CAUGHT On the Way (Patreon)

The first Solitary Request Image is complete!  Whew, that ended up being a little more intense than I thought it would be, but I am happy with the result!  So, to explain: the winning idea for the poll was "an official ending for On The Way."  The runner-up was of a girl being caught by a policewoman...  Thinking about how to actually continue this story --- I figured that mixing the two made for a really interesting scenario!

Ridge (on the Org) gave this character her name, Bailey, and wrote his own (hyper-desperation) ending here.  Since then, the name has stuck!

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If Bailey had turned to look behind her, she would have still been able to see where her car had been parked in the dense traffic at least two hours ago.  She also might have noticed the patrol car that tucked in neatly behind her as it tried to press forward toward the accident ahead.  But instead of looking out the window to pass the time, she was absolutely consumed in the effort of retaining a 2-liter peach tea she'd finished before she'd even gotten stuck in traffic!

She had a bladder of steel --- at least considering how hard it had become in her abdomen.  And that was not something she'd known about herself before today.  But even steel has its breaking point, and Bailey felt that moment coming on quickly.  No matter how much tugging she did with her guts in an effort to somehow "pull" the piss back into its place in her swollen, exhausted bladder, she could feel that there was no more room to be found.  Her bladder could stretch no further.

Her mind turned every errant drop of sweat that rolled off her crotch into a taunting mirage of failure.  A leak.  But she'd held it nevertheless.  Processing nothing but the sheer agony of needing to pee so badly, her brain discarded the thought of draining her misery into the plastic cup that had supplied it.  Surely, it would overflow.  Surely, it would spill.  She couldn't trust herself to get it all in the cup.  She couldn't spend a night in car that reeked of her own piss.  And if she held the cup in her hand, what if it splashed onto her hand?  She'd have no way to wash her hands here.

No, hopping out into the deluge and heading around her car to the side with the barrier seemed more reasonable.  She'd be so quick.  She could pull the doors open and make a stall.  Yes, that made sense...

The moment the first drop of rain intermingled with her sweat, it was over.  Still on the driver's side of her car, her lower-half refused to move as she assumed a primal squat.  Her body moved via instinct while her panicked mind scrambled to make her shivering arms finish tugging off her panties.  Their delicate cotton absorbed the foul runoff anyway, when she let them go to tug her skirt out of the way.

"Ma'am!"  A woman's voice called out through the rain.

The startling call seized Bailey's muscles after only the most unsatisfactory jet had escaped her body.