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Karen's Cruel Prank (scat)

https://www.reddit.com/r/girlfartstories/comments/b7omq4/karens_cruel_prank_scat/

Warning: more toilet stuff ahead

Alex sighed with frustration. Of all the pranks Karen had played on him in their professional relationship, trapping him inside of a porta potty had to be one of the worst ones.

He had worked with Karen for a while. The two ran a company that planned events, like parties and conventions. They were good friends, and often played little pranks on each other to keep things interesting. At first it was little things like whoopie cushions and covering each other's desks with sticky notes, but lately things had begun to change. Karen started farting on Alex, and then she started farting on his food, and then she started leaving pieces of toilet paper covered with nutella all over his desk. She seemed to develop a taste for toilet humor. Most things, Alex could put up with. In fact, it sort of turned him on. There was something exciting about a pretty girl doing something disgusting like that.

But he was pretty sure this was crossing the line.

As he sat in the small space in the porta potty, he wondered how he might have gotten there. The thing was, he wasn't just inside of the porta potty, he was under the toilet, where all of the waste was supposed to go. It was a pretty cramped space. She must have drugged him, and then somehow found a way to fit him in there.

Well, at least it was clean...

"What's wrong with you, Karen," he muttered to himself, looking around. Surely there must be a way out. He couldn't see anything, though.

He looked up, at his only hope. The toilet shaped hole directly above him. If only he could figure out how to get himself through there...

The busboy moved his tray full of glasses from his right hand to his left hand, hoping to get some relief for his tired arm. He decided to clear up one more table before heading back towards the kitchen.

"Ahem, pardon me..."

The busboy turned, and froze on the spot.

A woman stood behind him, slender, graceful, and beautiful. She had long wavy brown hair, gorgeous eyes and strong cheekbones. Just looking at those eyes made him nervous. The busboy knew that this was an important film festival, with people coming from all over the world to see the films.

But he wasn't expecting to see someone like Keira Knightley.

"I was wondering if you could tell me where the nearest restroom is?" the actress asked politely, smiling at him.

The busboy opened his mouth to answer, but before he could say anything, he was cut off by another woman behind him.

"Well, there are the restrooms indoors, but..."

The busboy turned again, and spotted a black-haired woman he recognized from his briefing earlier. He was pretty sure her name was Karen.

"...I'm afraid we're having a little problem with those right now," Karen continued, giving Keira Knightley an apologetic look.

"A problem?" Keira Knightley repeated, cocking her head.

"Yes, it's a temporary problem, we'll get it fixed soon, don't worry," Karen assured her.

"Right. Well..." Keira Knightley paused, a grimace appearing on her face. "I'm afraid it's a bit of an emergency. I can't wait, I really have to go." She chuckled nervously. "Isn't there anywhere else?"

"Actually," Karen said, "we did just install an outdoor porta potty outside. You can use that one of you really have to."

Keira Knightley's beautiful face lit up with a smile, and her shoulders relaxed a little with relief.