Performing on Command
“You mean to say she only pees when you tell her she can?” I nodded, taking a sip from my drink, ignoring the jealous glances from those around me. “What if she’s desperate?” “Watch. Grace, come over here.” We watched as my partner walked over, her skin tight dress drawing attention from the entire bar. She stood before me, facing me. “You called.” “How much do you need to pee?” “More than anything else in the world, but you haven’t told me I can go.” “You can go here, now. Under the table.”...