Zenais weaves through oncoming cars and somehow safely arrives at the sidewalk a mere millisecond before a taxi. She, however, is completely unaware of her near brush with death. All of her energy is focused on the building in front of her. It reaches seventy stories high and her future lies on the top floor.
She straightens her back and marches into the building. A secretary points her to the elevator lobby and she joins a small mob of men and women, all dressed in business casual. The elevators arrive routinely and the mob thins out a dozen at a time. As she gets closer to the front, the crowd behind begins to push a bit more. Her unrestrained breasts press against the woman in front of her. From behind, she can feel a hard dick pushing against her short skirt.
Ding.
Zenais is pushed along with the crowd and ends up at the back of the elevator. The man who was standing behind her is now to her side. He gives her a sheepish grin. The elevator begins its ascent.
"Haven't seen you around here before."
Zenais blushes and turns to him as well as she can in the packed space.
"It's my first day."
The man's hand drops down and cups Zenais's ass.
"So I'm the first in the building to get a feel?"
She nods as he begins to knead and massage her behind.
"Lucky me. What floor you on?"
"Seventy."
"Oh wow."
"Oh wow" Zenais answers the man's excitement with her own as his fingers slip under her skirt and against her sensitive clit.
"You're really working with bigwigs."
Ding.
The elevator opens on the 35th floor. Her new friend excuses himself, suggesting they catch up later. Without the distraction of a quick grope, Zenais quickly begins to obsess over her new job.
She's going to be working with bigwigs. She begs herself not to mess this up.
Finally the elevator opens on the top floor. Zenais walks into a sleek lobby. A young man wearing a tight-fitting dress shirt and nothing else, greets her from behind a standing desk.