Jamie the Elevator Technician

"Hello, hello! Yes, this is Ms. Barlowe. How can I help you?" Said Jamie as she drove in her van.

"Oh, thank god!" Exclaimed a woman. "An elevator in our hotel has been running into some issues. We need it fixed asap so guests aren't inconvenienced."

Jamie peered over at the time clock in her van and saw it was already 10:12pm.

"My shift was suppose to end over an hour ago. I'll make sure to come first thing tomorrow morning."

"That's no good! Morning time is peek foot traffic hours for our guests. We need it fixed tonight. We'll even comp you a room along with a meal from our onsite restaurant."

Jamie was already fatigued from a ten hour shift, but a clean room to herself sounded nice.

"You do understand this is after hours work? That means my rates are doubled. Are you okay with this?"

"Absolutely! The owner of the property have given me permission to do whatever it takes to make certain our guests are not inconvenienced."

"Alright. I'll be there in twenty minutes. Who should I meet with when I arrive."

"That would be me, Susan. I'll wait for you in the main lobby area. Thank you so much for doing this!"

"No problem, see you soon Susan."

This was not an uncommon occurrence for Jamie. Various hotels and resorts would call her late or on holidays to fix their elevators. The extra pay was always nice and they often added in extra perks for helping them out. It was Friday night, so she could probably hang out at the pool or jacuzzi the next morning before she checked out. After parking her van in the parking lot, she grabbed her tools and made her way to the front entrance.

"You must be Ms. Barlowe! I'm Susan -- we spoke on the phone."

"Hello, Susan. So, where's this troublesome elevator located?"

"Ah, yes. I'll guide you there myself."

While the two walked down the hallway, Susan reached back to hand something to Jamie.

"This is your room key for your stay. I actually convinced the owner to book you for the entire weekend as a 'thank you.' Hopefully, you're not working and you can enjoy your stay."

"Oh, wow. Thank you. I do have the weekend off, so this is much appreciated."

"We have a great collection of restaurants within walking distance, so you're in for a real treat. I've got all sorts of discount cards available, so just let me know and I'll hook you up."

"You're amazing, Susan. I'm so glad I took on this job."

"We are, too!"

Susan opened up a door that led to an outdoor patio. Turns out the hotel was a collection of connected buildings that had various outdoor spaces.

"So this is our main outdoor pool area. We're a five-star hotel, so you'll notice it's quite extravagant compared to your normal hotel."

Jamie normally worked at tourist hotels or office buildings, so this was extremely impressive. She ventured to guess that her comped dinner would be an exquisite experience. The people were dressed in a way that exuded affluence, even Susan's work attire was quite impressive. She wore a black Veronica Beard jacket with gold buttons, along with a Mazzy Cashmere turtleneck underneath. The ensemble was complete with leather skinny-flare pants and suede mid-heel black bootie's. Frankly speaking, she looked stunning.

"I must say. Everyone around here looks so opulent, I feel a tad out of place."

"Oh girl, don't worry about it. Speaking of which, I assume you don't have a change of clothes for the weekend."

Jamie had completely forgot about this fact. She was totally unprepared given that she was still on the clock.

"Yea. Guess I'll have to buy some stuff from the gift shop."

"Oh, don't worry about that. I've put in numerous late nights here, so I always have a duffle bag in my locker with spare clothes. I'll let you borrow them for your stay."

"Wow! Thanks Susan. That's fantastic."

"No problem girl. By the way, the elevator is just up ahead."

The two approached the faulty elevator which was at the end of the hallway.

"Here we are, my dear."

Jamie opened the doors to reveal the cabin of the elevator. She immediately recognized that the cabin was three feet higher than it should be.

"The elevator is mis-leveled, I'll have to take a look on top to see what's going on. But my guess is that the magnet switch box needs to be replaced. Could you lead me to the second floor?"

"Absolutely."

The two women took a nearby staircase to the second floor. Jamie opened the doors to reveal the top of the cabin.

"Has the power been shut off?"

"Yes. We had our janitor take care of that an hour ago."

Jamie then attached an electric motor to the pulley system to bring the elevator up ever so slightly. Shen hopped onto the top of the cabin to make her inspection. After scanning the area, she located the magnet switch box. She used her screwdriver to pop it open to take a gander inside. She tapped the inside of the box with a screwdriver, realizing that the magnet was nonfunctional.

"Looks like I found your culprit. It's a simple fix, I just need to replace the magnet switch box."

"Excellent! How long will it take?"

"I happen to have a spare one in my van, I'll probably have her up and running inside of an hour."

"Great! I'm working overtime myself and the owner wants me to stay until the elevator is operational again."

"Okay. We'll I'm going to head to my van to get the box. I'll be back soon."

"I actually want to be with you every step of the way. So we'll go to your van together."

Jamie thought this was a bit strange. Usually general managers had no interest in her work. They typically stationed themselves elsewhere until the job was done. That being said, she wasn't adverse to having Susan tag along.

"Let's head to my van, then."

While they traversed through the hotel, Susan asked all sorts of questions regarding Jamie's line of work. She seemed truly surprised that a young, beautiful female was working as an elevator technician. This was fairly common, though, even Jamie's parents were surprised when she chose this career path. But that was fine, she enjoyed marching to the beat of her own drum, as it were. The two reached the van as Jamie made her way inside to grab the new part.

"Here we go." Announced Jamie as she leaped out. "Let's get this done so you can head home."

"It's a little after eleven, I should probably guide you to your room first. Nothing worse than stumbling around after midnight looking for your room."

"Um, I suppose that's fine."

Jamie stuffed the magnet box into her work bag as she followed Susan back into the hotel. Susan took her to the reception area as she motioned her to walk into the employee area. She then walked up to a locker to grab a black duffle bag.

"These are the clothes you can wear for the weekend, we'll drop them off in your room right now."

Now the hotel was comprised of four different buildings, and Jamie's room was at the far left end. Oddly enough, the building with the faulty elevator was in the far right building. Each building had four floors with its own indoor and outdoor pools. Susan guided her to the fourth floor, room 426. She used her master key to open the lock as Jamie was awestruck by how lavish the room was.

"This is incredible."

"There's two queen beds in this room with another king bed in the other room. You also have a full kitchen with an espresso maker to boot. It's really an incredible space."

"I feel sort of guilty, there's no way I would splurge this kind of money on a hotel."

"Girl, you need to treat yourself. I'm hoping your man does at least."

"Oh, I don't have a boyfriend right now."

"All the more reason. Your only going to be young once, so you might as well smell the roses."

"Surely I can't thank you enough, but I really ought to get to that elevator."

"Before you do, why don't you change. I can only imagine how grimy those work clothes are."

"But, I don't want to get your clothes dirty."

"You worry too much, that's what washing machines are for. Oh! Try on the white crop top with the baggy jeans. It'll match your look so well."

"Crop top?" Thought Jamie. That's the kind of stuff you'd wear to the club, not while working in an elevator shaft. Nevertheless, it was a harmless request and Jamie just wanted to get the job done so she could get that yummy food. She grabbed the bag and motioned to the bathroom before Susan interrupted.

"What are you doing?! We're both women, just get dressed here."

Jamie thought this was an odd request, but perhaps she was overanalyzing things. After all, she got dressed in front of other women all the time at the gym. She then pulled her work shirt out of her pants and started unbuttoning it. She slipped it off of her body and threw it into one of the nearby drawers. Her pants came off next, which meant she was no standing there in her grey bra and panties. The bra pushed up her tits so well that they were standing at attention.

"I refuse to believe you don't have a boyfriend with that body. You look magnificent, girl."

"It's true. No boyfriend."

"How do you normally dress?"

"Mostly in sweats, I like to be comfortable."

"There's your problem, you need some clothes to highlight your brilliant assets. It's a shame your hiding so much beauty under gym clothes."

In truth, Jamie was mildly introverted, having difficulty showing off parts of her body to others. This is probably why she liked working by herself on elevators. Now this conversation was a stark contrast from how she lived her life, given that she was having a causal conversation in her underwear.

"It's not a big deal, I enjoy my alone time. I'm an especially avid reader."

"Books are fine and all, but there's something a book will never give you...worldly experience. I'm telling you, if you don't become more adventurous now, you'll regret it later."

This was a common complaint Jamie heard from her friends and family. She was 29 years-old now and life was sort of passing her by. Sure. She still had plenty of time, but her 20's were remarkably uneventful.

"Yeah...you're right. I probably should get out there more."

Susan then helped Jamie put on the clothes, being excessively handsy around the hips and chest. After the clothes were on, Susan brushed her hands around Jamie's exposed belly.

"Look at the difference. It accentuates your curves in all the right places. No straight guy would turn you down now."

Jamie was unsure how to respond to all this attention. No one had given her this much attention before, let alone another woman. She figured the best way out of this was to focus on the task at hand.

"Anywho, it's getting close to midnight, I should really fix that elevator now."

"Yes, yes. Of course."

The two proceeded to make their way back to the far right building. Not many people were out at this time of night, but the few that were took notice of Jamie's new look. Various men looked her up and down, and she could even feel them staring at her butt from behind. For a recluse like her, this made her anxious beyond believe. Once they arrived at the elevator she was pleased to know that she could just continue her work without all the gawkers.

"So how'd you like it?" Said Susan

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. There were at least five guys who checked you out. They couldn't keep their eyes off of you."

"Oh, well. I didn't really notice."

This didn't fool Susan one bit, but she wasn't going to push the issue farther.

"Alright. Let me know if you need anything, I'll be here."

Jamie worked with diligence and speed. She had replaced these magnetic boxes hundreds of times, so it was rudimentary for her at this point.

"Almost done, Susan. I'm going to lower the lift down so that I can test it for real."

"Okie-dokie."

What happened next was truly bizarre, perhaps she was tired or just rushed things, but when she lowered the elevator she heard a tear. She wasn't sure what it was at first since the elevator itself was so loud. When she exited the shaft Susan had a captivated look on her face.

"Well, look at you, girl. That's what I'm talking about -- adventure!"

Jamie had no clue what she was referring to, until she looked down. She immediately froze with embarrassment upon realizing that the crop top was ripped off of her body. She was now standing in the hallway of the hotel in her bra.

"Susan, I'm so sorry! It must've ripped off when I was operating the carriage. I'll totally pay you back."

"Girl, girl. I've had that crop top for ten years now. I was about to donate it to charity anyway. It's all good."

Jamie was relieved that Susan wasn't mad; that being said, the fact that she had no shirt was deeply concerning.

"I'm going to retrieve my work shirt from the room before I test the elevator."

"What!? And waste all that time? You're fine girl, let's just test it now so we're done."

"B-but, people can see my bra."

"Girl, people see much more than that when you swim at the pool. You go swimming, right?"

"I haven't been in over a decade. I'm not fond of wearing a bathing suit in public."

Susan gave her a look that screamed, "you gotta be kidding me!" But she restrained herself and did something Jamie had not expected. She pulled off her jacket along with her turtleneck so that she too was standing in her pants and bra.

"There, now we're in this together. Just imagine we're at the beach."

It's amazing how when someone else does something you're doing, you feel more at ease. Though Jamie's nervousness hadn't completely dissipated, it was more manageable.

"Okay. We just need to turn on the power for the elevator again so that we can give it a proper test."

"Our janitor left for the night, so I'll lead to the maintenance room."

Susan walked through the various corridors with great confidence; whereas Jamie was slightly hunched over from fear that someone would see her. Being that it was after midnight, most of the hotel residents were fast asleep. The two walked into the maintenance room and made their way to the circuit breaker.

"Here we go." Said Susan

After a brief flip of the switch, the power returned to the elevator. After closing the circuit break box, the 29 year-old was shocked by what Susan said.

"Hey..." Said Susan as she bit her lip. "What you say we take off our pants and walk through the halls in just our underwear?"

"What!? There's no way. Never!"

"Oh, come on, girl. You know how many women walk through the halls in just their bikinis. It'd be no different."

Jamie couldn't believe how forward she could be about all of this, especially considering the fact that she's employed here.

"Wouldn't the owner get angry if you were seen working in your underwear."

"I clocked out when we retrieved the duffle bag from my locker, this is my own time now."

And here Jamie thought that she was still on the clock. Now she was perplexed about Susan's true intentions, and why she was taking such an interest in her.

"If I get caught...word could spread, leading me to lose clients."

"Who's gonna recognize you? For all anyone knows, you're just a guest looking for the pool. You have a keycard on you, so your not being deceitful."

Susan had a point, yet there was still a big difference between swimwear and underwear. This was well beyond Jamie's comfort zone, even if the chances of someone seeing her were fairly low.

"Listen. I know taking a leap like this is scary, but you need to trust me that it's healthy to take risks. There's nothing worse in life than regret. You'll never know what you're missing out on. By the time you do realize it, it'll be too late."

There was a sincerity in her voice that comforted Jamie. An endeavor like this would have never, ever been on her radar prior to tonight. But somehow this complete stranger had convinced her otherwise inside of two hours. Maybe this was stimulated by the fact that she had been timid all her life, and finally wanted to break out of her self-imposed mold. So with this, she threw caution to the wind and dropped her pants to the floor.

"That a girl!" Remarked the pleased woman.

She followed suit by dropping her own pants, revealing lilac panties along with a matching bra. Jamie glanced at Susan's breast for a moment, impressed that the General Manager was so buxom.

"Hey, my eyes are up here, young lady." Said Susan in jest.

"Oh, sorry -- I mean, I wasn't looking -- I mean..."

"Girl, it's okay. I take it as a compliment at my age."

"Pardon my rudeness, but how old are you."

"36."

The two were only seven years apart, but in Jamie's mind, Susan was remarkably more mature and worldly than her. While Jamie was approaching 30, she often felt her maturity was still at a 19 year-olds level. Perhaps Susan was right in saying she needed to be more adventurous. Nonetheless, she still couldn't bear the thought of walking through the hallways like this.

"Come on, girl. Let's go check on that elevator."

Susan made her way for the exit as Jamie shuffled her feet behind her. The two exited the room to enter a long hallway. A long hallway that had no sources of cover. Susan kept her arms at her sides at all times, permitting anyone to take a gander at her beautiful curves. Jamie, on the other hand, was hugging her arms together in an attempt to cover up as much of herself as possible.

"You do realize that the more you cover yourself up, the more attention you'll draw to yourself."

"I know. It's just...it's just I don't possess your level of composure and confidence."

"Yes, you do. You just need to find it within yourself." Said Susan as she winked at the girl.

She made is sound so easy, but nothing was further from the truth. The two arrived at the elevator once again, with Jamie climbing inside to give it a test run. Now remember, there was a three foot difference between the floor and the carriage, so when Jamie climbed in, her underwear got caught on the bottom portion. But the time she had realized anything, she was nearly inside with her underwear hanging around her ankles. Her instinctive nature caused her jolt her body inside the elevator carriage, leaving her underway to fall behind.

"Holy shit! That was crazy, girl. I didn't know you had it in you."

Jamie was beyond mortified. She was now sitting in the elevator carriage without anything covering her ass and pussy. The only thing protecting her body was a lone bra, but at this point, it might as have been nothing. Realizing people could potentially see inside the carriage, she hit the down button to go to the first floor. Upon arriving, she positioned herself to the side so that only her head was poking out. Fortunately for her, no one was there. She peered over at the floor, noticing that the carriage of the elevator was parallel with the floor.

"Thank god!"

She then furiously pushed the "2" button to return to the second floor. When the doors opened, Susan had a wide grin on her face.

"I'm so proud of you! Your cracking out of your shell more and more."

"Susan! Please get in the elevator now!" Yelled Jamie in a hushed tone.

The general manager stepped into the elevator with some confusion.

"What's going on?"

Jamie frantically pressed the button to close the door as she couldn't contain her nervous anxiety.

"What's wrong?! What's wrong?! I'm naked! I'm naked inside of a hotel. This is so embarrassing."

"You still have your bra on, so you're not technically naked."

Jamie threw a scowl at her, indicating that she did not find this amusing. The situation went from a weird request to a catastrophic accident in what seemed like no time flat. Perhaps it could still be saved if she simply retrieved her underwear and put it back on.

"Did you grab my underwear."

"Uh, about that..."

"What do you mean about that?!"

"You climbed in so quickly that it felt down to the bottom of the shaft. There's no way we're getting those back."