Heather hurried to catch the elevator. A group of people came pouring out,
leaving the doors open, the elevator empty. She shoved her foot against the door
just as it began to close. She spun gracefully inside, avoiding the doors with
her arm full of portfolios. As the doors began to close behind her, a hand came
in and stopped them. She frowned in annoyance until she saw Sam's smiling face.
He was followed by a buff young man in a nice suit.
"Hi, Heather," Sam said happily. The second man nodded to her and pressed
the 45th button on the console. Heather was flattered that Sam remembered her
name. She hadn't seen him since the '99 Christmas Party.
"Twenty-five for me," she said, steadying the pile of papers in her hands.
"Hi, Sam," she said, blushing slightly.
The second man turned and stared at the beautiful woman at the back of the
elevator. She looked like a thin version of Pamela Anderson. She wore a
form-fitting suit with a knee length skirt. Her legs were fabulous. Her chest
was compact and beautiful. As far as he could tell she was perfect.
The elevator suddenly stopped and an annoying alarm began sounding. The
pile of papers in Heather's arms bent slightly, then fell in a cascade of
cardboard and paper. She gasped and slapped a hand down on the pile. Sam reached
for the falling papers, bumping into her as she did the same. The other man
stomped on the flying papers before they could slide under the elevator door and
fall to their deaths down the shaft.
Heather placed the pile of papers on the floor and began retrieving those
which had fallen. Sam and the other man joined her, very aware of the long,
slender legs now facing them from beneath her raised skirt. She was wearing
pantyhose. The mound of her pussy was easily discernable in the thin material of
her pantyhose. Sam licked his lips and exchanged looks with the other man.
Heather glanced up in time to see the look. She frowned and turned red in
embarassment. She knew they were looking under her skirt, but it couldn't be
helped. Loss of any one of those papers could mean the end of her job. Each one
represented a case which had gone before the supreme court. Each one was
invaluable for her boss's case.
"I'm sorry," she said, not sure why she was apologizing. They should be
apologizing, not her. But their intense interest in her body had her flustered.
It was flattering, in a way. Sam had almost gotten into her panties during the
Christmas party. When she sobered up later, she went home alone. She hadn't seen
him since. He wasn't her type, he was too crude, too... eager. Of course he had
been high at the time.
"God, you look fantastic," Sam said breathlessly.
"Th... thanks," she stammered. "Is the elevator stuck?"
"I guess so," the second man said. "I believe I can shut off the alarm
from here," he said, opening the metal door beneath the buttons. He flipped a
switch and the alarm became silent.
"Shouldn't we leave the alarm on so somebody can rescue us?"
"Oh, no," he assured her, "It's not connected to anything outside of the
booth. They will have their own alarms. But we must be patient, they have fifty
floors to go, then the repairs to make. I know, I used to work in maintenance
here," he said with much assurance.
"Oh," she nodded.
IN THE MEMBERS SECTION