I hated having to come into the city and work in these old buildings. I mean work takes you where it takes you, so you go. Having to install state of the art security electronics in a new building is one thing, but to do so in one of these old monsters just seemed somehow wrong. If fighting the traffic to get down town wasn't bad enough, the temperature having broken a hundred earlier in the day hadn't helped my disposition at all. Working past ten at night certainly hadn't improved it one bit either. I took a swig from my last bottle of water while I waited for the decrepit elevator to slog its way up to me on the top floor. The building was sweltering from the day's heat, even at this late hour. The tons of stone just seemed to soak the heat up and then keep releasing it all night and the air conditioning system didn't seem capable of keeping up with even a fraction of it. In the three days I had been working this job the only real bright spot had been that the hotel was walking distance, and the building seemed to have a lot of fairly decent looking women working on the lower floors.
The doors creaked open assaulted me with a blast of stale sweltering air. I almost decided to walk down the seventeen flights of stairs, choosing to ride in the veritable furnace of a car only just before the doors closed. I slipped in as the doors were closing and set my case on the floor next to me, almost instantly wishing I had taken the stairs. It felt like it had to be at least a hundred and ten in the seven foot square box, making me instantly think of all those POW movies where they throw you into a metal box in the sun for punishment. I hit the lobby button and waited for the car to rattle and shake its way down the long shaft.
It hadn't made its way very far before it stopped, the doors creaking open to let a nice looking young woman into the car. I was sure I had seen her step into the car ahead of me earlier in the day, and taking a quick look at her short black mini-skirt and slender shapely legs I was convinced I had. I would never forget a set of legs that looked like that!
The doors closed and the car started creaking and wobbling down the shaft once again.
Without warning the car came to an abrupt stop. Not the usual slow and pause, but a jolting shaking sudden stop that left no doubt that it was not intended to stop that way.
"Oh fuck!" The young lady cursed before looking over at me and blushing slightly. "Sorry."
"Not a problem. My sentiments exactly." I said as I set my bag down on the floor next to me. "Does this happen a lot?"
"Well..." she said stepping back and leaning against the wall. "Last time I was stuck in her for almost four hours, but that was during the day."
"Well, let's hope that we don't have to wait that long." I replied as I reached down and toggled the alarm switch. I waited and listened for the telltale of a bell ringing outside the car, and waited and waited. "Huh. I didn't know they had silent alarms in these old elevators."
"Um...They don't." She said from where she had sat down on the floor, her legs curled under her and her high heels standing empty on the floor next to her.
I turned to look at her as her statement sunk in. "So we're stuck in here and no one knows?"
"Sooner or later someone will notice. There are only two elevators so someone will notice."
"So sooner or later, like in a few minutes?" I asked, realizing that I was already sweating like crazy, and the nervousness of being confined was quickly making me sweat more. I'm not real claustrophobic, but to be brutally honest, I live in the country for a reason. Being closed up in a steel box for an extended period of time was not something pleasant to contemplate.
"Well, it's hard to say." She said looking up at me.
"Um.... Ok." I said pulling my tie loose and unbuttoning the top two buttons of my shirt. Yeah, this was going to get really tense if I was going to have to spend a couple hours in here.
"Are you ok?" She asked, cocking her head on an angle and looking up at me.
"Um...sure. I'm fine." I lied as I started perspiring a bit more. No this was not my idea of a good time.
"So. I take it your claustrophobic?" She asked in an exasperated tone as I began pacing back and forth in front of the closed doors, willing them to suddenly open.
"Oh, maybe a little." I answered forcing a smile to my face.
I paced for several minutes before the young lady reached up and grabbed my hand. "Come sit down. You're just going to wear a hole in the floor.' She said with a smile. "My name is Suzanne, but most people call me Suzie.
"Hi. Mike." I said as I dropped to the floor next to her.
"Well Mike. We might as well relax. So what are you doing up here so late?"
"Working on a security system on seventeen." I said looking at the doors and wishing they would open.
"Ah. I heard someone new had taken over the whole floor. Some stock trading outfit or something like that."
"Yeah. Something like that." I answered.
"So I work on fifteen. Administrative assistant in an office there."
"Ah. I see." I answered as I looked at the ceiling.
"Ok. Look. You can stare at the walls, door and ceiling all you want, but it won't get us out any sooner.
"Um, ok. What will?"
"Well, to be honest, probably not much. We just have to wait till someone notices it's out of order and calls maintenance."
"And the alarm doesn't go anywhere?" I asked, looking at the ceiling and doors again, sure that they were starting to get closer to me as I looked.
"Well, it's an old system. It breaks from time to time. I guess the alarm is broken. Don't worry though, Security will be along soon to close everything up and they're bound to notice it's stuck." She said brightly.
I looked over at her, realizing she was one of those incredibly annoying glass half full people. I also realized she was kind of cute; a fact which momentarily allowed me to forget that the size of the elevator was shrinking at an alarming rate. I guessed her to be in her mid twenties, dark brown curly hair, fair complexion, large brown eyes that some young man could spend a whole night sinking into and a definitely Jewish nose. Without trying to look like I was giving her a full exam, I quickly scanned the rest of her. Her light colored blouse was quickly becoming a bit more translucent where it lay against her sweating skin, allowing me to see she had on a light colored lace bra encasing a nicely proportioned set of breasts that had to be a good thirty eight d's. Her slim waist disappeared into that cute black mini-skirt, which in her current position rode well up the thighs of her long slender legs. I couldn't help but wonder what type and color panties she had on that were hidden just out of my view. The whole survey only took a few seconds, after which I quickly looked away, but it was enough to allow my dick to begin to begin to embarrassingly grow. If it kept up its current pace, it was going to be painfully obvious very soon.
"Well, at least you were polite about it." She said with a small grin.
"Huh? What?" I asked my brain trying to puzzle out what she was referring to.
