The Interview Day That Went Wrong...
Posted: 14 Apr 2025, 18:08
“No way! Damn it!”, Joel Harper exclaimed when he turned into the street where his flat was located.
Just a few metres in stood an ambulance with flashing blue lights but the paramedics were nowhere to be seen, probably in one of the houses.
The street was narrow and there was no chance Joel would be able to drive past the ambulance.
The 24 year old man swore under his breath while his mind raced.
What was he supposed to do?
He had a job interview in a VFX company in twenty minutes, had to go home first, then drive to the company, get up all the stairs…
He was sweating only thinking about it.
This was his big chance, after all.
After graduating from a VFX program four months ago, Joel had applied to almost a dozen companies but mostly, they’d searched for more experienced artists.
He knew that his showreel was excellent, he’d put a lot of effort into it and ‘good’ had never been good enough for his standards.
Companies didn’t look for ‘good’ showreels, after all. They looked for brilliant showreels that were innovative and showed talent.
But even a brilliant showreel didn’t guarantee success as a VFX artist.
He knew that getting into this industry was hard and therefore he was determined to nail this interview today.
He needed to go back home because he’d forgotten his portfolio which contained his work samples.
And there was another more pressing reason why he needed to get home first: his bladder.
Nervous as he was, Joel had emptied a large cup of coffee for breakfast and despite having peed before leaving the house, he’d soon felt desperate for the toilet again.
If it wasn’t for the work samples, he could just drive to the company and use their toilet.
But on the other hand…
“Damn!”
Overwhelmed with frustration and anxiety, he slammed the steering wheel.
It wasn’t just the work samples, he realised.
His need to pee was the driving force behind his wish to get home.
How unprofessional would it seem when he entered the company’s building and directly asked for the toilet?
But he knew he wouldn't be able to survive the interview without relieving himself first.
Anxiously, Joel threw a glance at his wrist watch.
Only fifteen minutes left and still no sign of the paramedics coming back anytime soon.
“Come on, come on”, Joel mumbled quietly, shifting around to find a more comfortable position.
He tried to convinced himself that the pressure in his bladder wasn’t too bad.
And maybe it wasn’t but his heart thumped in anticipation and all he could think of was his interview.
The excitement made the urgency of his problem worse than it actually was.
Maybe if he would drive really slowly and carefully he could squeeze past between the ambulance and the fence of a frontyard.
But even though his car was small he knew exactly that it wouldn’t fit.
So instead he squeezed himself, pressing his thighs shut while he did so.
It calmed the urge for a moment and Joel had a second’s time to feel confident again.
He hastily weighed his options.
He could wait for the ambulance to leave, fetch his portfolio and pee but he would risk being late for the interview.
He could drive to the company now and ask to use their toilet and then nail the interview.
Or he could drive to the company, sit through the interview and pee afterwards.
Joel groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs.
None of those options appealed to him.
If he was late for the interview he wouldn’t get the job, he was certain of that.
People in the VFX industry might be relaxed and laid back but they surely weren’t oblivious to punctuality and organisation.
If he asked for their toilet first thing after arriving, he would seem unprofessional and unprepared and that wouldn’t make a good first impression.
If he chose to sit through the interview with a full bladder on the other hand, that could spell disaster.
Another frantic glance at his wrist watch showed him there was nothing else than picking option 3.
Only 11 minutes left.
With a half suppressed curse, Joel manoeuvred the car around and drove out of the side street.
It was still bothering him that he was leaving his portfolio at home.
Sure, he had already submitted his CV and showreel online but the portfolio contained the certificate he got when he graduated from his VFX school, a letter of motivation and some test renders.
It was nothing he really needed to take to the interview, they didn’t specifically ask for it but he’d thought it would be a good idea to show some initiative.
But what far worse was that he’d had no chance to take his much needed piss.
The urge pulsed through his lower abdomen, his bladder was swollen.
When he arrived in the car park of Infinity Frame VFX, he was seriously bursting.
While Joel climbed out of the car and looked around to find out in which direction he needed to walk, he couldn’t keep himself from fidgeting.
Since it was a shared car park of five companies in total he hoped there might be toilets around but his frantic search revealed nothing.
Whenever he spotted a door and thought it meant relief, it was just a door leading to another exit from the car park.
And now it was only a matter of six minutes, he needed to get into the building or he’d be late despite abandoning his portfolio and much needed toilet break.
While he was walking through a door and climbing up some stairs, Joel got aware of how much he was sweating.
Oh great, he thought. This is just outright brilliant. Now, I’m not only bursting for a piss, no, in a few minutes I’ll reek as if I’d just run a marathon.
He had opted for more casual but nevertheless a bit formal clothes and could feel his white t-shirt stick to his back.
At least I’m wearing black jeans, Joel thought but it was black humour.
Yes, black jeans were less likely to show wetness than blue ones or any other colour.
But he couldn’t seriously think about wetting himself, could he?
That was just downright ridiculous, he was all grown up and he wouldn’t just pee himself.
He couldn’t let that happen during a job interview.
Black jeans or not, his bladder was so full that the fabric would never be able to soak it all in.
It would be splattering onto the floor, visibly and audibly and the smell of it would be quite obvious as well.
Joel shook his head violently to scare those stupids thoughts away.
He needed to concentrate, he needed to keep focused… he needed to pee.
Damn, this realisation kept coming into his mind over and over again like an unwanted guest.
Maybe, just maybe he would have to change his option 3 to option 2 what would mean asking for the toilet.
Either it was asking before or after the interview, he realised.
No way he would be able to drive back home again with dry trousers, he would pee himself mercilessly in the car if not already in the car park.
Frantic and anxious, Joel finally reached the company and rang the bell.
Just a few seconds later, a man in his thirties opened the door.
He smiled and greeted Joel. “Hi, I’m Max. Are you here for the interview?”
Joel knew that people working in VFX were relaxed and not formal at all but he was still surprised by this colloquial introduction.
“Er, yes, hello. Joel Harper”, he replied, his mind still occupied with his pressing problem.
A quick glance showed him that there were no toilets around.
The entrance area of the company showed various doors labelled as offices, a corridor turned to the left and to the right.
“Alright, I’ll show you to the interview room”, Max said and started walking.
Still stunned, Joel followed him, aware of how each step was jostling his full bladder.
Just ten minutes ago he had been able to tell himself that the urge wasn't that bad.
Now it was definitely bad.
Joel let his gaze wander around to take his environment in but mainly because he hoped to see a toilet door.
Instead he saw the dark wooden floor, the white walls and ceiling, bright blue and glass doors.
Glances through the glass doors revealed rooms stuffed with tables and computers, people sitting inside, working on animation or whatever.
Joel couldn’t really identify anything they worked on while walking past.
“What role did you apply for?”, Max wanted to know.
Joel hadn’t expected him to speak and it startled him more than it would have under normal circumstances.
The short moment of shock made his bladder send out vicious surges of urgency.
Joel clenched his sphincter shut and answered as casually as he could: “I filled out a General Application and got invited to an interview for the role of a 3D Animator.”
Max laughed. “Yeah, we had one of the most talented animators ever but he decided to move to Canada and work for a bigger company there. But hey, no pressure whatsoever”, he added when he realised that Joel’s face expression had changed from neutral to worried.
“I’m sure you’re just as great.”
Joel took a deep breath.
Now he didn’t only have to worry about his increasing need but also about getting the job.
Well, at least he worried about that more now than he already did.
A brilliant animator who even managed to get a job in an even bigger company in Canada?
How could they offer Joel a job?
He was just a graduate, he’d never worked in VFX, never had a project on his own.
He simply lacked experience.
And he needed to pee.
He wouldn’t just be an inexperienced youngster sitting in his first interview, no.
He would be an inexperienced youngster sitting in his first interview, fidgeting as if someone had put ants into his boxer shorts.
It was no use, he needed to ask for the toilet.
“Er, actually…”, he began but at this moment Max said: “Here we are”, and knocked at a door.
With this he effectively drowned Joel’s words even if only by accident and Joel lacked the courage and nerves to try and speak up again.
“Come in!”, someone called from inside the room and Max pushed the door open.
“Morning, Erin, this is Joel, here for the interview”, Max said.
The room was rather small, there was a small table and two comfortable looking chairs with cushions.
On one of the chairs sat a young blonde woman with glasses.
Now she got up, walked towards Joel and extended her hand.
“I’m Erin. I’ll be leading the interview with you”, she said.
“Joel Harper”, he answered, acutely aware that his last chance to use the toilet before the interview had just slipped away.
How awkward would it be to ask to be excused just now?
So he took a seat on the offered chair, accepted a glass of water (he wondered how he’d been capable of agreeing) and tried to relax.
Max had left the room and closed the door.
The interview wasn’t that bad.
Erin kept asking questions like “What do you like most about VFX?”, “Why do you want to work for Infinity Frame VFX?”, “Where do you see yourself in 5 years from now?”
Joel had prepared for these questions, answered swiftly and thoroughly and Erin made notes.
Whenever she looked down on her notepad, he pressed his legs together, firmly tucking himself between his thighs.
He desperately wanted to pinch his dick but how could he possibly do this during a job interview?
From time to time, Joel slid onto the edge of the chair and alternately tilted his pelvis forwards and backwards.
This was a frantic movement, as well as his repeated shifting movements to find a better position.
But Erin didn’t seem to notice or if she did she just didn’t comment on it.
“Okay, I take it that this is your first job interview since graduating from your VFX school. Tell me, what was your favourite project to work on there and why?”
Joel had prepared this carefully, he knew exactly what to say - the only problem was that it had completely vanished from his mind now.
He felt a small trickle of urine seep into his boxers and he stupidly thought about how they were going to have an ugly yellow stain later, especially visible because his boxers where white.
“Joel?”
Her voice snatched him from his thoughts and he straightened up a bit.
“Uh, right. My favourite project…”
But his concentration drifted off, shifted to his full bladder once again.
Would Erin still consider to offer him a job when he blurted out that he needed to go to the toilet immediately?
Maybe but he couldn’t risk it.
He pulled himself together with sheer willpower and finally answered: “I’d say my favourite project was when we were told to create a two minute video and the only requirement was to include an explosion at some point. I chose old sailing ships and sea battles from around 1790 and included the explosion at the end. It was a lot of work to make one of the ships explode and make it look realistic but I welcomed the challenge.”
Erin smiled. “That sound amazing, honestly. I’ve got two last questions for you. The first one is: How do you handle stress?”
Joel inhaled.
Usually he handled it quite well but at the moment…
His bladder was challenging him and yes, it added more stress to the whole interview than was necessary.
Joel sensed that his shirt now completely stuck to his back, his boxers were clinging to his dick and around his backside both because of the urine he’d leaked and because he was still sweating.
But his boxers felt so damp that he wasn’t sure if he had leaked more pee than he had thought.
Suddenly he was aware that Erin was looking at him, still expecting an answer to her question.
Oh bloody hell, I need to concentrate or I can forget about getting a job already, it raced through his mind. But I have to pee! Oh gosh, I have to pee so badly. How am I going to make it?
“Erm… I would say I handle stress quite well. During my apprenticeship at the VFX school, I experienced a lot of stress. We had a lot of lessons and long days, then whole weeks where we had to complete complex projects. I am used to working until late at night and I know how tight the deadlines can be sometimes. But even if something feels overwhelming, I manage to keep calm and focus on the task at hand rather than on the stress itself.”
Except in this situation, it occurred to him.
During his VFX program, he’d often put everything off, took no breaks, didn’t eat for a long time and held his pee for a horrendous amount of hours just because he needed to finish something important.
But it had never been a problem, he hadn’t felt his bladder for hours and when he reached his limit, his body would remind him that a toilet break was necessary.
But today his bladder was bothering him so much that it really stressed him, he just couldn’t handle the pressure like he usually did.
“Great. And the final question is…”
Her words drowned out, blood was rushing so loudly in Joel’s ears that it was almost deafening.
A bit of piss spurted out of his cock and Joel caught his breath, willing himself to hold on.
The interview was almost done, he couldn’t lose control now.
He needed to keep it together, just for a few more minutes.
“Uh, sorry, could you repeat that, please?”, he asked.
Erin did and Joel quickly answered, trying to keep his outwardly calm demeanour.
“Thank you for being so open about your experiences and hopes, Joel”, Erin said and he thought: Finally it’s over!
He could feel another spurt jetting out and this time he squeezed himself shut through his pocket.
He knew that Erin would be able to tell what he was doing when she was looking close but she didn’t seem to notice at all.
“So, I’d say we’re finished here”, Erin concluded and stood up.
Joel followed her example, thus a bit more slowly and carefully.
It felt like every movement could cause him to leak more pee - something he absolutely couldn’t afford, despite his black jeans.
His boxers felt soaked and clammy against his skin, it was uncomfortable.
When he got home, he would take a shower right away.
But first he would have to ask for the toilet.
Joel opened his mouth to just say it when Erin said: “Actually, I would want you to meet Noah. He’ll give you a tour through the company.”
Joel felt his stomach drop.
No, that couldn’t be possible.
That couldn’t be happening.
Not now.
“Follow me”, Erin said and left the room, walking down a corridor.
She was walking fast and Joel could hardly keep up with her, his bursting bladder made it almost impossible to walk at all.
Erin opened a door to an office, poked her head in and asked: “Is Noah here?”
Some seconds later, a tall man with brown, curly hair and sparkling blue eyes emerged and grinned when he spotted Joel.
“New blood?”, he asked Erin.
“If you will. Noah, this is Joel, we’ve just finished the interview. Can you show him around a bit?”
“Sure. Let me show you the animation department first. It’s just over there.”
“I would like to see you back in the interview room in… let’s say half an hour. I’m looking forward to hearing how you like our company”, Erin said before leaving the two men alone.
“Hey, where did you learn VFX?”, Noah asked.
Joel told him the name of his school and Noah’s eyes lit up.
“Really? Crazy, I went to the same school but I already graduated six years ago. Tell me, is Connor still there?”
“Yes.”
“In my opinion, he was one of he best instructors back when I attended the program. Oh look, there’s our main room where we do animation. We’ve got a few more smaller rooms but here you’ll see the most interesting things going on. Just enter, they won’t bite.”
Noah seemed to be one of those people who were always cheerful, babbly and full of energy.
Joel suspected that he could talk for hours straight without ever stopping if he got the opportunity.
Usually, Joel liked these type of people, they made conversation pleasant for persons who weren’t that skilled at small talk - like him.
But right now, Joel just wished that Noah would stop talking.
It would make things go by faster.
But on the other hand…
Even if they did finish the tour faster than within half an hour, he would still have to face Erin again.
It was no use, there was no other way, he needed to use the toilet, sooner rather than later.
Inside the room, Joel saw dozens of computers on desks, people of all ages were focused on their work.
He saw a man who viewed the animation of a trotting horse, a woman was busy with changing the position of a lion’s legs.
Noah turned around, smiling.
“What do you say?”
“It’s… amazing”, Joel said and wished he could have said that with more enthusiasm.
But his urgent need made it impossible to express anything other than sheer desperation or just staying neutral.
To not make a fool of himself he preferred the option ‘neutral.’
“Yeah, right? I've been in the industry for six years now and it’s still amazing every single day. Come on, I wanna show you something cool.”
Joel had no other option than following Noah, still not spotting a toilet door although he was looking for it.
He inhaled and finally said it: “Hey, um, could you show me where the toilet is, please?”
Noah half-turned around to him while walking down the corridor.
“Oh, sure. But let me show you our break room first. It’s on the way.”
Joel wanted to say that he didn’t want to see the break room first, that he couldn’t wait, but didn’t.
Instead, he just followed Noah into a spacey room, each wall painted in a different colour.
Sofas were placed around the walls, big windows let the sunlight in.
In a corner stood a big table with chairs, in the middle were two foosball tables.
“Isn’t that a cool idea? Almost every day someone will start a new competition and by the end of the day everyone has participated in at least one round.”
Joel forced a grin.
Yes, he liked the idea of spending breaks like that - just not at the moment.
“I would challenge you with a round but I want you to see all the other departments. Follow me.”
Noah already seemed to have forgotten about Joel’s request to show him the toilet.
Joel closed his eyes for a moment, forming the words until he said: “Could you point me to the nearest toilet?”
“Oh right, I’d almost forgotten. It’s just down the corridor.”
A few moments later, Joel was able to spot the toilet doors and already quickened his step when Noah interfered: “You know what? I really want to show you my current project. The team I work in takes care of the post production for a new Science Fiction TV series. Oh, you’ve got to see this!”
“That sounds great but I definitely need to go to the toilet first”, Joel replied.
Noah, agitated and brimming with excitement about the current project, was oblivious to Joel’s need.
“Oh come on, it’ll just be two minutes or so. You can nip to the loo for a quick pee afterwards.”
“Noah, I’m not joking. I really need to go to…”
But Noah had already pushed a door to their left open.
It was a smaller room with fewer computers and was currently completely empty.
Noah walked to the first computer in reach, turned it on and logged in.
“I need the toilet”, Joel said again but not loud enough for Noah to notice.
The curly haired VFX artist was much too preoccupied in searching something in the computers folder to even listen to what Joel was saying.
Overridden with a sudden burst of panic, Joel pressed his knees together so forcefully, it hurt and grabbed his dick through his jeans.
He honestly didn’t care about being discreet and he wasn’t even feeling embarrassment about doing something like this.
Noah wasn’t paying attention to him after all and there was no one else to see.
The door was a solid one, not a glass door so that provided more privacy as well.
Joel clamped his fingers around his penis desperately and pressed down really hard to avoid leaking.
Nevertheless a spurt of warm piss sprayed out and absolutely mortified he realised that a small wet patch was visible on his trousers.
Hadn't he thought that his black jeans were an advantage just about forty minutes ago?
Obviously, they weren’t, then.
“Look here! Isn't that a breathtaking explosion of that starship?”
Noah seemed to vibrate with the excitement and joy of sharing his project with someone.
Joel was about to say something when he felt something else that was equally breathtaking - but because of shock, not because of amazement.
A scorching hot stream of piss sprayed out of his penis and he felt that his boxers soaked it up only partly.
Some amount of it shot right through the fabric and ran down his left leg.
He could feel his sock getting wet, it trickled into his shoe and under his foot, tickling the sole as if to tease him about his predicament.
“I worked on that explosion for hours, it wasn't that easy to accomplish because it needed to be…”
Noah was still completely oblivious of Joel's state.
Joel stood there, bent forward, both hands buried in his crotch, holding himself for dear life.
He felt one trickle after the other escape, he fought against it as best as he could but just couldn't stop dribbling pee.
“Noah, I have to pee, now! Otherwise I'm going to wet myself!”, he blurted out, his loud and panicky voice finally snatching Noah back to reality.
“Right, you asked for the toilet… Just outside the room, you saw it, didn't you?”
Joel started to move but at this moment he knew it was too late.
The terrible sensation came over him, pee was spurting into his pants and then suddenly it started to pour forcefully out of his crotch.
He was just one metre away from the door leading into the corridor but he knew he couldn't make it.
And he didn't want to risk getting the floor all wet and leaving behind a trail of piss leading to the toilet.
His boxers were soaked within seconds, the hot urine streamed down both his legs in gushing jets.
He had no control over his bladder, it emptied itself with such a force and speed that it made him almost dizzy.
The trouser legs became sopping wet at the inner thighs, the warm wetness was spreading at the fronts, pee kept pouring down and was also saturating the fabric around his shins and ankles.
Joel felt his socks getting completely washed down with urine, ruined and pushed down until they crumpled in his shoes.
The urine was also filling his shoes, it felt incredibly uncomfortable because the dampness soon became a clammy, cold dampness.
As if that hadn't all been bad enough already, a strong jet of piss pattered right down onto the blue office floor, smaller trickles were streaming outside the trousers at Joel’s thighs and knees, dripping onto the floor as well.
Only seconds after he'd started to urinate, a puddle had formed around his shoes.
All the while, Noah stood there as frozen as Joel, watching with his mouth open, his eyes wide.
He seemed to have nothing to say, at least momentarily.
Finally the stream slowed down and Joel finished his massive pee after more than a minute.
His bladder still ached, though but what hurt more was the humiliation.
He'd actually wet himself, not during the interview, though, but while being inside the company and with a witness present.
“Shit”, Joel muttered quietly. “Shit, oh damn, bloody hell…”
Then he looked up and gazed at Noah, who was still absolutely shocked.
“I'm sorry. Oh God, I'm so sorry. I didn't want this to happen, I… I'm so sorry…”
He didn't know what else to do than apologise.
Eventually, Noah was able to move and speak again.
He waved it off.
“Oh, it's alright, honestly. The floor can be wiped within minutes and nobody will ever know about this.”
“You… you're not… I don't know, mad at me?”, Joel asked hesitantly.
Noah laughed.
He seemed very composed for someone who'd just witnessed a lad wetting himself so spectacularly.
He shook his head.
“No, of course not. Do you think you're the first one to have an accident inside this company?”
“Wait… I'm not?”
Noah laughed again.
“Mate, this is VFX. Crazy and unexpected things are bound to happen here. We had a guy who lit a pizza box on fire once. By accident, of course. And another guy fell asleep while waiting for a horrendously vast amount of scenes to render and fully peed himself. He’d had an energy drink, a 500 ml bottle of coke and a cup of coffee beforehand. I guess his bladder just couldn’t handle the amount of consumed liquid.”
Joel tried a weak smile but if he was honest that didn’t really cheer him up.
“What am I going to do? I need to meet Erin in about fifteen minutes. I can’t do so in piss-soaked trousers!”
A sudden new surge of panic threatened to overwhelm him, he just wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.
Maybe this was all just a horrible nightmare?
Yes, it had to be. Surely he would wake up in his bed any minute now.
The interview hadn’t happened yet, it had all just happened in a dream.
A horrible dream.
But then, Noah approached him and gently put a hand on Joel’s shoulder.
“Mate, it’s alright. I’ll help you sort this out, okay? Just don’t panic.”
“But I don’t have dry clothes to change into”, Joel said, feeling so helpless.
Had he really blown his career chances by pissing himself inside the company?
How stupid could he be?
Why hadn’t he just asked for the toilet at any point?
Either Max or Erin or he should have insisted he needed to go immediately when Noah had led him around.
“This was my only chance”, he mumbled while Noah seemed to think about something.
“Hm?”
“This was my only chance! Infinity Frame was the first company who invited me for an interview. Do you know how hard it is to get into this industry?”
Now, Joel was near crying and he was mad at himself.
He’d already pissed himself, no need to get overly emotional about it now.
It was all terrible enough already.
“Yes, I know, of course I do. I’ve experienced it myself. Now, don’t worry. Look, here’s my plan: You’ll go to the toilet and lock yourself in a stall. Give me five minutes, I’ll organise a towel and something that can be used as a washcloth. Then you’ll give yourself a wash down and afterwards we’ll sort out the rest, okay?”
Joel could only nod.
He still couldn’t quite believe that Noah was ready to help him and even planned how to help instead of laughing at him.
Noah opened the door a little and looked outside.
“No one’s in the corridor. Hurry!”, he whispered and let Joel pass who walked to the gents with long strides.
Joel entered, hoping there would be no one inside.
Luckily, he was alone.
The room was white tiled and small with two sinks and urinals and a stall.
He hastily went in there and locked the door.
Then he unbuckled his belt and tried to push his jeans down but the wet fabric clung to his skin.
He pushed with force but had to peel it off, slowly easing it down beneath his hips and then further downwards.
When the soaked, heavy material sagged around his ankles, he unlaced his shoes, took them off and stepped out his jeans.
He picked them up and placed them on the closed lid of the toilet.
Joel winced when he saw how wet his socks and the insides of his shoes were.
He’d planned to wear black socks because they would have fitted to his black shoes but then he’d realised that he didn’t have any because he’d recently binned his only pair after poking a hole through them.
So instead he’d opted for dark grey socks, telling himself they appeared black as long as no one would look too closely.
Well, now they were black indeed.
Anxiously, he picked up one of his shoes and felt the inside.
The sole was soaked with urine and he started to smell the typical odour.
I’ve just pissed myself. How did I let it come so far? I haven’t wet myself since being a little child.
Joel looked down at his white boxers and winced again.
They were absolutely sodden with urine and therefore had become quite transparent so he could clearly see the outline of his privates through them.
“Joel? Are you in there?”
Noah had entered the room.
“Yes.”
“I’ve got two towels. You can use one of them as a washcloth. We’ve only got hand soap, it’s not ideal but it’ll do.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
“Erm, you need to come out in order to do it”, Noah said. “I’ll stay at the door to make sure no one comes in.”
Joel hesitated.
If he stepped out of the stall now, Noah would see him almost naked from the waist downwards.
And he was all too aware of his transparent boxers…
“Joel?”
“Yes, I'm coming.”
Taking a deep breath, he unlocked the door and stepped outside.
Noah glanced at him for a second, then blushing when he caught sight of the white boxers.
“Er… I'm outside, just… I don't know…. Call me when you're done or something", he stammered and hastily left the room.
Joel stripped his boxers down, letting them fall onto the floor.
Noah had put two bright blue towels on the sink.
Joel wet one of it with water and applied soap to it, wiping his private parts, legs and feet. Then he rinsed the towel off and repeated the procedure with fresh water.
Afterwards, he dried himself with the other towel.
It wasn't until then that it occurred to him: What was he going to wear? His boxers were sodden, so were his jeans.
He couldn't put either of it on again, it would be visible and it smelled of urine.
And there were no hand dryers in the gents to solve the problem either.
Joel held the dry towel in front of his privates and called for Noah who entered.
“What should I do? I can't put my boxers or trousers on, they're absolutely soaked”, Joel said, feeling helpless.
Noah thought for a moment, then his face lit up.
“Wait here. Best to go back into the stall. I’ll be right back.”
Joel bent down and picked up his boxers from the floor.
They had left a visible damp patch on the bright floor.
Just two minutes later, something dark was thrown over the stall door and startled Joel.
“What’s that?”, he asked.
“Jogging trousers. I planned to go to the gym after work. But now you need them more than I do. Unfortunately I don’t have any underwear I could give you”, Noah replied.
“That’s no problem. Thank you so much!”
Joel hastily put the black jogging trousers on.
They were a bit too short but fitted alright.
Joel exited the stall and smiled at Noah.
“Thanks mate.”
“No worries. Maybe try and wash your clothes so they don’t smell as much. I’ll ask around if someone has a plastic bag. You can put them in there and then put them inside your backpack. No one will notice.”
“Alright. But don’t tell anyone, will you?”
“Of course I won’t! We’ll keep this between us.”
Suddenly it came into Joel’s mind.
“I’ll have to meet Erin again in… Oh God, in three minutes!”
“Hey, at least you’re wearing black trousers again. Maybe she notices that you’re wearing different ones. Maybe she doesn’t. She just met you, I don’t think she exactly remembers what you were wearing half an hour ago. Just don’t worry about that.”
A few minutes later, Joel had dried the insides of his shoes with the towel and put his soaked socks back on. He had put his clothes into a plastic bag and stuffed it into his backpack.
Noah led him back to the interview room and his heart pounded with the fear that Erin might say something about the jogging trousers.
But she didn’t even seem to notice or if she did she didn’t say anything.
“How do you like our offices?”, she asked.
“They’re amazing. They truly are. Noah showed me around very thoroughly and explained everything that was important”, Joel answered.
“Yes, he’s very enthusiastic”, Erin laughed.
“Now, do you have any questions?”
“No, Noah was able to answer them all”, Joel lied.
He didn’t need to tell her that he’d hardly been able to think straight when Noah had showed him around.
“That’s great. Did you get to see some of the current work?”
“Yes, it was incredible, I liked it very much”, Joel said and hoped it would soon be over.
He was still anxious she might make a remark about the changed trousers.
Erin smiled. “Good. Now, I’ll accompany you back to the door, it’s easy to get lost in here at first.”
A short while later
“Noah?”
“Yeah?”
“Sorry to bother you again, I’m surely distracting you from work but do you have a moment?”
Noah frowned, wondering what Erin could want from him again.
Surely not another interviewee to lead around?
She didn’t mention any more interviews for today.
“Yes, of course”, he answered nevertheless and followed her outside the room.
“What’s up?”, he then asked.
“Not here, follow me.”
Behind her back, Noah raised an eyebrow.
Now he truly wondered what was the matter, why did she behave so oddly?
Usually she didn’t care if other people heard what she had to say, too.
They went into her office, a very small room at the end of the corridor that only contained a desk and two chairs.
“It won’t be long but please, take a seat nevertheless”, she said and sat down behind her desk.
Noah sat down and waited for her to speak but instead, Erin took a deep breath and then sighed.
“I can’t help it, it’ll sound stupid no matter how I am going to phrase it”, she began.
“I don’t mind. Nothing can be too absurd to shock me”, Noah ensured her.
Erin smiled briefly. “Yeah, I know that. That’s why I’m glad it’s you who can probably answer my question.”
“And the question is?”
He didn’t want to be rude or seem impatient but he really needed to get back to his work, she’d observed right, she had indeed distracted him again.
Erin sighed again.
“It’ll sound weird. Doesn’t matter. Well, I noticed that Joel was wearing completely different trousers when I met him again after your tour. At the interview he wore black jeans, I’m sure of that. But afterwards he wore black jogging trousers. I didn’t notice at first, it only occurred to me after a few minute’s time. Why was he suddenly wearing different trousers?”
Noah avoided her gaze.
“Can’t say”, he mumbled.
“You can’t or you don’t want to?”, she inquired.
“Isn’t that the same?”
There was nothing more he wished for than being able to escape this conversation.
He had promised Joel to keep the incident confidential but what was he going to tell Erin?
He couldn’t lie, he wasn’t able to invent a story that would fit the change of trousers.
But could he tell her the truth?
Erin was an honest, trustworthy person and not exactly the chatty kind who would gossip.
She wouldn’t tell anyone but still… He’d promised Joel not to say anything.
“Look, Noah, I don’t want to bring you in a difficult situation. If you are uncomfortable in telling me why, it’s alright. I just wondered about the reason and I also wondered where he managed to get those jogging trousers from.”
“You wouldn’t believe it. Even if I told you, you wouldn’t be able to take it as the truth”, Noah said.
“What happened? What could be so extraordinary that I wouldn’t believe it?”
“Oh, Erin, you won’t believe it. He’s wet himself.”
“He did what?”
“I swear it’s true. Joel has wet himself while I led him around. He must have been bursting for quite a while and I do recall that he asked me to show him the toilet but I put it off because I wanted to show him around properly first. Suddenly, he got really frantic and shouted he needed the toilet or he would wet himself or something like that”, Noah explained.
“And he did?”, Erin asked, he eyes suddenly sparkled.
“Yes, he did. He was just standing there and it was all gushing down his legs. It went into his shoes and there was a huge puddle on the floor - don’t worry, I’ve mopped it thoroughly. I organised something so he could wash himself and then I lent him my jogging trousers. That’s it.”
Erin sat there motionlessly for a moment then she shook her head.
“And I already wondered why he was fidgeting so much during the interview. I thought he was only nervous but then I observed how he pressed his legs together and was really squirming in his chair. Incredible that he has wet himself, isn’t it? Who would imagine something like this? No one thinks that a grown man wouldn’t make it to the toilet in time, right?”
Noah could only nod, he felt highly embarrassed about the whole conversation.
“Of course I won’t tell anyone what happened to Joel. And I would ask you to do the same. Well then, I don’t want to keep you from working any longer”, Erin said and Noah hastily left the office.
But back in front of his computer he could hardly concentrate and spent some time thinking.
He knew that Erin had a somewhat special interest in lads who desperately needed to pee or wet themselves.
It wasn’t like she openly told her colleagues but there were subtle signs and Noah was no fool, he was a great observer.
Although he had failed to notice Joel’s urgent need for the toilet earlier, he had to admit.
Had it been right to tell Erin?
He knew that she would be honest enough not to let this incident influence her decision about whether Joel would get the job or not.
But he still felt a bit guilty about breaking his promise to Joel.
But it had been impossible not to tell Erin, she always got to know about incidents as this, it was just in her nature to find out about what exactly happened.
Noah’s thoughts wandered to Paul.
He hadn’t just left Infinity Frame VFX because he’d received a better offer from a Canadian company.
There had been that one incident…
A week later
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!”
Not quite awake, Joel shuffled through the corridor to the door and opened it.
“Hey, good morning. I hope I’m not interrupting your daily routine or something.”
“Noah?”, Joel asked, surprised.
“Yep, it’s me. Sorry that I’m just appearing at your doorstep like this. Erm, the front door was open, your neighbours from downstairs seem to move out”, Noah explained.
Joel laughed and ran a hand through his still uncombed, blond hair.
“The Millers. They’re starting early this morning, it’s just half past eight. Do you want to come in?”
“Only if it doesn’t make any circumstances. Actually I only came to… well, to ask if I could have my jogging trousers back.”
“Rubbish, it doesn’t make any circumstances. I’ve just not thought about getting paid a visit so I’ve been still in bed when you rang the bell. Just come in. Tea or coffee?”
Joel led Noah into the kitchen which was bathed in bright sunlight and offered him a seat.
“Tea, please. I already had a cup of coffee, I’m not sure my bladder could handle another one”, Noah said, cautiously.
Although Joel had turned his back to him while getting two cups out of the cupboard, he could clearly see that Joel stiffened when he heard those words.
Of course they had to remind of last week’s embarrassment which Noah had witnessed.
“Yeah, too much coffee can be fatal indeed”, Joel replied and sat down opposite of Noah, placing two steaming cups of tea on the table.
Noah took a sip, then cleared his throat and began: “Listen, Joel, I did something stupid…”
And at the same time Joel said: “I’ve washed your jogging trousers…”
They broke off and laughed.
“I've washed your trousers, I'll fetch them after we've drunk our tea”, Joel said.
“Where did you get my address by the way?”
Noah cleared his throat again.
“I asked Erin. She usually doesn't give such information, honestly. But this was a special case, I told her I needed to know where you live because I lent you something…”
He broke off.
“It’s no problem that she told you, if you're worried about that”, Joel assured.
In fact, if he was honest, he quite enjoyed Noah's company.
He seemed to be an easy-going and nice enough fellow.
“No, its not that. Something stupid happened… I… Joel, I'm sorry about it, you have to believe me!”, Noah pleaded.
“Yeah, alright. Shouldn't you tell me what it is first, though?”, Joel asked, slightly amused.
“Sure, I just… Listen, Erin asked me why you were wearing different trousers. At the interview day, I mean. She noticed. I couldn't invent a story and I couldn't pretend not to know. I know I promised you we would keep this between us but I told her.”
The words gushed out of him and he didn't even stop to breathe between the sentences.
When he finally stopped, he inhaled deeply.
Joel kept silent for a moment, taking in what Noah had just told him.
Then he smiled.
“Well, I would have liked it better if Erin didn't get to know but I guess she already thought something like this. I mean, I was suddenly wearing totally informal jogging trousers. How could she not think that I've wet myself? I'm sure she would have figured it out even if you didn't tell her. So don't worry about it, okay?”
Noah visibly relaxed.
“Oh good. I thought you were going to skin me alive”, he muttered and Joel laughed.
“At first I seriously considered it but you're a nice bloke”, he said, then smiled and added: “Only joking, I'm not mad in the slightest.”
Noah wanted to say something in return when Joel's phone chimed and a notification plopped up on the screen.
He opened it, read for some seconds and then his face went blank and white.
“What's up? What happened?”, Noah demanded, worried.
Joel couldn't speak, he just handed Noah the phone.
The frizzy haired lad didn't react as much as Joel did but his eyes widened at what he saw.
The notification had been an email.
It read:
Subject: Offer for 3D Animator Role at Infinity Frame VFX
Dear Joel,
we are pleased to offer you the position of a 3D Animator at Infinity Frame VFX. Your passion and expertise truly stood out during the selection process. Please find your contract attached to this email. If you choose to accept the offer, kindly return the signed contract by April 12th. We look forward to the possibility of welcoming you to our team.
Best regards,
Erin Miller
Recruiting
Infinity Frame VFX
“You're in!”, Noah exclaimed.
“I'm in!”, Joel shouted at the same time and they both smiled.
“Seems like we're gonna be colleagues then”, Noah said.
“Yeah. I'm really looking forward to it. Oh, I'm gonna fetch your trousers, colleague, I almost forgot.”
After Joel had returned and handed the trousers to Noah, he busied himself with making some toast.
“When do you have to be at work?”, he asked.
“At nine.”
“Then you've got time to eat a toast as well, if you want to.”
“Sure, thanks.”
“I'm afraid I've only got some jam and honey, I need to go to the supermarket again”, Joel said and put the jars on the table.
“That's fine.”
They ate in silence for a while, then Joel said: “I'm glad I got the job, I really am. But the thought of having to face Erin again and to know that she knows what happened to me… That she knows I've wet myself on the interview day…”
He buried his face in his hands.
“It's so embarrassing, I'm not sure whether I'll be able to cope! I keep having nightmares about the accident and now I'm going to have to see her again and act professionally. How am I going to do this?”
Noah inhaled.
He had an idea of what to say but was it a good idea?
He'd sworn to himself to never tell that story to anyone because it was too humiliating.
And it wouldn't be fair to tell it.
But he sensed that Joel was really tortured by what had happened to him.
It couldn't be that bad if he only told Joel, he'd never told anyone else.
No one knew apart from the people who'd also witnessed the incident.
“Listen, Joel. I'm gonna tell you a story that really happened. We've had an animator at Infinity Frame, his name was Paul. He recently moved to Canada.”
“Oh, right, Max mentioned him. He's the one I owe my job to.”
“Exactly. Well, he didn't just move to Canada because he wanted to. There has been that incident..."
Anyone interested in Paul’s story?
Just a few metres in stood an ambulance with flashing blue lights but the paramedics were nowhere to be seen, probably in one of the houses.
The street was narrow and there was no chance Joel would be able to drive past the ambulance.
The 24 year old man swore under his breath while his mind raced.
What was he supposed to do?
He had a job interview in a VFX company in twenty minutes, had to go home first, then drive to the company, get up all the stairs…
He was sweating only thinking about it.
This was his big chance, after all.
After graduating from a VFX program four months ago, Joel had applied to almost a dozen companies but mostly, they’d searched for more experienced artists.
He knew that his showreel was excellent, he’d put a lot of effort into it and ‘good’ had never been good enough for his standards.
Companies didn’t look for ‘good’ showreels, after all. They looked for brilliant showreels that were innovative and showed talent.
But even a brilliant showreel didn’t guarantee success as a VFX artist.
He knew that getting into this industry was hard and therefore he was determined to nail this interview today.
He needed to go back home because he’d forgotten his portfolio which contained his work samples.
And there was another more pressing reason why he needed to get home first: his bladder.
Nervous as he was, Joel had emptied a large cup of coffee for breakfast and despite having peed before leaving the house, he’d soon felt desperate for the toilet again.
If it wasn’t for the work samples, he could just drive to the company and use their toilet.
But on the other hand…
“Damn!”
Overwhelmed with frustration and anxiety, he slammed the steering wheel.
It wasn’t just the work samples, he realised.
His need to pee was the driving force behind his wish to get home.
How unprofessional would it seem when he entered the company’s building and directly asked for the toilet?
But he knew he wouldn't be able to survive the interview without relieving himself first.
Anxiously, Joel threw a glance at his wrist watch.
Only fifteen minutes left and still no sign of the paramedics coming back anytime soon.
“Come on, come on”, Joel mumbled quietly, shifting around to find a more comfortable position.
He tried to convinced himself that the pressure in his bladder wasn’t too bad.
And maybe it wasn’t but his heart thumped in anticipation and all he could think of was his interview.
The excitement made the urgency of his problem worse than it actually was.
Maybe if he would drive really slowly and carefully he could squeeze past between the ambulance and the fence of a frontyard.
But even though his car was small he knew exactly that it wouldn’t fit.
So instead he squeezed himself, pressing his thighs shut while he did so.
It calmed the urge for a moment and Joel had a second’s time to feel confident again.
He hastily weighed his options.
He could wait for the ambulance to leave, fetch his portfolio and pee but he would risk being late for the interview.
He could drive to the company now and ask to use their toilet and then nail the interview.
Or he could drive to the company, sit through the interview and pee afterwards.
Joel groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs.
None of those options appealed to him.
If he was late for the interview he wouldn’t get the job, he was certain of that.
People in the VFX industry might be relaxed and laid back but they surely weren’t oblivious to punctuality and organisation.
If he asked for their toilet first thing after arriving, he would seem unprofessional and unprepared and that wouldn’t make a good first impression.
If he chose to sit through the interview with a full bladder on the other hand, that could spell disaster.
Another frantic glance at his wrist watch showed him there was nothing else than picking option 3.
Only 11 minutes left.
With a half suppressed curse, Joel manoeuvred the car around and drove out of the side street.
It was still bothering him that he was leaving his portfolio at home.
Sure, he had already submitted his CV and showreel online but the portfolio contained the certificate he got when he graduated from his VFX school, a letter of motivation and some test renders.
It was nothing he really needed to take to the interview, they didn’t specifically ask for it but he’d thought it would be a good idea to show some initiative.
But what far worse was that he’d had no chance to take his much needed piss.
The urge pulsed through his lower abdomen, his bladder was swollen.
When he arrived in the car park of Infinity Frame VFX, he was seriously bursting.
While Joel climbed out of the car and looked around to find out in which direction he needed to walk, he couldn’t keep himself from fidgeting.
Since it was a shared car park of five companies in total he hoped there might be toilets around but his frantic search revealed nothing.
Whenever he spotted a door and thought it meant relief, it was just a door leading to another exit from the car park.
And now it was only a matter of six minutes, he needed to get into the building or he’d be late despite abandoning his portfolio and much needed toilet break.
While he was walking through a door and climbing up some stairs, Joel got aware of how much he was sweating.
Oh great, he thought. This is just outright brilliant. Now, I’m not only bursting for a piss, no, in a few minutes I’ll reek as if I’d just run a marathon.
He had opted for more casual but nevertheless a bit formal clothes and could feel his white t-shirt stick to his back.
At least I’m wearing black jeans, Joel thought but it was black humour.
Yes, black jeans were less likely to show wetness than blue ones or any other colour.
But he couldn’t seriously think about wetting himself, could he?
That was just downright ridiculous, he was all grown up and he wouldn’t just pee himself.
He couldn’t let that happen during a job interview.
Black jeans or not, his bladder was so full that the fabric would never be able to soak it all in.
It would be splattering onto the floor, visibly and audibly and the smell of it would be quite obvious as well.
Joel shook his head violently to scare those stupids thoughts away.
He needed to concentrate, he needed to keep focused… he needed to pee.
Damn, this realisation kept coming into his mind over and over again like an unwanted guest.
Maybe, just maybe he would have to change his option 3 to option 2 what would mean asking for the toilet.
Either it was asking before or after the interview, he realised.
No way he would be able to drive back home again with dry trousers, he would pee himself mercilessly in the car if not already in the car park.
Frantic and anxious, Joel finally reached the company and rang the bell.
Just a few seconds later, a man in his thirties opened the door.
He smiled and greeted Joel. “Hi, I’m Max. Are you here for the interview?”
Joel knew that people working in VFX were relaxed and not formal at all but he was still surprised by this colloquial introduction.
“Er, yes, hello. Joel Harper”, he replied, his mind still occupied with his pressing problem.
A quick glance showed him that there were no toilets around.
The entrance area of the company showed various doors labelled as offices, a corridor turned to the left and to the right.
“Alright, I’ll show you to the interview room”, Max said and started walking.
Still stunned, Joel followed him, aware of how each step was jostling his full bladder.
Just ten minutes ago he had been able to tell himself that the urge wasn't that bad.
Now it was definitely bad.
Joel let his gaze wander around to take his environment in but mainly because he hoped to see a toilet door.
Instead he saw the dark wooden floor, the white walls and ceiling, bright blue and glass doors.
Glances through the glass doors revealed rooms stuffed with tables and computers, people sitting inside, working on animation or whatever.
Joel couldn’t really identify anything they worked on while walking past.
“What role did you apply for?”, Max wanted to know.
Joel hadn’t expected him to speak and it startled him more than it would have under normal circumstances.
The short moment of shock made his bladder send out vicious surges of urgency.
Joel clenched his sphincter shut and answered as casually as he could: “I filled out a General Application and got invited to an interview for the role of a 3D Animator.”
Max laughed. “Yeah, we had one of the most talented animators ever but he decided to move to Canada and work for a bigger company there. But hey, no pressure whatsoever”, he added when he realised that Joel’s face expression had changed from neutral to worried.
“I’m sure you’re just as great.”
Joel took a deep breath.
Now he didn’t only have to worry about his increasing need but also about getting the job.
Well, at least he worried about that more now than he already did.
A brilliant animator who even managed to get a job in an even bigger company in Canada?
How could they offer Joel a job?
He was just a graduate, he’d never worked in VFX, never had a project on his own.
He simply lacked experience.
And he needed to pee.
He wouldn’t just be an inexperienced youngster sitting in his first interview, no.
He would be an inexperienced youngster sitting in his first interview, fidgeting as if someone had put ants into his boxer shorts.
It was no use, he needed to ask for the toilet.
“Er, actually…”, he began but at this moment Max said: “Here we are”, and knocked at a door.
With this he effectively drowned Joel’s words even if only by accident and Joel lacked the courage and nerves to try and speak up again.
“Come in!”, someone called from inside the room and Max pushed the door open.
“Morning, Erin, this is Joel, here for the interview”, Max said.
The room was rather small, there was a small table and two comfortable looking chairs with cushions.
On one of the chairs sat a young blonde woman with glasses.
Now she got up, walked towards Joel and extended her hand.
“I’m Erin. I’ll be leading the interview with you”, she said.
“Joel Harper”, he answered, acutely aware that his last chance to use the toilet before the interview had just slipped away.
How awkward would it be to ask to be excused just now?
So he took a seat on the offered chair, accepted a glass of water (he wondered how he’d been capable of agreeing) and tried to relax.
Max had left the room and closed the door.
The interview wasn’t that bad.
Erin kept asking questions like “What do you like most about VFX?”, “Why do you want to work for Infinity Frame VFX?”, “Where do you see yourself in 5 years from now?”
Joel had prepared for these questions, answered swiftly and thoroughly and Erin made notes.
Whenever she looked down on her notepad, he pressed his legs together, firmly tucking himself between his thighs.
He desperately wanted to pinch his dick but how could he possibly do this during a job interview?
From time to time, Joel slid onto the edge of the chair and alternately tilted his pelvis forwards and backwards.
This was a frantic movement, as well as his repeated shifting movements to find a better position.
But Erin didn’t seem to notice or if she did she just didn’t comment on it.
“Okay, I take it that this is your first job interview since graduating from your VFX school. Tell me, what was your favourite project to work on there and why?”
Joel had prepared this carefully, he knew exactly what to say - the only problem was that it had completely vanished from his mind now.
He felt a small trickle of urine seep into his boxers and he stupidly thought about how they were going to have an ugly yellow stain later, especially visible because his boxers where white.
“Joel?”
Her voice snatched him from his thoughts and he straightened up a bit.
“Uh, right. My favourite project…”
But his concentration drifted off, shifted to his full bladder once again.
Would Erin still consider to offer him a job when he blurted out that he needed to go to the toilet immediately?
Maybe but he couldn’t risk it.
He pulled himself together with sheer willpower and finally answered: “I’d say my favourite project was when we were told to create a two minute video and the only requirement was to include an explosion at some point. I chose old sailing ships and sea battles from around 1790 and included the explosion at the end. It was a lot of work to make one of the ships explode and make it look realistic but I welcomed the challenge.”
Erin smiled. “That sound amazing, honestly. I’ve got two last questions for you. The first one is: How do you handle stress?”
Joel inhaled.
Usually he handled it quite well but at the moment…
His bladder was challenging him and yes, it added more stress to the whole interview than was necessary.
Joel sensed that his shirt now completely stuck to his back, his boxers were clinging to his dick and around his backside both because of the urine he’d leaked and because he was still sweating.
But his boxers felt so damp that he wasn’t sure if he had leaked more pee than he had thought.
Suddenly he was aware that Erin was looking at him, still expecting an answer to her question.
Oh bloody hell, I need to concentrate or I can forget about getting a job already, it raced through his mind. But I have to pee! Oh gosh, I have to pee so badly. How am I going to make it?
“Erm… I would say I handle stress quite well. During my apprenticeship at the VFX school, I experienced a lot of stress. We had a lot of lessons and long days, then whole weeks where we had to complete complex projects. I am used to working until late at night and I know how tight the deadlines can be sometimes. But even if something feels overwhelming, I manage to keep calm and focus on the task at hand rather than on the stress itself.”
Except in this situation, it occurred to him.
During his VFX program, he’d often put everything off, took no breaks, didn’t eat for a long time and held his pee for a horrendous amount of hours just because he needed to finish something important.
But it had never been a problem, he hadn’t felt his bladder for hours and when he reached his limit, his body would remind him that a toilet break was necessary.
But today his bladder was bothering him so much that it really stressed him, he just couldn’t handle the pressure like he usually did.
“Great. And the final question is…”
Her words drowned out, blood was rushing so loudly in Joel’s ears that it was almost deafening.
A bit of piss spurted out of his cock and Joel caught his breath, willing himself to hold on.
The interview was almost done, he couldn’t lose control now.
He needed to keep it together, just for a few more minutes.
“Uh, sorry, could you repeat that, please?”, he asked.
Erin did and Joel quickly answered, trying to keep his outwardly calm demeanour.
“Thank you for being so open about your experiences and hopes, Joel”, Erin said and he thought: Finally it’s over!
He could feel another spurt jetting out and this time he squeezed himself shut through his pocket.
He knew that Erin would be able to tell what he was doing when she was looking close but she didn’t seem to notice at all.
“So, I’d say we’re finished here”, Erin concluded and stood up.
Joel followed her example, thus a bit more slowly and carefully.
It felt like every movement could cause him to leak more pee - something he absolutely couldn’t afford, despite his black jeans.
His boxers felt soaked and clammy against his skin, it was uncomfortable.
When he got home, he would take a shower right away.
But first he would have to ask for the toilet.
Joel opened his mouth to just say it when Erin said: “Actually, I would want you to meet Noah. He’ll give you a tour through the company.”
Joel felt his stomach drop.
No, that couldn’t be possible.
That couldn’t be happening.
Not now.
“Follow me”, Erin said and left the room, walking down a corridor.
She was walking fast and Joel could hardly keep up with her, his bursting bladder made it almost impossible to walk at all.
Erin opened a door to an office, poked her head in and asked: “Is Noah here?”
Some seconds later, a tall man with brown, curly hair and sparkling blue eyes emerged and grinned when he spotted Joel.
“New blood?”, he asked Erin.
“If you will. Noah, this is Joel, we’ve just finished the interview. Can you show him around a bit?”
“Sure. Let me show you the animation department first. It’s just over there.”
“I would like to see you back in the interview room in… let’s say half an hour. I’m looking forward to hearing how you like our company”, Erin said before leaving the two men alone.
“Hey, where did you learn VFX?”, Noah asked.
Joel told him the name of his school and Noah’s eyes lit up.
“Really? Crazy, I went to the same school but I already graduated six years ago. Tell me, is Connor still there?”
“Yes.”
“In my opinion, he was one of he best instructors back when I attended the program. Oh look, there’s our main room where we do animation. We’ve got a few more smaller rooms but here you’ll see the most interesting things going on. Just enter, they won’t bite.”
Noah seemed to be one of those people who were always cheerful, babbly and full of energy.
Joel suspected that he could talk for hours straight without ever stopping if he got the opportunity.
Usually, Joel liked these type of people, they made conversation pleasant for persons who weren’t that skilled at small talk - like him.
But right now, Joel just wished that Noah would stop talking.
It would make things go by faster.
But on the other hand…
Even if they did finish the tour faster than within half an hour, he would still have to face Erin again.
It was no use, there was no other way, he needed to use the toilet, sooner rather than later.
Inside the room, Joel saw dozens of computers on desks, people of all ages were focused on their work.
He saw a man who viewed the animation of a trotting horse, a woman was busy with changing the position of a lion’s legs.
Noah turned around, smiling.
“What do you say?”
“It’s… amazing”, Joel said and wished he could have said that with more enthusiasm.
But his urgent need made it impossible to express anything other than sheer desperation or just staying neutral.
To not make a fool of himself he preferred the option ‘neutral.’
“Yeah, right? I've been in the industry for six years now and it’s still amazing every single day. Come on, I wanna show you something cool.”
Joel had no other option than following Noah, still not spotting a toilet door although he was looking for it.
He inhaled and finally said it: “Hey, um, could you show me where the toilet is, please?”
Noah half-turned around to him while walking down the corridor.
“Oh, sure. But let me show you our break room first. It’s on the way.”
Joel wanted to say that he didn’t want to see the break room first, that he couldn’t wait, but didn’t.
Instead, he just followed Noah into a spacey room, each wall painted in a different colour.
Sofas were placed around the walls, big windows let the sunlight in.
In a corner stood a big table with chairs, in the middle were two foosball tables.
“Isn’t that a cool idea? Almost every day someone will start a new competition and by the end of the day everyone has participated in at least one round.”
Joel forced a grin.
Yes, he liked the idea of spending breaks like that - just not at the moment.
“I would challenge you with a round but I want you to see all the other departments. Follow me.”
Noah already seemed to have forgotten about Joel’s request to show him the toilet.
Joel closed his eyes for a moment, forming the words until he said: “Could you point me to the nearest toilet?”
“Oh right, I’d almost forgotten. It’s just down the corridor.”
A few moments later, Joel was able to spot the toilet doors and already quickened his step when Noah interfered: “You know what? I really want to show you my current project. The team I work in takes care of the post production for a new Science Fiction TV series. Oh, you’ve got to see this!”
“That sounds great but I definitely need to go to the toilet first”, Joel replied.
Noah, agitated and brimming with excitement about the current project, was oblivious to Joel’s need.
“Oh come on, it’ll just be two minutes or so. You can nip to the loo for a quick pee afterwards.”
“Noah, I’m not joking. I really need to go to…”
But Noah had already pushed a door to their left open.
It was a smaller room with fewer computers and was currently completely empty.
Noah walked to the first computer in reach, turned it on and logged in.
“I need the toilet”, Joel said again but not loud enough for Noah to notice.
The curly haired VFX artist was much too preoccupied in searching something in the computers folder to even listen to what Joel was saying.
Overridden with a sudden burst of panic, Joel pressed his knees together so forcefully, it hurt and grabbed his dick through his jeans.
He honestly didn’t care about being discreet and he wasn’t even feeling embarrassment about doing something like this.
Noah wasn’t paying attention to him after all and there was no one else to see.
The door was a solid one, not a glass door so that provided more privacy as well.
Joel clamped his fingers around his penis desperately and pressed down really hard to avoid leaking.
Nevertheless a spurt of warm piss sprayed out and absolutely mortified he realised that a small wet patch was visible on his trousers.
Hadn't he thought that his black jeans were an advantage just about forty minutes ago?
Obviously, they weren’t, then.
“Look here! Isn't that a breathtaking explosion of that starship?”
Noah seemed to vibrate with the excitement and joy of sharing his project with someone.
Joel was about to say something when he felt something else that was equally breathtaking - but because of shock, not because of amazement.
A scorching hot stream of piss sprayed out of his penis and he felt that his boxers soaked it up only partly.
Some amount of it shot right through the fabric and ran down his left leg.
He could feel his sock getting wet, it trickled into his shoe and under his foot, tickling the sole as if to tease him about his predicament.
“I worked on that explosion for hours, it wasn't that easy to accomplish because it needed to be…”
Noah was still completely oblivious of Joel's state.
Joel stood there, bent forward, both hands buried in his crotch, holding himself for dear life.
He felt one trickle after the other escape, he fought against it as best as he could but just couldn't stop dribbling pee.
“Noah, I have to pee, now! Otherwise I'm going to wet myself!”, he blurted out, his loud and panicky voice finally snatching Noah back to reality.
“Right, you asked for the toilet… Just outside the room, you saw it, didn't you?”
Joel started to move but at this moment he knew it was too late.
The terrible sensation came over him, pee was spurting into his pants and then suddenly it started to pour forcefully out of his crotch.
He was just one metre away from the door leading into the corridor but he knew he couldn't make it.
And he didn't want to risk getting the floor all wet and leaving behind a trail of piss leading to the toilet.
His boxers were soaked within seconds, the hot urine streamed down both his legs in gushing jets.
He had no control over his bladder, it emptied itself with such a force and speed that it made him almost dizzy.
The trouser legs became sopping wet at the inner thighs, the warm wetness was spreading at the fronts, pee kept pouring down and was also saturating the fabric around his shins and ankles.
Joel felt his socks getting completely washed down with urine, ruined and pushed down until they crumpled in his shoes.
The urine was also filling his shoes, it felt incredibly uncomfortable because the dampness soon became a clammy, cold dampness.
As if that hadn't all been bad enough already, a strong jet of piss pattered right down onto the blue office floor, smaller trickles were streaming outside the trousers at Joel’s thighs and knees, dripping onto the floor as well.
Only seconds after he'd started to urinate, a puddle had formed around his shoes.
All the while, Noah stood there as frozen as Joel, watching with his mouth open, his eyes wide.
He seemed to have nothing to say, at least momentarily.
Finally the stream slowed down and Joel finished his massive pee after more than a minute.
His bladder still ached, though but what hurt more was the humiliation.
He'd actually wet himself, not during the interview, though, but while being inside the company and with a witness present.
“Shit”, Joel muttered quietly. “Shit, oh damn, bloody hell…”
Then he looked up and gazed at Noah, who was still absolutely shocked.
“I'm sorry. Oh God, I'm so sorry. I didn't want this to happen, I… I'm so sorry…”
He didn't know what else to do than apologise.
Eventually, Noah was able to move and speak again.
He waved it off.
“Oh, it's alright, honestly. The floor can be wiped within minutes and nobody will ever know about this.”
“You… you're not… I don't know, mad at me?”, Joel asked hesitantly.
Noah laughed.
He seemed very composed for someone who'd just witnessed a lad wetting himself so spectacularly.
He shook his head.
“No, of course not. Do you think you're the first one to have an accident inside this company?”
“Wait… I'm not?”
Noah laughed again.
“Mate, this is VFX. Crazy and unexpected things are bound to happen here. We had a guy who lit a pizza box on fire once. By accident, of course. And another guy fell asleep while waiting for a horrendously vast amount of scenes to render and fully peed himself. He’d had an energy drink, a 500 ml bottle of coke and a cup of coffee beforehand. I guess his bladder just couldn’t handle the amount of consumed liquid.”
Joel tried a weak smile but if he was honest that didn’t really cheer him up.
“What am I going to do? I need to meet Erin in about fifteen minutes. I can’t do so in piss-soaked trousers!”
A sudden new surge of panic threatened to overwhelm him, he just wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.
Maybe this was all just a horrible nightmare?
Yes, it had to be. Surely he would wake up in his bed any minute now.
The interview hadn’t happened yet, it had all just happened in a dream.
A horrible dream.
But then, Noah approached him and gently put a hand on Joel’s shoulder.
“Mate, it’s alright. I’ll help you sort this out, okay? Just don’t panic.”
“But I don’t have dry clothes to change into”, Joel said, feeling so helpless.
Had he really blown his career chances by pissing himself inside the company?
How stupid could he be?
Why hadn’t he just asked for the toilet at any point?
Either Max or Erin or he should have insisted he needed to go immediately when Noah had led him around.
“This was my only chance”, he mumbled while Noah seemed to think about something.
“Hm?”
“This was my only chance! Infinity Frame was the first company who invited me for an interview. Do you know how hard it is to get into this industry?”
Now, Joel was near crying and he was mad at himself.
He’d already pissed himself, no need to get overly emotional about it now.
It was all terrible enough already.
“Yes, I know, of course I do. I’ve experienced it myself. Now, don’t worry. Look, here’s my plan: You’ll go to the toilet and lock yourself in a stall. Give me five minutes, I’ll organise a towel and something that can be used as a washcloth. Then you’ll give yourself a wash down and afterwards we’ll sort out the rest, okay?”
Joel could only nod.
He still couldn’t quite believe that Noah was ready to help him and even planned how to help instead of laughing at him.
Noah opened the door a little and looked outside.
“No one’s in the corridor. Hurry!”, he whispered and let Joel pass who walked to the gents with long strides.
Joel entered, hoping there would be no one inside.
Luckily, he was alone.
The room was white tiled and small with two sinks and urinals and a stall.
He hastily went in there and locked the door.
Then he unbuckled his belt and tried to push his jeans down but the wet fabric clung to his skin.
He pushed with force but had to peel it off, slowly easing it down beneath his hips and then further downwards.
When the soaked, heavy material sagged around his ankles, he unlaced his shoes, took them off and stepped out his jeans.
He picked them up and placed them on the closed lid of the toilet.
Joel winced when he saw how wet his socks and the insides of his shoes were.
He’d planned to wear black socks because they would have fitted to his black shoes but then he’d realised that he didn’t have any because he’d recently binned his only pair after poking a hole through them.
So instead he’d opted for dark grey socks, telling himself they appeared black as long as no one would look too closely.
Well, now they were black indeed.
Anxiously, he picked up one of his shoes and felt the inside.
The sole was soaked with urine and he started to smell the typical odour.
I’ve just pissed myself. How did I let it come so far? I haven’t wet myself since being a little child.
Joel looked down at his white boxers and winced again.
They were absolutely sodden with urine and therefore had become quite transparent so he could clearly see the outline of his privates through them.
“Joel? Are you in there?”
Noah had entered the room.
“Yes.”
“I’ve got two towels. You can use one of them as a washcloth. We’ve only got hand soap, it’s not ideal but it’ll do.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
“Erm, you need to come out in order to do it”, Noah said. “I’ll stay at the door to make sure no one comes in.”
Joel hesitated.
If he stepped out of the stall now, Noah would see him almost naked from the waist downwards.
And he was all too aware of his transparent boxers…
“Joel?”
“Yes, I'm coming.”
Taking a deep breath, he unlocked the door and stepped outside.
Noah glanced at him for a second, then blushing when he caught sight of the white boxers.
“Er… I'm outside, just… I don't know…. Call me when you're done or something", he stammered and hastily left the room.
Joel stripped his boxers down, letting them fall onto the floor.
Noah had put two bright blue towels on the sink.
Joel wet one of it with water and applied soap to it, wiping his private parts, legs and feet. Then he rinsed the towel off and repeated the procedure with fresh water.
Afterwards, he dried himself with the other towel.
It wasn't until then that it occurred to him: What was he going to wear? His boxers were sodden, so were his jeans.
He couldn't put either of it on again, it would be visible and it smelled of urine.
And there were no hand dryers in the gents to solve the problem either.
Joel held the dry towel in front of his privates and called for Noah who entered.
“What should I do? I can't put my boxers or trousers on, they're absolutely soaked”, Joel said, feeling helpless.
Noah thought for a moment, then his face lit up.
“Wait here. Best to go back into the stall. I’ll be right back.”
Joel bent down and picked up his boxers from the floor.
They had left a visible damp patch on the bright floor.
Just two minutes later, something dark was thrown over the stall door and startled Joel.
“What’s that?”, he asked.
“Jogging trousers. I planned to go to the gym after work. But now you need them more than I do. Unfortunately I don’t have any underwear I could give you”, Noah replied.
“That’s no problem. Thank you so much!”
Joel hastily put the black jogging trousers on.
They were a bit too short but fitted alright.
Joel exited the stall and smiled at Noah.
“Thanks mate.”
“No worries. Maybe try and wash your clothes so they don’t smell as much. I’ll ask around if someone has a plastic bag. You can put them in there and then put them inside your backpack. No one will notice.”
“Alright. But don’t tell anyone, will you?”
“Of course I won’t! We’ll keep this between us.”
Suddenly it came into Joel’s mind.
“I’ll have to meet Erin again in… Oh God, in three minutes!”
“Hey, at least you’re wearing black trousers again. Maybe she notices that you’re wearing different ones. Maybe she doesn’t. She just met you, I don’t think she exactly remembers what you were wearing half an hour ago. Just don’t worry about that.”
A few minutes later, Joel had dried the insides of his shoes with the towel and put his soaked socks back on. He had put his clothes into a plastic bag and stuffed it into his backpack.
Noah led him back to the interview room and his heart pounded with the fear that Erin might say something about the jogging trousers.
But she didn’t even seem to notice or if she did she didn’t say anything.
“How do you like our offices?”, she asked.
“They’re amazing. They truly are. Noah showed me around very thoroughly and explained everything that was important”, Joel answered.
“Yes, he’s very enthusiastic”, Erin laughed.
“Now, do you have any questions?”
“No, Noah was able to answer them all”, Joel lied.
He didn’t need to tell her that he’d hardly been able to think straight when Noah had showed him around.
“That’s great. Did you get to see some of the current work?”
“Yes, it was incredible, I liked it very much”, Joel said and hoped it would soon be over.
He was still anxious she might make a remark about the changed trousers.
Erin smiled. “Good. Now, I’ll accompany you back to the door, it’s easy to get lost in here at first.”
A short while later
“Noah?”
“Yeah?”
“Sorry to bother you again, I’m surely distracting you from work but do you have a moment?”
Noah frowned, wondering what Erin could want from him again.
Surely not another interviewee to lead around?
She didn’t mention any more interviews for today.
“Yes, of course”, he answered nevertheless and followed her outside the room.
“What’s up?”, he then asked.
“Not here, follow me.”
Behind her back, Noah raised an eyebrow.
Now he truly wondered what was the matter, why did she behave so oddly?
Usually she didn’t care if other people heard what she had to say, too.
They went into her office, a very small room at the end of the corridor that only contained a desk and two chairs.
“It won’t be long but please, take a seat nevertheless”, she said and sat down behind her desk.
Noah sat down and waited for her to speak but instead, Erin took a deep breath and then sighed.
“I can’t help it, it’ll sound stupid no matter how I am going to phrase it”, she began.
“I don’t mind. Nothing can be too absurd to shock me”, Noah ensured her.
Erin smiled briefly. “Yeah, I know that. That’s why I’m glad it’s you who can probably answer my question.”
“And the question is?”
He didn’t want to be rude or seem impatient but he really needed to get back to his work, she’d observed right, she had indeed distracted him again.
Erin sighed again.
“It’ll sound weird. Doesn’t matter. Well, I noticed that Joel was wearing completely different trousers when I met him again after your tour. At the interview he wore black jeans, I’m sure of that. But afterwards he wore black jogging trousers. I didn’t notice at first, it only occurred to me after a few minute’s time. Why was he suddenly wearing different trousers?”
Noah avoided her gaze.
“Can’t say”, he mumbled.
“You can’t or you don’t want to?”, she inquired.
“Isn’t that the same?”
There was nothing more he wished for than being able to escape this conversation.
He had promised Joel to keep the incident confidential but what was he going to tell Erin?
He couldn’t lie, he wasn’t able to invent a story that would fit the change of trousers.
But could he tell her the truth?
Erin was an honest, trustworthy person and not exactly the chatty kind who would gossip.
She wouldn’t tell anyone but still… He’d promised Joel not to say anything.
“Look, Noah, I don’t want to bring you in a difficult situation. If you are uncomfortable in telling me why, it’s alright. I just wondered about the reason and I also wondered where he managed to get those jogging trousers from.”
“You wouldn’t believe it. Even if I told you, you wouldn’t be able to take it as the truth”, Noah said.
“What happened? What could be so extraordinary that I wouldn’t believe it?”
“Oh, Erin, you won’t believe it. He’s wet himself.”
“He did what?”
“I swear it’s true. Joel has wet himself while I led him around. He must have been bursting for quite a while and I do recall that he asked me to show him the toilet but I put it off because I wanted to show him around properly first. Suddenly, he got really frantic and shouted he needed the toilet or he would wet himself or something like that”, Noah explained.
“And he did?”, Erin asked, he eyes suddenly sparkled.
“Yes, he did. He was just standing there and it was all gushing down his legs. It went into his shoes and there was a huge puddle on the floor - don’t worry, I’ve mopped it thoroughly. I organised something so he could wash himself and then I lent him my jogging trousers. That’s it.”
Erin sat there motionlessly for a moment then she shook her head.
“And I already wondered why he was fidgeting so much during the interview. I thought he was only nervous but then I observed how he pressed his legs together and was really squirming in his chair. Incredible that he has wet himself, isn’t it? Who would imagine something like this? No one thinks that a grown man wouldn’t make it to the toilet in time, right?”
Noah could only nod, he felt highly embarrassed about the whole conversation.
“Of course I won’t tell anyone what happened to Joel. And I would ask you to do the same. Well then, I don’t want to keep you from working any longer”, Erin said and Noah hastily left the office.
But back in front of his computer he could hardly concentrate and spent some time thinking.
He knew that Erin had a somewhat special interest in lads who desperately needed to pee or wet themselves.
It wasn’t like she openly told her colleagues but there were subtle signs and Noah was no fool, he was a great observer.
Although he had failed to notice Joel’s urgent need for the toilet earlier, he had to admit.
Had it been right to tell Erin?
He knew that she would be honest enough not to let this incident influence her decision about whether Joel would get the job or not.
But he still felt a bit guilty about breaking his promise to Joel.
But it had been impossible not to tell Erin, she always got to know about incidents as this, it was just in her nature to find out about what exactly happened.
Noah’s thoughts wandered to Paul.
He hadn’t just left Infinity Frame VFX because he’d received a better offer from a Canadian company.
There had been that one incident…
A week later
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!”
Not quite awake, Joel shuffled through the corridor to the door and opened it.
“Hey, good morning. I hope I’m not interrupting your daily routine or something.”
“Noah?”, Joel asked, surprised.
“Yep, it’s me. Sorry that I’m just appearing at your doorstep like this. Erm, the front door was open, your neighbours from downstairs seem to move out”, Noah explained.
Joel laughed and ran a hand through his still uncombed, blond hair.
“The Millers. They’re starting early this morning, it’s just half past eight. Do you want to come in?”
“Only if it doesn’t make any circumstances. Actually I only came to… well, to ask if I could have my jogging trousers back.”
“Rubbish, it doesn’t make any circumstances. I’ve just not thought about getting paid a visit so I’ve been still in bed when you rang the bell. Just come in. Tea or coffee?”
Joel led Noah into the kitchen which was bathed in bright sunlight and offered him a seat.
“Tea, please. I already had a cup of coffee, I’m not sure my bladder could handle another one”, Noah said, cautiously.
Although Joel had turned his back to him while getting two cups out of the cupboard, he could clearly see that Joel stiffened when he heard those words.
Of course they had to remind of last week’s embarrassment which Noah had witnessed.
“Yeah, too much coffee can be fatal indeed”, Joel replied and sat down opposite of Noah, placing two steaming cups of tea on the table.
Noah took a sip, then cleared his throat and began: “Listen, Joel, I did something stupid…”
And at the same time Joel said: “I’ve washed your jogging trousers…”
They broke off and laughed.
“I've washed your trousers, I'll fetch them after we've drunk our tea”, Joel said.
“Where did you get my address by the way?”
Noah cleared his throat again.
“I asked Erin. She usually doesn't give such information, honestly. But this was a special case, I told her I needed to know where you live because I lent you something…”
He broke off.
“It’s no problem that she told you, if you're worried about that”, Joel assured.
In fact, if he was honest, he quite enjoyed Noah's company.
He seemed to be an easy-going and nice enough fellow.
“No, its not that. Something stupid happened… I… Joel, I'm sorry about it, you have to believe me!”, Noah pleaded.
“Yeah, alright. Shouldn't you tell me what it is first, though?”, Joel asked, slightly amused.
“Sure, I just… Listen, Erin asked me why you were wearing different trousers. At the interview day, I mean. She noticed. I couldn't invent a story and I couldn't pretend not to know. I know I promised you we would keep this between us but I told her.”
The words gushed out of him and he didn't even stop to breathe between the sentences.
When he finally stopped, he inhaled deeply.
Joel kept silent for a moment, taking in what Noah had just told him.
Then he smiled.
“Well, I would have liked it better if Erin didn't get to know but I guess she already thought something like this. I mean, I was suddenly wearing totally informal jogging trousers. How could she not think that I've wet myself? I'm sure she would have figured it out even if you didn't tell her. So don't worry about it, okay?”
Noah visibly relaxed.
“Oh good. I thought you were going to skin me alive”, he muttered and Joel laughed.
“At first I seriously considered it but you're a nice bloke”, he said, then smiled and added: “Only joking, I'm not mad in the slightest.”
Noah wanted to say something in return when Joel's phone chimed and a notification plopped up on the screen.
He opened it, read for some seconds and then his face went blank and white.
“What's up? What happened?”, Noah demanded, worried.
Joel couldn't speak, he just handed Noah the phone.
The frizzy haired lad didn't react as much as Joel did but his eyes widened at what he saw.
The notification had been an email.
It read:
Subject: Offer for 3D Animator Role at Infinity Frame VFX
Dear Joel,
we are pleased to offer you the position of a 3D Animator at Infinity Frame VFX. Your passion and expertise truly stood out during the selection process. Please find your contract attached to this email. If you choose to accept the offer, kindly return the signed contract by April 12th. We look forward to the possibility of welcoming you to our team.
Best regards,
Erin Miller
Recruiting
Infinity Frame VFX
“You're in!”, Noah exclaimed.
“I'm in!”, Joel shouted at the same time and they both smiled.
“Seems like we're gonna be colleagues then”, Noah said.
“Yeah. I'm really looking forward to it. Oh, I'm gonna fetch your trousers, colleague, I almost forgot.”
After Joel had returned and handed the trousers to Noah, he busied himself with making some toast.
“When do you have to be at work?”, he asked.
“At nine.”
“Then you've got time to eat a toast as well, if you want to.”
“Sure, thanks.”
“I'm afraid I've only got some jam and honey, I need to go to the supermarket again”, Joel said and put the jars on the table.
“That's fine.”
They ate in silence for a while, then Joel said: “I'm glad I got the job, I really am. But the thought of having to face Erin again and to know that she knows what happened to me… That she knows I've wet myself on the interview day…”
He buried his face in his hands.
“It's so embarrassing, I'm not sure whether I'll be able to cope! I keep having nightmares about the accident and now I'm going to have to see her again and act professionally. How am I going to do this?”
Noah inhaled.
He had an idea of what to say but was it a good idea?
He'd sworn to himself to never tell that story to anyone because it was too humiliating.
And it wouldn't be fair to tell it.
But he sensed that Joel was really tortured by what had happened to him.
It couldn't be that bad if he only told Joel, he'd never told anyone else.
No one knew apart from the people who'd also witnessed the incident.
“Listen, Joel. I'm gonna tell you a story that really happened. We've had an animator at Infinity Frame, his name was Paul. He recently moved to Canada.”
“Oh, right, Max mentioned him. He's the one I owe my job to.”
“Exactly. Well, he didn't just move to Canada because he wanted to. There has been that incident..."
Anyone interested in Paul’s story?
