Pansy needed coffee. She drove up to a new place she’d never tried before and went inside.
She was surprised when she walked into the café and saw Granger at the register.
“You work here?” Pansy smiled. She was pretty sure she just found her new favorite coffee shop.
“I just started.” Hermione said.
She stayed at her post but her eyes followed Pansy around the shop like she was tracking a shoplifter.
Pansy glanced at the menu and the displays of mugs for sale as she made her way to the back wall.
“If someone spills something, is it your job to clean it up?” Pansy asked conversationally. But she couldn’t help smirking.
“Yes.” Hermione said.
Pansy leaned against the wall. She took her She-Wee out of her purse.
“Interesting.” Pansy turned around to face the wall.
She adjusted herself with the She-Wee and started to relieve herself against the wall.
Pansy smirked to herself as she watched her piss run down the wall and pool on the floor in a satisfying yellow puddle.
She was glad she was always carried her She-Wee with her. In case she needed to use it. Or in case she just wanted to use it.
Hermione watched, unable to stop her. Or, she felt like she was unable to stop her. Hermione didn’t think she could drag Pansy out of the café while she was peeing.
There weren’t any customers to see what was happening. Or distract Hermione.
There was just the flowing liquid sound of Pansy’s pee.
When she finished she walked up to the table closest to the register and plucked napkins from the dispenser.
Pansy held eye contact with Hermione while she stuck her hand in her pants to wipe herself.
She left her dirty napkins on the table for Hermione to clean.
Then she smugly walked right up to the register.
“Hey, Granger? Someone spilled something.”
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Hermione knew it wouldn’t take long for Pansy to tell Daphne and Millicent about her job at the café.
They were the only three customers and clearly just trying to fill bladders.
“Granger! Something spilled here!” Daphne waved her over.
Hermione went over to wipe up Daphne’s spill but there was nothing there. Not even water.
“The table’s dry.” Hermione said.
“But did you check the floor?” Daphne smirked.
Hermione sighed at bent down to look. The floor was dry.
“Daphne, you didn’t spill anything.” Hermione said, starting to get annoyed.
Daphne just smirked.
“I meant, something’s about to spill here.”
Then Hermione heard that familiar running water sound. Liquid flowing right next to her. Or, right under her.
When Hermione looked again, Daphne had her skirt pulled to the side under the table and she wasn’t wearing any panties.
She was pissing on the floor. Right in front of Hermione.
“Oops.” Daphne smirked.
Pansy and Millicent laughed.
“Can you clean that up?” Daphne asked, while she was still peeing.
Hermione just stood there while Daphne peed on the floor.
As soon as she finished, Hermione bent down with her rags.
Hermione knew it wasn’t enough to soak up all of Daphne’s piss, but it was a start. As she watched the flimsy rags soak up with liquid and sit uselessly in in the puddle of Daphne’s pee, Hermione realized she should have gotten a mop.
Hermione didn’t notice Pansy pulling her skirt to the side until it was too late.
While she was on the floor under the table, Pansy took the opportunity to pee on her.
Hermione gasped, and in her surprise she hit her head on the table and fell flat on the floor into Daphne’s piss.
Her clothes absorbed more piss off the floor than the useless little rags.
But Pansy was adding to the mess.
She could hear the laughter above her as she was showered with Pansy’s piss.
Pansy’s piss mixed with Daphne’s on the floor, making a giant puddle that threatened to spread past their table.
She tried to move out of the way of Pansy’s stream, but Pansy wasn’t having that.
She glanced down and quickly adjusted her hips on her seat so that her stream was hitting Hermione in the head again.
Hermione tried to get up but Millicent kicked her back down. They didn’t let her up until Pansy was finished peeing on her.
She stood next to the table of her laughing bullies, completely soaked in piss.
“Can you clean that?” Pansy asked with a faux sweet smile.
Hermione didn’t say anything. She just turned to get a mop. Which she couldn’t find, but she found towels.
She threw them down on the floor under their table.
Hermione immediately noticed that Millicent was gone. She could only imagine that kind of mess she could make while no one was watching her.
“Where is she?” Hermione didn’t need to say who.
Pansy and Daphne both smirked and pointed at the door that said “employees only.” The break room?
Hermione went and sure enough, Millicent was right there.
But Hermione’s locker was open. And Millicent had her bag.
“Granger! Knock before you walk in on someone in the bathroom!”
Hermione wondered what Millicent was doing. But she could guess.
“This isn’t a bathroom.”
“It’s not?” Millicent pretended to be surprised. “But I already shit in this toilet.” She smirked, holding up Hermione’s bag.
Hermione rushed forward and grabbed it. And Millicent burst out laughing.
Inside Hermione’s bag, on top of all her things, which were now wet with piss, was a thick long shit.
“At least the toilet paper is good in here.” Millicent smirked.
Hermione didn’t even have to look, but she did anyway. Inside her locker, her new sweater was smeared with shit.
Millicent went back to the table with her friends.
Hermione gathered up all her things and walked back into the coffee shop.
“Granger, could you get us all a refill?” Pansy smirked at her.
They were planning to refill their bladders and piss on her again.
Hermione smiled.
She was dripping a trail of piss as she walked to the door.
“No, I quit.”