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It was nothing new that their daily schedules were packed, being hushed from one location to the other, one interview after another. Unfortunately their schedule today was lagging behind due to tardiness and traffic jams, which meant they haven’t truly gotten a break all morning.
It wasn’t that big of a deal, they’ve had busier days but even then, usually they got a bathroom break at some point. But not today.
It wasn’t really a problem for Zoey at all. Rumi rarely even noticed her going at all, only ever catching glimpses of her dashing to the next available bathroom when she ended up waiting a little too long.
She herself was a bit more cautious, feeling hints of discomfort in her abdomen already, hoping she could go soon but not feeling desperate in any way.
The real problem here was Mira. She happened to have the smallest bladder out of the three, frequenting the bathroom a lot more than her girlfriends, and the lack of break was clearly starting to get to her.
Rumi couldn’t help but notice the way Mira was trying to subtly squirm in the seat across from her.
Mira was staring out the window with a grim expression, slightly rocking back and forth as she braced her hands on the edge of the car seat. Rumi subtly watched her from the corner of her eye, trying not to irritate her girlfriend more than she already was, but she was getting a little worried.
Suddenly Mira sharply inhaled, biting her bottom lip. She crossed one leg over the other, leaning back in the seat and grabbing the hem of her skirt, all while still staring out of the window.
Rumi couldn’t hold back her worry anymore.
“You okay?” Rumi softly asked, leaning over and very gently placing a hand on her knee.
“Fine,” Mira answered short and quick. Then she shifted in her seat, recrossing her legs and pressing her palms into the top of her thighs.
Rumi pressed her lips together, pulling away shortly after. If Mira didn’t want to admit it, she wouldn’t force her. But she wasn’t really being subtle about it anymore.
She looked to the side next to Mira and met Zoey’s eyes, who looked equally as concerned and just mouthed bathroom to her. Rumi gave her a short nod, also having clocked the true reason why Mira was like this.
“Mm,” Mira leaned forward again, thighs tightly pressed together.
She doesn’t remember the last time she had seen Mira this compromised. Mira was always very composed, even when it was just the three of them, just crossing her legs and waiting for the next opportunity to use a bathroom.
But Mira seemed to be at the end of her rope now, gripping the seat belt, readjusting it over and over and holding onto the strap to keep it off her bladder.
Watching Mira have to go this badly was shooting up her own need as well. Might as well try to help somehow.
“It’s okay if you need to pee. I uh.. could really use a bathroom as well,” Rumi swallowed nervously, shifting in her seat.
“Me too.” Zoey voiced as well, but it was clear she only said it to make Mira feel better.
Mira stiffened at the accusation, stubbornly sitting up straight, “I said I’m fine-” the words broke off into a gasp.
Mira immediately leaned forward again, shoving her hands to press against her crotch in a desperate attempt to keep her dignity, but was stopped short by her skirt blocking her way.
“Mira?” Zoey scooted closer to Mira but didn’t dare to touch her.
“Fuck,” Mira gasped again, eyes squeezed shut and hands pressing harder against her crotch.
Rumi couldn’t bear to watch Mira pretend like everything was fine anymore, Mira needed someone to take care of her.
Rumi undid her seatbelt, rushing over to kneel in front of Mira and grasped her knees in a gentle grip, “Zoey, undo her seat belt and try to open the skirt’s zipper as carefully as you can.”
“Okay,” Zoey nodded and immediately got to work.
Mira groaned, shaking her head in a stubborn attempt in trying to stop her girlfriends, but she was rendered speechless from her need.
“It’s okay, Mira. We’re almost at the next location, it’s just a little longer.” Rumi said as softly as she could, thumbs rubbing little circles into her knees.
Mira started shaking her head, a few tears slipping through her closed eyes, “I’m not gonna make it, I-”
Quietly she whimpered as Zoey started unzipping the skirt, legs squirming at the pressure across her abdomen loosening.
“You what, baby?” Rumi quietly asked.
“I.. I already, um..” Mira’s face turned as pink as her hair, a few more tears rolling down her cheeks.
Mira had leaked.
Rumi’s expression softened, leaning forward to leave a kiss on her knee, ignoring the pressure in her own abdomen pressing insistingly at the new position.
Then Rumi stood back up, opening the privacy wall to their driver, “Hyunwoo, what’s closer, the penthouse or the next location?”
“Oh!” the driver startled at the stern tone in her voice, “The penthouse is closer, Rumi-nim.”
“Thank you, please change the route to home then,” Rumi stated, closing the privacy wall right after. She turned back to her girlfriends, both of them staring at her with wide eyes.
“But the interview..” Mira shoved a hand into the now open space between her skirt and crotch, thighs trembling with every desperate squeeze.
Rumi didn’t respond, crossing one leg over the other and pulling her phone out of her jacket pocket, tapping on Bobby’s contact.
After one ring, Bobby picked up, “Hey, Rumi! Everything okay?”
“No actually, please cancel everything for the rest of today,” Rumi glanced at Mira’s teary eyes watching her every move, “We.. don’t really feel well.”
“Yes, of course! What else can I do to help? Do you need me to send a doctor to the penthouse?” Bobby immediately inquired, already hearing the way his fingers tapped on his screen to cancel the rest of their appointments.
“No, it’s okay. We probably just ate something bad and also feel a bit under the weather.” Rumi bit her lip, watching Zoey rub Mira’s back, softly whispering encouragement into her ear.
“Okay. I’ll send over a care package for tonight! Please take care of yourselves, bye!” Bobby said.
“Bye, Bobby.” Rumi mumbled into the phone, hanging up a second later.
Then their driver knocked twice on the privacy wall, signaling they were pulling up to the penthouse in a few minutes.
Mira squirmed harder at that, bladder sending desperate distress signals now that a toilet was growing near.
“I won’t be able to stand up,” Mira whined, pressing her fingers against her crotch.
Mira was barely holding it together now. Her legs were crossing and recrossing every few seconds, uncomfortable in every position and she couldn’t keep quiet anymore, panting and whimpering at every bump in the road and twist of her legs.
Mira was right— she wouldn’t be able to make it.
Rumi leaned forward again, pressing her palms against Mira’s knees and forcing her to uncross her legs. “Just let go, baby.”
Zoey blinked repeatedly at Rumi, confusion and surprise on her face.
“What?” Mira also blinked at her, teardrops sticking to her eyelashes.
“You’re clearly bursting and won’t make it until we’re all fifty floors up, you might not even make it to the lobby.” Rumi answered, as softly and understanding as she could.
“I- But- the seats! My skirt!” Mira whined, trying to twist her legs back to cross over but Rumi held on tight.
“The seats and your skirt are leather, baby,” Zoey joined in, kissing her shoulder and then her tear-stained cheek.
“I-” Mira tried again but the protest fell short, gasping as she grasped at her crotch, trying to stop another leak from turning into a full blown wetting.
Rumi swallowed hard. It was rough to see Mira suffering like this, desperately trying to hold on when her body begged to let go. Her own abdomen pulsed with empathy and need.
“Take my skirt off,” Mira muttered under her breath, rubbing her thighs together, trying to be as still as possible before her skirt got wet too. She too realized that this was inevitable.
Zoey immediately got to work, tugging at the skirt very carefully from the side as Rumi pulled on it from the hem, but the skirt barely moved, trapped between Mira’s ass and the seat.
“Baby, please rise just a bit so Rumi can pull it down your legs,” Zoey muttered into her ear.
Mira choked on a sob, mortified by this whole situation but obeyed, rising on trembling legs and feeling the way Rumi immediately pulled at her skirt, forcing it down to her knees.
But her legs immediately gave out, she slumped back down into the seat and whimpered loud enough that the driver probably heard, “I can’t- I can’t hold it anymore.”
“Let go, baby,” Rumi quietly murmured, pulling the skirt down the rest of her legs and off her so it wouldn’t get completely wet.
“It’s okay,” Zoey joined in, pulling Mira’s hands out from between her legs, “You’ll feel so much better.”
Mira’s body shook with the last of her restraint, rocking back and forth as the pain seemed to rise to a new high. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.
And then the dam broke lose, her bladder too weak to hold on all the liquid from the entire morning. Her underwear turned a shade darker with the liquid soaking it and then dripping into the leather seat, pooling underneath Mira.
Mira pushed her hands into her face, sobs breaking free as she continued peeing for another minute.
She was truly grateful for Zoey continuing to mutter sweet words to Mira like, Let it all out and You’re doing so good.
But Rumi was entranced. She held her breath as the stream between Mira’s legs finally started slowing down. She couldn’t help but rub her own thighs together at both the words and her bladder protesting at someone else getting their release before her.
The car then slowed to a stop and the driver knocked three times against the privacy wall, their signal for arriving at their destination.
Mira hiccuped between her now quiet sobs, Zoey’s reassurance and the blissful release helping her calm down. She dropped her hands into her lap, staring down at the puddle between her legs.
“You did so good,” Rumi’s voice came out too rough, close to the tone when she was beyond horny.
Zoey gave her a confused glance, recognizing the tone but quickly put her attention back to Mira, “You feel better?”
“Yeah,” Mira sniffled, wiping a tear from her cheek and weakly nodded. Then she rose from her seat, her underwear dripping into the puddle.
“Give me my skirt,” she muttered weakly, pulling it over her legs and zipping it back up. As soon as she was done, Zoey leaned over and opened the car door for her, one hand steadily holding onto Mira’s hip.
Zoey climbed out after her, turning around to look at Rumi but she just waved her off. Zoey gave her a weak smile and followed Mira to the penthouse.
Rumi sighed through her nose, looking down at the puddle in the seat Mira had just sat moments prior. Her cheeks flushed at the memory of Mira squirming. She quickly turned around to the privacy wall, bracing for a really uncomfortable conversation with their driver.
Rumi tapped the elevator button to their floor, bladder heavy in her abdomen by now and heat sticking to her underwear.
She bit her lip at the odd sensation and then shook her head. She probably just had to pee worse than she thought. It’s been a really long morning and her mind wasn’t in the right place.
That’s probably it, she thought as she pressed a hand between her legs, watching the numbers of the elevator steadily rise.
When the elevator finally stopped at their floor, she removed her hand, stiffly walking into the penthouse. Her eyes found her girlfriends sitting comfortably and cuddled up on the couch.
Mira looked a lot calmer now, nestled into Zoey’s chest with her arms around her waist. Rumi fondly smiled, slipping her shoes off and walking over to her girlfriends, “Hey.”
“Hi,” Mira answered quietly, pushing herself off Zoey’s chest and pulling Rumi down into a short kiss, “Thank you for that.”
Rumi smiled, shoulders slumping in relief that Mira wasn’t taking it so hard, “Always.”
“You gonna join the cuddle pile?” Zoey sat up too, cheek resting against Mira’s shoulder.
Then her bladder made itself very known again, distress signals warning that if she didn’t go now, a fate similar to Mira’s would follow. Rumi quickly crossed her legs, face heating up at both of her girlfriends noticing the movement.
“Yeah um, I’ll be right there, just gotta.. change.” Rumi uncrossed her legs and turned towards her room, hearing Mira’s low voice muttering Take your time as she speed walked to her room, rushing into her private bathroom.