Life Has Its Ups and Downs.
#17 of Miscellany
Just another contest entry. That is all.
My
friend Bob is a strikingly handsome and extremely lucky guy. He works for the
law firm of Cheatem, Steele and Howe, on the 14th floor of the
Redrod building downtown. It was the hot place to be, if you were anyone with
any kind of top-end business. The best of the best were located there, and his
law firm was definitely that.
The
building also had a modeling and talent agency.
Middlesex and Moore were well known, and girls flocked to their offices
in droves. Most were turned away. My buddy got wise and often rode the elevator
when he should have been working, making small talk with them as they left and
soon had a treasure trove of girls on the side. One of them he made his
secretary.
His
bosses were no-nonsense, so getting it on in the office was a solid reason for
termination. But outside the office, his bosses had no jurisdiction. This tidbit
of information sets up what I'm about to tell you.
We were
at the bar, and he was happily drinking martinis and beaming like a fool. I
knew there was a story, but I figured I'd wait until he was lubed up enough to
tell it. He always needed to tell people his exploits, but he had to be careful
who those people were. If the contents of his black book were to become public,
he'd probably lose his job. But he certainly did love living dangerously.
"Jack,"
he told me, "you'll never believe what Valerie and I did."
Valerie
was his secretary, a fine looking minx of a mink if there ever was one. She was
obviously a brunette, but had gone for a body fur bleaching until she looked
nearly like an ermine. She knew how to put on the makeup, and her clothes were
killer. Despite this, the agency had not granted her a job, declaring that they
had no room for her talents at the moment. She had taken the job with Bob because
it kept her close to the talent agency. Now he; he had use for her talents.
Bob,
like me, was a wolf. Me, I earned my paycheck as a lower level accountant at
Bank-Rupp Financial Services Corp. LTD. I made good money, but not like he did.
And I didn't have the flow of females coming my way either. On the other hand,
I probably wasn't going to die of a heart attack at age fifty. He burned his
candle at both ends. One of these days that wolf was going to pack it in thanks
to his lifestyle.
"No
Bob, I probably won't."
His
eyes were a bit blurry. "You know Val, right?"
"Of
course I know Val. Everyone knows Val. It's hard to miss a gal with an
hourglass figure and legs that don't quit." I tried to sound jealous. It wasn't
hard. I was jealous.
"She's
got a new fetish."
I
waited for him to tell me. I guess I had to ask. "So what is it?"
"I
thought you'd never ask. You know how we met on the elevator? Well, she found
out she gets off riding the damn thing. Don't know if it's the vibrations or what,
but now when she rides it up or down, she gets all hot and wet."
I felt
my cock beginning to grow. I willed it back into its sheath. I didn't heed to
be dealing with that right now. All I needed to do was think about the mink and
her pink and I'd get a boner. "Do tell"
"So she
says to me, Bob honey, can you ride the
elevator with me?"
"I
figure maybe she's going to sneak us in somewhere on another floor. Like take
over a restroom on the fourteenth or something. No, the minute the doors close
she undoes my fly and gets me hard. When the doors opened on the twenty first
floor, she was standing there with her back to me, looking all pretty and
innocent. But in reality, she had nailed herself with my cock. In public. From
the rear."
"Luckily,
there was no one waiting to get in, but from then on, we rode the elevator wherever
it took us. It wasn't like we could move. I had knotted up inside her, and
until I blew my wad, we were stuck. It was the craziest thing ever. When the
doors would close, I would pound her against the sides like I had rabies or
something. When we heard it stop, we'd resume our position in the corner,
trying to look normal. Thankfully her skirt was slightly longer than normal,
and she had turned it so that the side slit was in back. Except for our close proximity
to each, we looked almost natural.
I found
that my zipper was straining to keep back my growing erection. Just listening
to his sex was better than what I usually got. "Go on."
"What's
there to say? For an hour we had to ride up and down. All sorts of people got
on. Some lady and her young daughter were heading to the talent agency, and Val
had the nerve to chat with them on the ride up, giving them pointers. A priest
got on, heading to the charitable group on floor nine. Business men, clients, the janitor; you name
them and they were probably in there at some point. It was people coming and
going for that whole hour. And not one single person noticed. Finally I had
enough and hit the emergency stop. I banged the hell out of her until she
screamed for mercy. It was the best sex I have ever had, and if it keeps up, I
going to lose my job because of it."
He then
looked me square in the eye. "So what do you think of that?"
"Bob, where do I begin? All I can think of to say is that it's wrong on so many levels."