and back. This was made more intense because her belt was
also tight, and her bladder was pushing against it. Aria was in pain. Her
bladder and bowels were aching, and she was almost in tears. She was so
desperate to use the toilet, was in constant pain, was standing in those
uncomfortable 5-inch high stilettos, and was still on a mission to reach her
apartment; all before Richard arrived and saw her like that. People were
staring at this gorgeous bombshell, and her beautiful figure. Aria quickly
looked around, and gazed towards the entrance of the building; some 50 meters
away. She could no longer see Leah, Alexis and Ingrid, as they had moved to a
party area that was out of her view. Trying to look as refined as possible,
Aria decided that she would take quick steps but do it in a manner that looked
natural, so people could not see her desperation.
16:50
Aria held her sexy bum muscles tightly and strutted towards
the entrance, so that she could get to the elevator and ride up to the top
floor. Just after she took a few steps there was a sharp pain from her bloated
bladder. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, but released a squirt of pee.
Aria felt a few drops soak through her G-string, soak into part of her tight
jeans and slightly wet her sexy smooth inner thigh. She made another attempt to
walk to the entrance, while trying to hold her thighs squeezed tightly together,
and maintaining the clenched muscles of her sexy bum. But a little fart escape
with a faint crackling sound. In shock, Aria realised that it felt really gassy
and hot. It was as though someone had held a burning match near her anus and
she could feel the heat. She squeezed really hard, and her muscles were
straining. The energy and skill needed to pull this off was incredible, and
Aria barely managed it, becoming a little unsteady at times. Finally, Aria was
at the entrance. Now she could go onto the elevator and up to the top floor, so
that she could get the incredible relief that she had been seeking for such a
long time. The entrance was so busy, and people were all over the place. Just
how well-known was this 60-year-old woman, for there to be so many people at
her party? Aria hadn’t even heard of the woman before and had no idea who she
was.
16:52
She prayed that people standing behind her didn’t see the
tiny damp patch on her white jeans. Desperate Aria also hoped that nobody had
heard her fart, and hadn’t smelt it either. She was so hoping that the fiery
and gassy fart was just that, and that no poop had seeped out. She had just
managed to get a whiff of her own fart that had come from the mass of liquid
shit that was boiling inside of her. The smell of sexy Aria’s fart was awful,
and a few people had actually smelt it. Fortunately, nobody suspected that it
had come from the gorgeous bum of this tall voluptuous high-heeled stiletto-wearing
stunner, who was strutting around in her tight white jeans and Gucci
sunglasses. Just then, in the midst of all the noise unfolding in the entrance
and foyer, there was another sharp pain and an uncontrollable fart, and Aria
felt all the shit bubbling and churning inside of her; all hot, liquid and
mushy. She felt like a truck was parked on her belly, with everything on the
verge of being squeezed out in a massive explosion. Good God, she had never
been this desperate to piss and shit in her 26 years, ever. Aria just stood
still with her pretty face now breaking out in a major sweat. Her face was
crimson red and she was biting her trembling lip very nervously.
16:53
Finally, Aria got sight of the reception desk, where she was
required to swipe her residence card and check in. This had to be done for
security reasons, and there were no exceptions for anyone. She glanced around
with her glimmering blue eyes taking in the surroundings, desperately looking
at all the people in the reception area. They were also checking in, but for
the party, rather than as permanent residents of the El Ritzo complex. She
could no longer stand still and was clicking her heels frantically on the shiny
floor. Aria could feel her pee hole stinging sharply, trying to contain the
impending flood. She also felt the hole in her sexy bum struggling to remain
shut every time she had a sharp pain in her gut. It was a nightmare trying to
hold all that in, while standing in her sexy 5-inch heels, which became even
worse as she hobbled around trying to make it look as though she was strutting.
Aria, with her bulging bowels and bladder at breaking point, frantically
strutted towards the direction of the reception desk, and fumbled in her tunic
pocket for her residential card.
16:54
After a few steps, she had yet another sharp pain in her gut,
and bent over with desperation and pain, as another fart squeezed out from
between her silky bum cheeks. A few frantic struts later there was another
small fart, and Aria squeezed her butt cheeks as tightly as she could, biting
her lip. She was really trembling now and on the verge of losing control. She
stopped walking, and could get the awful smell of her own gassy farts. Even
Aria’s strong Estee Lauder perfume could not disguise the vile odour that was
emanating from her skin-tight jeans. In sheer desperation, she strutted to the
queue and joined it. Gosh, why couldn’t these people just hurry the hell up!
Just the thought of this delay created heavy twinges in Aria’s bladder, causing
her to lose control again. This time, a jet of pee streamed through her moist
pussy for a full second before she could regain control. It wet her G-string
and jeans between her upper thighs, but was just blocked from the view of other
people. Aria bent down and squeezed her thighs until her muscles burned,
desperately straining to hold back the flood. Fortunately, most people there
were so focused on her beauty and on getting through the reception that they
didn’t notice.
16:55
Bending and squeezing her thighs like this appeared to
compress her gut a bit, which caused another fart. This one was louder than all
the others that had gone before, and Aria quickly stood straight up, realising
to her horror that her sexy bum felt a bit slimy in between the 2 cheeks. She
had just shat herself a bit, and had barely prevented the mushy crap from
escaping into her silk G-String and skin-tight jeans. Aria knew that if she had
not stopped it, she would have soiled her sexy G-String at that very moment.
The evil odour of her liquid crap was quite strong, as the fart had been even
gassier than before, and more powerful. People could see how tense Aria looked,
yet in her sexy clothes, with her sexy figure, she still oozed huge sex appeal.
Many guys were getting a hard-on just looking at her slender beautiful body
standing 1.83 metres tall in that skin-tight white jeans and sexy killer
stilettos. However, those close to her could smell the vile odour that she had
just let out, yet still didn’t suspect that it was coming from the tight bum of
this immensely sexy woman.
16:56
Sexy desperate Aria was now standing in the reception queue,
with 3 people in front of her. Aria couldn’t stand still, and her body was
shaking with the strain of holding her bursting bladder and swollen bowels,
while trying to balance on those gorgeous heels. Despite this, she still tried
to look elegant and composed. Other people looked at Aria when she made
desperate movements, but more were looking due to the tremendous sexiness that
she oozed. Again, there was another fart forcing its way out of her pretty bum.
No no no, thought trembling Aria. Her desperate movements were becoming more
and more frequent, as she was struggling to contain the massive amount of piss
and shit that was so close to exploding from her soft silky moist vagina and
curvaceous sexy bum.
16:57
Aria continued biting her lip hard, while straining to keep
her pretty thighs and beautiful butt tightly compressed. It was desperate work,
and even worse trying to maintain balance on those impossible heels. Aria could
feel her whole body trembling and aching with this great strain. Her back was
aching with the strain of the complex weight distribution of standing in those
beautiful stilettos. Aria’s legs were also aching, not just because of the tall
heels, but also due to the constant muscle strain of squeezing her silky thighs
together. Aria clenched her lovely bum tightly again, as more sharp pains shot
through her gut. Oh God, no no no, thought Aria, as another small fart escaped,
accompanied by a little spurt through her moist pussy, as a few drops of hot
piss escaped from her bladder. Her silk G-String now felt more damp, and the
dampness was over a larger area than before. Aria hoped that it was contained
to the bottom of her pussy, rather than the back of her tight white jeans. She
felt the back of her jeans. Thank God it was still dry! This meant her tight
jeans still looked normal to other people. She was still sweating, now more
profusely than before. Aria felt as though she was in the middle of an intense
gym workout that was going to kill her.
16:58
The force that had built up inside her was enormous. Aria
felt like her innards were so swollen, that her bowels and bladder must be
pushing against each other. She half thought of giving her mid-section a little
massage or shoving her pretty hands into her moist crotch, but was so snooty
and full of pride that she didn’t. Being such a snooty lady, even with such extreme
desperation, she just bit her lip, balanced her trembling body, and strained
greatly to hold herself; while elegantly holding her hands at her sides. It was
now finally her turn to check in. She handed over her residence card to the
receptionist, and picked up a pen to sign her name. She stood up as straight as
she could, before signing her name quickly. She left the pen down and
desperately strutted towards the elevator. Just then, she heard an unmistakable
rumble that she was so familiar with. It was the thunderous engine of a V-12
Aston Martin. Richard had arrived, right on time. It would take him two minutes
to get up to her apartment, yet she was still downstairs and waiting to take an
elevator. Things were not supposed to be like this. By now, she should have long
been inside her apartment, used the toilet to empty her aching bowels and
bladder; showered, changed and heavily perfumed herself. Then, she should have
been dressed in a sexy outfit, waiting for Richard to arrive; with glasses of
cold champagne ready to be drunk. Richard hardly ever used the elevator. He was
a fit man, and generally took the stairs. The stairs going up El Ritzo were on
the opposite side to where the elevator was, so Richard might not even see her
down there.
16:59
The elevator had come down, and Aria was ready to get into
it. As the doors opened, she strutted in and stood with crossed legs, trying to
appear elegant and relaxed. There were 4 other people in the elevator,
including a little girl of about 6 years old. Again there was a fart, Please
God No, and another fart, Oh My God Oh My God… Aria’s thoughts were racing
again, eyes wide open. She was on the verge of shitting and pissing herself,
yet here she was, standing so close to other people, and in an enclosed space.
This was mortifying. Aria clenched her bum really hard; so hard that her tender
butt muscles were straining to the limit and pushing the silicone implants
closer to the skin. Her anus was quivering with the effort. She quickly felt a
tiny bit of liquid crap squeeze through her pretty clenched bum and go past her
G-String. It made a stain of about half a centimetre on her tight jeans right
on the seam line, and she could feel a slight damp spot there. Aria quickly
turned and had her bum to the elevator wall. She got a whiff coming up from
behind her, and hoped that her body would prevent other people from getting the
smell. From the front view, sexy Aria’s tight white Versace jeans looked normal
to the other people in the elevator. The tiny damp pee stain from a few minutes
earlier didn’t show easily. Aria got another whiff of her shit again and just
stood still, not daring to look at anyone in the face. Her thickly applied
make-up was now beginning to slowly drip off her face, as a result of her
profuse sweating. Nobody around her appeared to notice, as they were talking to
each other about the party. However, the 6-year-old girl looked at Aria a bit
funny. The girl was much shorter than the 3 adults, and was standing closer to
Aria than them. Her head was in line with Aria’s sexy bum, and the whiff of
Aria’s poop went straight to the little girl’s nostrils. The girl looked at her
mother. Just as it seemed like the girl might tell her mother something about
the smell, the elevator stopped. All 4 people got off, and the girl turned
around and looked at Aria funny again, just as she walked out with her parents.
Nobody else got on, and the elevator was now heading up to the floor of Aria’s
apartment. Thank God thought Aria. She
was so relieved that none of the adults had seemed to notice her fart and that
she had slightly soiled herself. Aria was desperately wishing that there would
be no more people when the elevator door opened onto the floor of her
apartment.
17:00
The elevator beeped and came to a final halt. The door
opened and Aria hobbled out, bent over in desperation. There was nobody on that
floor, and she began hobbling with squeezed thighs together; heading to her
apartment. More surges went through her bladder, as another wave of pains hit
her bowels. She let out a muffled yelp, aaah aaah, as she shoved her hands
between her legs and squeezed her vagina, while pushing her tight butt towards
the wall, as if willing her pee and shit to remain inside until she got to the
toilet. Aria fumbled for the keys, which she had placed in her tunic pocket.
She could now see her apartment door, and it was a mere 10 meters away. She
thought of removing her stilettos and walking barefoot. It would relieve the
pressure in her aching mid-section. Just as she was about to kick off those
5-inch Chantilly heels, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Who the hell
could that be? Then she saw a distinct white-haired head emerging, and almost
peed her tight jeans in sheer shock. It was Richard. Oh my God. It was now 17:00,
and he was here. She hadn’t even entered her apartment, and was absolutely
bursting. She was on the very brink of desperation; with bladder twinges, sharp
bowel pains and moments of being on the absolute verge of exploding in her
skin-tight sexy jeans. Just as Richard spotted her, she stood up straight and tried
to reduce her fidgeting. In a panicked state of mind, she questioned whether
Richard would get the whiff of her liquid crap, or the farts that were now
becoming uncontrollable. By the way he was smiling at her, he seemed to be
unaware that his daughters and wife were at the party, and on the El Ritzo
premises at that very moment. Perhaps he had not seen them, and vice versa.
17:01
Richard appeared surprised to see her and said; hello my
dear sweet Aria. Why are you outside your apartment? I thought you would be
inside, waiting with glasses of cold champagne for us both. Aria responded;
sorry Richard, but I arrived late, and only got here now. I have not had the
chance to go into my apartment yet. But I am so delighted to see you here, my
sweet love. Are those flowers and chocolates for me? Richard grinned and said
yes, they were for her. At the same time, Richard noticed that Aria was very
tense, and could not stand straight. He thought that her feet and toes might be
aching in those heels, as she had been wearing them for more than 9 hours
today. 9 hours in 5-inch tall stilettos took a massive amount of talent, as it
put huge strain on the body. Yet, it just looked so sexy, and Richard loved
seeing Aria with those glittering diamonds on her pretty feet. He just didn’t
want to tell her to remove them and relieve her aching feet. Aria then
unexpectedly let out an audible fart, and Richard stared at her, wide-eyed.
Aria, what was that? It sounded like a fart. Aria was mortified. Richard had
heard her farting. She couldn’t hide it. She squeaked and said, yes, she had
just farted. Then Richard asked her if she appeared tense because she needed to
relieve herself. He seemed so calm with the way he asked the question, and
didn’t even look embarrassed. Feeling empathy coming from Richard’s side, Aria
decided that she was not going to hide her predicament anymore. She said;
Richard, I am not just tense. I am absolutely bursting to use the toilet. I
really need to pee and poop. I am so embarrassed to tell you this, but I am
honestly on the verge of losing it. I am struggling to hold it, and have been
desperate for over an hour now. I barely made it into the building. I really
need to get into the apartment and use the toilet immediately, or else it is
going to start happening right in my pants. Aria couldn’t believe she had just
blurted out all that; in a desperate and wailing tone, while looking as though
she was a little girl about to burst into tears.
17:02
Richard initially looked surprised at how desperate Aria
was, but appeared to understand. He asked for her keys, and said that he would
open up the apartment and disarm the alarm system, so that she could rush to
the toilet. As Aria hobbled over, she removed the keys from her tunic pocket
and handed it over to Richard. He left the flowers and chocolates down on a
bench, and placed the key into the keyhole. Something was wrong though. It
wasn’t fitting. He asked Aria if that was the right key. She looked incredibly
pained, pathetically wailing that it was the right key and had worked that
morning. She said that she had no other key. Richard tried again, as tears
began flowing from Aria’s eyes. Again, it just didn’t work. What was going on?
Why was the key not working in the lock? What a horrible time for this type of
thing to happen; just as she was absolutely on the verge of exploding into her
white jeans and totally humiliating herself in front of Richard. Unbeknownst to
both Richard and Aria, as soon as Leah and Alexis had arrived at El Ritzo more
than an hour ago, they went up to Aria’s apartment and injected a small amount
of super-glue into the keyhole, using a narrow syringe. The glue had now
hardened, and would prevent the key from entering the keyhole. From where
Richard was standing, the lock looked normal, as the glue was well-inside. His
daughters had really thought carefully about their plans, and had come
well-prepared. They were well-ahead of Aria. If Aria could be a cunning vixen,
so could they. It was payback time. They knew that if Aria had managed to make
it to her apartment, she would have been absolutely bursting in her tight pants
by that stage, as they had calculated just how long the diuretics and laxatives
would have taken to reach maximum effect.
17:03
Leah and Alexis had another plan too, and wanted to see
Richard and Aria together, just as she was in that state. Right at this moment,
Richard’s daughters arrived at the end of the very same floor with Ingrid, as
they had planned earlier. They wanted to see sexy snooty cheating Aria in her
extreme desperation, and wanted their mother to also revel in the revengeful
moment. The apartment floor was no longer empty, and more people were walking
along the corridor. They were heading to the roof garden, where pre-party
drinks were going to be served. Because there were so many people walking
along, Aria had to look more refined and elegant again, but she was struggling
to achieve this. She was now frantically tapping her high heels on the shiny
tiles, moving her sexy slim legs up and down, lifting and lowering her pretty
stiletto feet. Ingrid and the young ladies were about 20 meters away from Aria,
who was now doing a hobbling kind of action, where she would first bend
slightly while squeezing her lovely thighs together, then quickly straighten
up, squeezing her sexy bum tightly, yet all the time continuing to lift and
lower those expensive 5-inch heels which were covering those soft pretty young
feet of hers. Leah and Alexis wondered how Aria could possibly walk in heels
like those. Those heels were so narrow at the bottom, and stood a painful 12.7 cm
high! That had to hurt her pretty feet, putting great strain on her ankles and cute
toes. Aria’s knees were constantly bending, as she tried to desperately control
the tremendous surges coming from her bloated mid-section.
The 2 ladies were delighted at Aria’s precarious state, as
their revenge plan was going even better than they had hoped. They could only
imagine how Aria must be feeling, yet due to the cunning snooty vixen that she
was, they didn’t feel sorry for her in the least bit. Ingrid was really
enjoying the show, and chuckled to herself when she observed how Richard was
struggling with the tampered lock. What an utter disgrace he was. He had no
time for his family, yet was lusting after this little vixen who was 40 years
younger than him. He hadn’t even noticed his family standing nearby, as he was
so engrossed with Aria and her desperate situation. Ingrid’s daughters knew
that they had arrived at just the right time to witness Aria’s great ordeal, as
the inevitable was only moments away. They imagined their father groping Aria’s
sexy bum when he was passionately kissing her. They also imagined the
passionate sex she must have had with their father in his office, groaning with
pleasure, thinking of her paradise life. It would be a great thing to see
Richard screwing Aria now, while she was battling with her exploding bladder.
His penis knocking against her full bladder would have been pure torture, and
may have caused her to piss all over his desk, while his hands on her gut may
have caused some uncontrollable farts and shitty bursts into her sexy G-String
and skin-tight jeans. The thought was entertaining.
17:04
With Richard still struggling with the lock, he decided to
hold Aria’s hand in support. As he did this, she suddenly bent again, as
another twinge was felt in her rock-hard bladder. There was a short hiss for a
split second, then another hiss. Aria tried frantically to hold back the flow,
just as a third hiss shot through her pee hole and moist pussy lips. Her
sphincter was so tired after holding her piss for so long, it was quivering with
the strain. Oh God Richard, it’s starting to come out wailed Aria. Just as Aria
had barely managed to hold it, Richard asked her if she wanted to go to one of
the public toilets in the building. He had no idea that his gorgeous Aria was
near explosion point, and would risk losing it if she even dared to stop
bending over to desperately hold herself. A few trickles had gone down the back
of her smooth slender legs, and had made a small wet patch on her tight jeans.
The tiny poop stain from earlier, was barely visible, as the seam-line was
thicker than the rest of the jeans, and had absorbed most of it. Richard hadn’t
noticed, as Aria’s back was facing away from him. A few other people had noticed
though, including Ingrid and his daughters. The 3 women were most delighted
with these developments, and knew that the long awaited climax was about to
unfold.
17:05
Aria was now crossing her sexy legs, which still looked so
divine in those beautiful stilettos. Although she had her silky thighs squeezed
together tightly, she could still feel little drops of pee escaping every few
seconds into her skin-tight jeans. Just then there was another muffled crackle,
as a little liquid fart escaped from her pretty bum. Aria felt her tight bum
get a little slimier, as a slight bit of shit smeared her G-String again. Oh no,
oh no no no. She had shat herself slightly again without control. She so hoped
that it didn’t show on her tight jeans. At that moment Richard got a faint
whiff of Aria’s liquid shit and looked at her with concern. He asked if she was
managing to hold it. This time Aria told Richard “I am extremely desperate for
the toilet, and I am honestly beginning to lose control, I really can’t hold it
now, I am so extremely desperate and absolutely bursting Richard, I feel like
my insides are going to explode, I am in so much pain Richard, It is really
hurting, aah aah, I am struggling, I have to go to the toilet right now, Now
now now, Richard I just can’t wait any longer, This is a super-emergency, The
public toilets are too far, I can’t walk there and just can’t hold it anymore I
am bursting, Please Richard, open the door and let me in, Please please please,
I am begging you Richard, Please, oh pretty pretty please, I am so hard-up, aah
aah aah, so hard-up to piss and shit, oh, please please please Richard, open
the door and let me piss and shit. I am begging you, oh my god oh my god aah
aah oh my god please please Richard it is coming out now I can’t hold it
anymore, I am starting to mess myself.” Aria was talking with a tone of complete
desperation now, starting to lose her dignity. Aria had tears in her eyes, and
was literally crying as she was talking to Richard. He didn’t know what to do.
Should he break the door? He couldn’t. Security would apprehend him, and would
ask why Aria just didn’t use one of the many public toilets available in the
building. Richard was beginning to get embarrassed by the way Aria was wailing
like a little girl who was about to pee her pants, and people were starting to
look, giggle and snicker at him.
17:06
But by now Aria was in such an acute stage of desperation to
piss and shit, that she was on the verge of uncontrollably letting go in her
pants, and could care less about what she said, or how pathetically and
immaturely she wailed. Her muscles in her body were so exhausted for having
been under such immense strain, they were now weak, tired and failing. Her
calves were aching, as she fought to maintain balance in those pointy 5-inch
stiletto heels, that still looked so sexy on her beautiful smooth feet. At that
very moment Richard had a rather alarmed look on his face. Aria looked in his
direction and realised that he was looking at Leah, Alexis and Ingrid. Oh my
God Oh my God Oh my God thought Aria. This just couldn’t be happening. Why were
they here? They could see that Richard was having a sexual relationship with
her, and could see her in such an acute state of desperation.
17:07
Richard’s wife stared at him, and then at Aria. Aria
suddenly felt a surge of fear going through her gorgeous body as Richard’s wife
stared at her coldly. This was the woman whose husband she had been cheating on
with such great lust and greedy desires. This sensation of fear at having been
in front of such a powerful woman was too much for lovely Aria, and she started
shaking even more, struggling to balance her delicate body on those desperately
hobbling heels, as she frantically raised those pretty feet up and down, trying
to control herself. Aria crossed her legs and held her bowels in utter
desperation; gritting her teeth, biting her lip and squeezing her thighs and
bum cheeks as tightly as she possibly could.
17:08 to 17:09
As the sensation of fear shot through sexy Aria's body, it
sent a violent spasm through her bursting bladder. Aria squeezed her thighs
together for all was worth, but this time it was no good. With the great spasm
in her bladder came a powerful surge, and a loud hissing sound. In sheer
desperation, she shoved both her hands into her crotch, trying to stem the flow.
But the great hissing sound just continued, soaking her silk G-String, her
beautiful skin-tight Versace jeans and her smooth manicured hands. The pee shot
right through her pee hole and pussy lips, soaked her jeans and collected in
her clasped hands. It rapidly overflowed and splashed down onto the floor in a messy
yellow puddle. Aria stared wide-eyed at Richard and yelped Oh my god oh my god
oh my god I’m pissing pissing myself I’m peeing I can’t hold it Richard Richard
help me help me I can’t hold myself I can’t hold my bladder it won’t stop I
can’t stop it Richard Oh no no no oh my goodness oh god… With all the effort
that Aria was putting into trying to hold her bladder, her bending led to very
sharp and heavy cramps in her bowels. As Aria tried to straighten up quickly,
there was a bubbling, ripping, liquid crackling sound that exploded forcefully
from her sexy tight bum. With the massive crackling fart came a vicious
expulsion of the most vile-smelling liquid shit. It blasted past her soaking
silk G-String, immediately staining it a horrid brown. Her shit was so liquid
that it soaked through her skin-tight white Versace jeans, rapidly soiling it.
Richard stared in absolute horror at what was happening to his gorgeous Aria,
right in front of his eyes. Aria stared back at him, still wide-eyed and filled
with tears, Richard please please open the door I’m pooping my pants Richard please
I need to go to the toilet now now now please somebody open the door please
open it Oh my God Oh my God I’m literally shitting in my jeans Richard it’s
just coming out I can’t stop it oh God my stomach hurts so bad please help me I
can’t hold it I need the toilet please I need the toilet right now I’m begging
you anybody it is coming out in my pants oh god no no no, oh my god this is so
embarrassing please don’t look at me please look away I wish I could die right
now. Aria was absolutely bawling, like a 5-year-old who had just shat her
pants. Richard continued staring, as a flurry of crackling and hissing sounds
exploded from her bloated and aching mid-section. Her white sexy tight jeans
were now soaked in a massive brownish yellow stain, which was just getting
larger by the second. Aria tried for all was worth to hold her bowels and her
bladder, but she had now passed the breaking point. There was only so much that
could be endured, and Aria had endured it. The hisses and farts continued, with
pops and bangs erupting from her pretty bum. The smell was so vile that Aria
almost fainted with shock. Her strong Estee Lauder perfume could not even be
smelt anymore. Richard was speechless, and so was everybody else in the area.
They were beyond belief at what had happened to this gorgeous slim and sexy
young babe. It was unbelievable to think that such a torrent of vile waste was erupting
from such an achingly beautiful body.
Everybody watched in horror as the pee flowed down Aria's
slender thighs, down her curvy calves and into her sexy 5-inch stilettos. The
pee also soaked through her entire jeans and splashed on her stilettos, making
it look as though she had walked through wet grass. The yellowish puddle was
now becoming a large rivulet around Aria's sexy high heeled feet, and the piss
flowed further still, leaving a long stream. Her bladder had been stretched to
its limit and beyond, and had now had enough. It looked as though she had
pissed at least 800 millilitres or even a whole litre, which was a massive amount, as the human adult
bladder typically holds up to 600 millilitres. Aria was weeping like a little
girl, and standing in a pool of piss. The mushy shit that had erupted from her
pretty bum had an odour that smelled worse than rotten eggs and compost mixed
together. People stared in disgusted horror and silence as the mushy crap
soaked the back of Aria's smooth thighs and jeans, and even slid down her silky
slender calves. Her entire rear was brown, as though she had sat in a puddle of
mud. The vile brown mess quickly slid down to her pretty high heeled feet, onto
her stilettos and reached the floor, mixing with the pool of yellowish piss
that had flowed down there just moments earlier. Aria just stood there, wearing
a heavily stained tight brown jeans and G-String that were soaked with a whole
lot of piss and shit. She could feel the heavy slime all over her pretty bum
and it felt incredibly yucky. She was just drenched with shit and piss, and
continued bawling like a little child, with tears and make-up running down her
smooth pretty face.
17:10
Richard stared at Aria in horror and disgust, deeply
humiliated. He could not believe that just this morning he had been touching
that beautiful silk G-String, and now it was in such a vile state. The putrid smell
overwhelmed him. His wife and daughters stood by, looking at him and Aria
standing together. Everybody knew who Richard Sterling was, and also knew his
wife and daughters. People immediately suspected that he was having an affair
with this beautiful young glamour-queen, who was now bawling and standing in a
pool of her own smelly waste, right outside her locked apartment door. His wife
and daughters were pleased. The revenge plan had gone brilliantly well, and
Aria had been completely humiliated in the worst possible way. Nobody felt
sorry for this cheating snob. As for Richard, he could feel nothing but deep
humiliation. Not only had his secret lust affair been clearly exposed for the
world to see, but he was also forced to witness and fully experience his
gorgeous Aria piss and shit herself like a little girl who just couldn't hold
it long enough to get to a toilet, that was just a few meters away. There was
no way that Richard could possibly get this vile image out of his mind. Aria
had taken a huge fall, and there was no way that she and Richard could ever
make that up again. Every time she and Richard kissed, or had sex, he would be
reminded of how sexy Aria had uncontrollably pissed and shat herself in the
upmarket El Ritzo complex, in front of dozens of people. Richard realised that
Aria could no longer be as sexy as she was before. He could never get the
graphic images of piss and liquid shit running down her sexy jeans out of his
mind.
17:11
For Aria though, the humiliation wasn't quite over. She was
still standing in front of dozens of people who were laughing and staring at
her in disgust. Some people asked if this was the same sexy lady who had come
driving into the complex in a Lamborghini. The smell of her poop was awful.
Richard had stopped holding her hand as soon as she had desperately grabbed her
crotch and started pissing uncontrollably. Aria just looked straight to the
floor with a crimson face and swollen eyes, and started sobbing. Someone had
seen her predicament earlier, and had sent for the El Ritzo handyman to open
the door to Aria’s apartment. After a few pulls with a crowbar, the door was
pried open. How wonderful it would have been if the door had been opened just
10 minutes earlier. None of this would have happened. Aria was leaving prints
of pee and shit in her sexy stiletto heels as she walked along, and into her
apartment. She looked at nobody. She just looked straight ahead, walked right
in and closed the door, leaving a wet shitty trail behind. She continued
walking like this until she reached her bathroom, with tears and make-up
streaming down her face all the time.
17:13
She locked her bathroom, while people stared at the vile
trail that she had left outside the apartment door. Aria found a large black rubbish
bag. She stood in her bath tub; then removed her stiletto heels. She left her
Gucci sunglasses aside too. Standing barefoot in her bathtub, she could see
that her feet had pee and shit all over them. Shit was even between her toes,
and the smell was horrid. Aria took her hand-held shower and sprayed her feet
to remove the pee and shit. She couldn’t stop wailing like a little girl. Then,
she unbuttoned her tunic and realised that some of the frilly ends were also
wet with pee. She threw it into the rubbish bag, along with the Chantilly
heels. She unbuttoned her push-up bra, and threw that away also. Now, she
dreaded having to pull her skin-tight jeans down. She quickly unbuttoned and
unzipped it, and removed her studded belt. Even the belt had poop on it. Aria
pulled down her jeans, and was horrified when she saw that the entire rear end
was soaked and stained with liquid shit. There were even lumps of shit inside,
and they now fell to the bottom as Aria removed them from her bum and legs. Some
of the shit fell on her legs feet and toes, and Aria started sobbing again. She
threw her jeans into the rubbish bag. Lastly, she pulled her G-String down, and
more shit fell into the tub and on her feet. Aria threw the G-String into the
rubbish bag too. She was finally fully naked, and absolutely stinking. She used
the hand shower to spray herself from head to toe, for at least half an hour.
Once there was no pee and shit visible on herself and in the tub, she applied a
moisturising body-wash to herself 3 times. She then put on a bathrobe and
gloves; before carefully removing the rubbish bag and taking it to the back of
her apartment, where a private disposal furnace was located. On her way out of
the bathroom, she noticed the trail of shit and piss on the tiles, which was
left there on her way into the apartment. Aria disposed of the rubbish bag;
incinerating the 5-inch Chantilly stilettos, the tunic, the studded belt, the
push-up bra, the skin-tight jeans and silk G-String.
She then took a mop and detergent, and cleaned up the tiles,
leaving them as gleaming as they were before she left her messy trail behind.
With a faint smell of poop still evident, Aria opened all her windows and
sprayed liberal amounts of perfume in every room. Now that she had removed all
evidence of her humiliating toilet accident, she went to another shower in her
apartment, and opened her bathrobe. She washed again, lathering herself in all
the perfumed scents that she generally used. Thereafter, she applied
moisturising cream from head to toe, before spraying perfume throughout her
body, including her hair. By now, it was 18:00, and people were no longer
standing outside her apartment. Totally embarrassed, Richard had left. Ingrid
and his daughters were still at the party, which was going on downstairs. The
cleaning staff had quickly cleaned up the mess that Aria had left, and the
handyman had fixed the lock on the door. He had pushed the new key under the
door, so that Aria could have access to it. Aria was so mortified and could not
get the vile images out of her mind. She did not have supper, and did not call
Richard either. She decided to take a strong drink of Vodka and go to bed. By
18:45, Aria was asleep. Her dreams were filled with nightmares; and she
repeatedly woke up in shock; thinking that she had pissed and shat herself in
her sleep. She had dreamt that she was uncontrollably peeing and had explosive
diarrhoea all over her plush bed, and was absolutely covered with shit. In a
panic, she checked her underwear, but much to her relief it was all clean and
still smelling perfumed.
Aria never returned to work at the casino complex again, and
quickly decided to leave the city, in case she was ever recognised by anybody.
Richard tried contacting Aria, but she was too humiliated to ever think of
speaking to him again. Richard had not only lost his beautiful Aria, but had
also lost his wife and adult kids. His wife divorced him for his affair with
Aria, and made millions in the settlement, while his 2 daughters refused to
speak to him again. Aria moved on, bitterly disappointed by all that she had
lost. She was really after tremendous material gain, and had now lost Richard,
who was her ticket to such an extravagant lifestyle. But it was only a matter
of time before sexy conniving Aria finds another wealthy man to attach herself
to. She is still a ruthless gold-digging vixen after all...
This is amazing. Super sexy. Love every paragraph of this.
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