The girls sat together at an empty table. Annie took out a small tin and a spatula from her handbag and placed them in front of the other girl. "Connie's wearing a skirt today," she briefed Sandy, "so the we'll go ahead with the plan."
Sandy slipped the items into her pockets.
"You remember what to do with those?" Annie asked.
Sandy nodded. "Yeah, just wipe some to the bottom of her desk."
"You remember which is her desk?" Annie checked.
"Yeah, I do."
"Remember, gym is the first period." Annie then placed a small bottle on the table. "Do you really need this?"
"Yeah," Sandy replied as she reached for the bottle of laxative.
Annie rolled her eyes up and sighed. "Make sure you read the instructions carefully," she advised as she trained her eyes back on Sandy's brown eyes. "I'll pay you once it's done. Don't look for me, I'll find you."
"Okay," Sandy agreed.
"After this, act like we've never met."
"Huh? Does this mean you'll not pay me to do things again?" Sandy asked. No more money?
"We'll see. If this goes well, I may hire you again," Annie replied, "But don't look for me. I'll look for you." She then got up and left.
Sandy turned over the bottle of laxative and read the instructions on the back. She glanced at her watch. Class 9-C's gym period was the first period. So if the laxative was to take effect, she must take some immediately.
(Okay, so Sandy could follow written instructions. That did not make her any less silly, though.)
The laxative took effect at the right time during the first period. Until it happened, Sandy had been worried that she had not taken enough of the medication. She was relieved when she started to feel some discomfort from her bottom.
She raised a hand and asked for permission to go to the washroom. It was then that she discovered the problem with the plan - her first period was History, taught by the stern Ms Redgrave.
"Ms Gould," Ms Redgrave addressed her, "school has just started. Certainly you can hold it in until break time." She gave Sandy a look that chided her for not using the washroom before class had started.
The lecture on History continued. Seconds ticked by as Sandy wondered what she would do. If she could not leave the class, she could not do her job. She would not be paid. Oh, and there was that discomfort in her bottom that was getting more and more intense.
Finally, the discomfort reached a point where Sandy was more worried about it than about not being paid. Her hand shot up again. "Ms Redgrave, I really, really need to go!" she cried.
The teacher was about to deny the request again when she sensed something in Sandy's plea. Perhaps it was something in the girl's pained expression or her trembling voice. Or perhaps it was something to do with her boldness in asking a second time. Whatever it was, it was not something that Sandy could fake normally. Ms Redgrave then realized that her student faced a desperate need. She immediately sent Sandy out of the classroom before a sanitary disaster erupted.
(Okay, so Sandy had really, really needed that laxative. She was still silly, though.)
Sandy hurried out of the classroom. Relieved that she was free, her mind turned back to getting paid. Despite her growing discomfort, she sneaked into 9-C's classroom next door. She picked out the desk that Annie had shown her before. From Annie's description, she recognized Connie's black schoolbag on that desk.
Using a coin from her wallet, Sandy opened the tin of glue. She was in a hurry so instead of using the spatula, she used her fingers to smear a generous amount of the stuff all over the bottom of the desk.
With her task done, she ran to the washroom.
The incontinence that happened in the washroom was just too gross to be described. A few words applicable to the situation were: exploded, liquid, gushed, blanketed, soiled, disgusting, relief. Also 'sticky' - she had used her fingers to apply the glue.
The word 'smelly' was purposely left out.
Sandy cleaned herself and her panties as best as she could before she returned to class. She felt elated that she had completed her job and looked forward to her pay.
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