Posted by Chrissie on December 08, 1998 at 17:14
A friend of mine in Chicago asked if I would relay her story to people on this site in the hope of finding her elusive acquantance.
A Humiliating Demonstration.
My name is Moesha, I am a cooking demonstrator for a Chicago company that markets a high quality line of cooking utensils. I was recently at a catering show demonstrating the various uses for the companies products, by cooking up some cakes etc. and giving out samples. The morning had gone very well, and after the first demonstration nerves, things started to fall into the usual set pattern. By mid morning the show started to get very busy and I had a lot of people chatting to me after each demonstration and apart from the interest in the free samples there was also a lot of interest shown in the product.
I had just finished one show, and had only one more to do before the break for lunch. I really needed to go to the ladies room, but there was a customer asking me in great detail about how to prepare the dish I had just made, and how well the pans clean up afterwards, so I couldn't cut her off short. Finally she was happy and went on her way. "Good", I thought, "At last I can go", but when I turned around there were wall to wall people every where. The set up consisted of the usual high kitchen counter top that goes all around me, faced by a block of around 8 rows of seats with a narrow passage either side to get by. Not only was the seating area completely full now, but so were both sides with people standing what appeared to be 10 deep. I lifted the counter top and got down to floor level and made to go through the crowd. "Shit" I thought, "It will take me ages to get through all that, and then I have to find my way back again!" I figured "Oh well, what the hell, I'll just do the last demonstration and by that time the morning is finished and I'll go then"
So I started my demonstration. I was a bit jiggly, but I was O.K. I put some ingredients into the blender and flicked the switch and nothing happened. I flicked the switch again and still nothing happened. I bent down to check the power bar on the floor. That was a bad mistake. I was wearing a tight red skirt, and as I bent down it put a lot of pressure on my bladder. I had to stand up again quickly as I nearly did it. I could see that the red light was out on the bar, that meant that the cable was unplugged somewhere. I looked frantically at the faces in front of me and in the general direction where the cable ran. A gentleman there seemed to realise what was wrong and quickly searched around on the floor. He found the plug and put it back in for me. Well I got underway with the demonstration again. Now I was getting very desperate and my hands were shaking as I poured the mixture from one pan to another. I really needed to put my hand between my legs, but of course I couldn't there and even if I had been able to, now I had flour and wet on my hands.
My voice started to tremble and I was definitely getting very wobbly as I moved around. The cabinets had quite distinctive knobs in that they protruded out quite a bit, and lucky for me that they turned out to be at the same height as my pubic area. I realised that if I got the angle right, I could push my hips forward and make contact enough to stop me from wetting myself, but if I leaned forward too much it had the opposite effect and the counter top pressed on my bladder. I glanced across at one girl in a blue dress sitting in the audience. Since I had started I had felt her eyes on me, but now she seemed to be staring as if she were memerised.
I had now to wash my hands. I leaned across to turn on the faucet, and as the water came splashing out into the sink, I just about lost it. I felt a trickle run down between my legs, I gasped and was forced to make a quick curtsey. I heard a voice out in the far distance and realised that it was mine. I took a deep breath and managed to keep talking, although what I was saying I have no idea. I glanced at the girl in blue again. She now had her eyes closed and appeared to be breathing heavily, her face was flushed and her lips were parted slightly as she softly ran her tongue along them and tilted her head back a little. I accidentally dropped a utensil on the floor, I daren't pick it up, I had to get another out of a drawer.
I now had to put my creation in the oven, and then the unthinkable happened. As I leaned forward to place the pan inside I lost control. I grabbed the edge of the counter, quickly crossed my legs, and squeezed my thighs together as tight as I could. It started to run down my legs in spurts. I twisted around and looked away from the audience. I knew they wouldn't be able to see what I was doing, but I knew! I just stood there for as long as possible trying to not make it look obvious and waited to get back in control. After what seemed a lifetime it slowed down and I was able to move. I could feel it still pouring down my legs and splashing around my feet. It is a good job it was noisy in there otherwise the audience would have heard it. I was burning up with embarrassment and breathing so heavily. I wanted to push against one of the knobs again now as strangely enough I was feeling very very horny, but I daren't otherwise my wet panties would soak into the front of my skirt. I didn't have to look down, I knew that my panties, pantyhose and shoes were absolutely soaked.
I finally managed to finish my demonstration, and people surged forward to help themselves to the free cakes. I just stood there in a daze as the crowd slowly dispersed. Whilst in my dettached state, wondering what to do next, I heard a soft voice near me. It was the girl in blue. "I would just like to say how much I enjoyed your demonstration", she said. "Do you have a card by any chance?" I fumbled in a draw and found one for her. She then leaned towards me over the counter, and glancing down at the floor on my side. "By the way, I like to do that too." Turning on her heel, she walked away with a sort of a wiggle in her walk that somehow had a need to it. I was speechless and watched her disappear from view. I was able to get to the little girls room then and clean up, but I couldn't stop thinking about my 'blue lady'. I have given several demonstrations since then and have always watched for her in the audience but as yet I have seen nothing of her. So if you are out there lady in blue and are reading this, you have my number. Please, please give me a call, after all, I may have some more free goodies for you, or maybe, you have some, for me?
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