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After much lusting, the hostile takeover of Zenellis Corporation by Multimax International gave Mr. Marcus the opportunity to confront and fuck Saroya Zenellis, Chairperson of the acquired company. Too bad he didn't know there was a choice - a piece of Saroya or a lump sum payment of royalties on his product suggestion. And, just getting it up had been a struggle. Was his potent penis pooped?
As our confused and concerned protagonist departed the Zenellis executive suite, Saroya's well-stacked ex-secretary Letti arrived.
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I aimed my finger at the DOWN button at the bank of two elevators. Before it touched, a bell dinged and the light above the door flashed on. When the door opened, there stood Letti, dressed for work. Except there was none.
"Oh, hi!" She waved like Miss America, the hand turning style.
"The place is shut down," I said.
"I know. Ms. Zenellis send an email, and a severance check."
Even Letti gets cash payment, I thought. And what did I get? Oh yeah. A piece of the bitch.
Letti continued, "I'm on my way to a job interview. There were a few personal items in my drawer, and I wanted to say goodbye to Chairperson Zenellis. In person."
How formal. "Yeah, well, she's in her office, packing." And recovering from our sex rout. I let her pass, but hesitated getting into the elevator. Her hips swayed under a short skirt. Whoever interviewed her would get an eyeful, top and bottom. I remembered my hands on her ass.
She turned around, her bust in profile. My dick didn't even twitch. "Could you wait for me? I don't like riding alone, especially the regular elevator. I'm kind of claustrophobic."
"Sure." I stood blocking the sliding doors from closing while Letti strutted over to her desk. The bottom edge of her buttocks came into view as her skirt whipped back and forth.
Letti knocked and entered Saroya's chambers. There was no screaming, no shouting, and in the silence of the empty office, no moans. The elevator beeped its heart out, its doors slamming into my sides. I gave up, stepped out and let the elevator respond to another passenger on a different floor. As soon as it departed, Letti waltzed out of Saroya's lair.
Letti pouted. "You let it get away."
I pressed the DOWN button. "It'll come back. So, where's the interview?"
"Over at Nordbaum's Department Store. They have an opening for an administrative manager. So, after what Saroya did to you, did you make peace with her?"
I had a piece, all right, but she got me back. "We both came. To terms."
We stood in silence. An all-stops elevator showed up, but Letti shook it off, so we waited for an express. I used the opportunity to study the ex-secretary. Under most circumstances, I would have been all over her. Man, those tits. Could Letti read my mind, or just my expression? Her face turned pink. "This is going to sound strange, but I need to know something."
"Sure." What could she ask?
"Would you have, I mean, were you prepared to, oh well, I guess you were prepared, but how can I say this -"
Letti must have been recalling our partially clothed but forced interaction. "You want to know if I would have gone through with it and had intercourse with you?"
The elevator dinged and the door opened. I let Letti pass and followed her in. There was only one button, "L" for lobby. Letti pressed it.
Neither of us spoke as the elevator descended. Letti broke the silence. "You didn't answer my -"
My stomach lurched towards my throat. Letti's jaw dropped. Our elevator accelerated downward. We were in free fall, or close to it. The elevator rocked from side to side. The lights flickered. Smoke and the smell of burnt metal filled the small compartment. Letti and I were thrown to the floor. The elevator ground to a halt with an elongated screech.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Letti crawled over and grabbed at me, clinging to my arm. "What's happened?"
"It's all right." I had no idea, but stuck in an elevator with a claustrophobe, you reinforce the best possible attitude. "Someone will see an alarm and come get us."
"But Zenellis Enterprises runs the express, and everyone but Saroya is gone. Besides, there isn't any access between the penthouse and the lobby. It's an express, for cripes sake!"
The blood flow in my arm was constricted by Letti's firm grip. She was way too smart and cogent for phony comments about our circumstance. She was right. And, if the emergency brakes that caught us failed, we'd be flattened at impact in the basement.
"I don't want to die!" she cried.
"Neither do I, and we aren't going to." I opened a service panel and picked up the phone receiver. "See, I'll just call for help." I put the instrument to my ear. Dead. Just like we'd be if the brakes failed. I hung it up. "I'm sure an alarm has been tripped somewhere." I hoped.
Beads of sweat dotted Letti's forehead. "It's getting warm in here. Are you warm?" Letti shrugged off her suit jacket. The neckline of her blouse exposed a nice cleavage, an advantage I'm sure she was planning to use at her interview. Letti resumed gripping me as soon as her jacket hit the floor. With her legs curled up beneath her, Letti's skirt was bunched at her hips. She was shaking from fear, certainly not the cold.
I needed to distract her from our shared predicament. "The answer is yes."
"What? Yes what?" Her eyes darted around, perhaps expecting someone to come bursting through the ceiling or prying open the doors, despite the fact that we were probably between floors.
