Counting dollars for my boss seemed like just another ordinary task... until he walked in with a smirk and a very specific request. He wanted to see my red curls bounce and my ass jiggle while I worked, stuffing the crisp bills into my tight pants as he watched. He tossed me a few extra dollars, leaning in close, and whispered his next command: he wanted me to piss myself, right there in front of him. The tension was electric, and I felt the heat rise as I slowly let go. The warm wetness crept through my pants, soaking the fabric inch by inch, until suddenly, I couldn’t hold back anymore a steady stream poured out, drenching my jeans and pooling on the floor beneath me. His grin said it all; this was exactly what he wanted. And who was I to say no?