Oh if only she wasn’t so confused! Why couldn’t the corporation simply put signage up so it would be easier to navigate the bland and endless corridors and the often hidden, in plain sight, banks of elevators that didn’t always go to the floors she needed to be on.
Mr. Marks was going to be furious if she were late!
The thought of her boss made her start walking again, her eyes desperately seeking some familiar landmark in the sea of cubicles and closed doors. A little shiver ran up her spine as she considered what he would say if she were late today.
What if he didn’t fire her? What if, instead, he walked toward her, his dark and perfectly coiffed hair slightly mussed by one strong hand and his dark brown eyes blazing with anger? What if he stopped just short of her body, his lean and elegant frame betraying his rage with a few trembles?
What if he said, in that deep and smoky baritone voice of his, “Miss Wilson, you are late again. This is wholly unacceptable. You must be punished. Lift your skirt, remove your panties, and bend over my desk for your spanking,” and then she did bend over his desk like that and he did spank her?
Cassie had no idea where that fantasy had sprung up from. It made her face hot and her panties flood with sticky juices though. Cassie knew about sex, but knowing about it was as far as it went. At eighteen she’d somehow managed to not get laid at all, and not because she didn’t want to either.
The elevators! Relief filled her and she dashed toward them and got in just before the doors closed. The fantasy had vanished for a moment but she got off the elevators and scrambled madly toward the door of Marks’s office it came back, causing her face to flush and her breath to come far too quickly.
Marks’s office featured both an outer area where her own desk sat, and the inner office where he currently sat. He’d removed the dark Italian wool jacket to reveal the crisp white button-down he wore below, and the shirt hugged the broad expanse of his shoulders and when he looked up and shifted slightly.
The natural flex of his powerful body made her throat dry and her pulse speed up. She said, “I’ve brought you the file and my things are ready to go. The meeting is…”
He waved a hand at her. “I’m aware of when the meeting is.” His eyes stayed on hers and she squirmed, wondering if he was able to see that hidden desire for him written large on her face.
There was a framed print behind his head and she caught a faint and ghostly reflection of herself. Long blonde hair neatly tucked into a bun that pulled her hair back from her high pale forehead. Her blue eyes were wide and two spots of color rode high in her cheeks and her full lips were parted slightly from exertion.
She glanced down to see that her formerly neat blue blouse had wrinkled slightly over her full breasts and her skirt had twisted slightly. To top it all off there was a small run beginning in one of her stockings, right down near her right foot.
Irritation and worry ran through her. Mr. Marks had yet to speak again. She had no idea if she was dismissed or to stay. She gulped hard and asked, “Would you like me to gather anything else before we go, Sir?”
He waved one hand at her, “No, no thank you. I’m merely waiting for Hodges and Slay to show up… oh, there they are now.”
Cassie pasted what she hoped was a very professional smile on her face as the other two men walked in. Hodges, like Marks and Slay, was in his early thirties and extremely handsome. Unlike Marks and Slay, Hodges was a very fair blonde with icy blue eyes and a habit of scrutinizing her closely. Cassie blushed and hastily looked away from his intense gaze. She was always terrified that he had measured her up and somehow found her wanting.
Marks stood and said, “Please retrieve the necessary items and follow us, Miss Wilson.”
She nodded and followed them out of the office, grabbing her bag as they passed her desk. The worrisome run in her stocking caught her attention again and she gnawed at her bottom lip. She knew very well that her appearance was a reflection of her boss, and that right then she hardly looked her best.
That alone might get her fired and she definitely needed this job. She was fresh out of school, and on her own. She’d rushed out into the world with the money she’d saved from working while she was in high school and she knew, far too well, how little money was left in her bank account.
Those rather depressing thoughts were pushed aside when she caught a whiff of Marks’s cologne floating on the air he’d already passed through. That spicy exotic scent he wore was entirely masculine and she inhaled it then held her breath, hoping to keep it in her nostrils just a little longer.
She knew she was playing with fire. Fantasizing about her boss was a silly, and senseless, thing to do. It was wholly possible that she would end up losing her job if she didn’t start concentrating on more important things than sexual fantasies that invariably left her frustrated and horny, say making sure her stockings were in good repair and memorizing the layout of the building.
They entered an elevator and headed toward the building’s highest floors. The elevator gave off a weird little groan and she frowned as it lurched slightly then steadied. A little tremble ran through her but the car’s ascent smoothed out and they finished the ride without issue, to her relief.
Several days before a woman had been trapped in an elevator for several hours! Many of the elevators were undergoing repairs and she knew that many of them were being completely replaced due to some damage done to them after that last earthquake.
The doors of the car slid open with a pneumatic whine, cutting off her thoughts. They headed for the large conference room with Cassie walking behind them. She had a perfect view of all their backsides, shown off by their well-tailored pants.
Desire shot through her as the men’s long legs moved, their slacks clinging to the lean muscles of their calves and thighs and the firm uplift of their well-toned asses. Her mouth hung open slightly as she watched them move, and she felt that same pleasurable rush of excitement flow through her body, sending heat sweeping down her lower body and into her pelvis.
She shook her head to clear it as they went I not the conference room. The others were gathered, their secretaries and assistants sitting or standing nearby. There were no free chairs so she hastily opened her tablet to make notes and stood at the ready, trying not to look around at the other assistants.
All of them were so put together! The torn stocking and the wrinkled blouse made her feel insecure and slightly ashamed. She was much younger than the other assistants and she was aware of that but she was angry at herself anyway. She had a lot more to prove than they did, and she couldn’t even keep her stocking from running!
The meeting had started while she’d been lost in her recriminations. She hurriedly began to take notes, shifting slightly so the heavy bag hanging over her shoulder wouldn’t interfere with her hands and arms.
She cast a quick look about hoping someone else might have set their bag down so she could follow suit but, of course, not one bag sat on the floor. The bosses often got up and walked around the tables or toward the spot where the presentation materials were set up. It wouldn’t do for one of them to trip or fall.
The meeting dragged on and on. She took her notes and fretted about her appearance. She took notes and imagined Marks taking her back to the office and chastising her in delicious ways for her inability to maintain a proper appearance.
Eventually the meeting ended. Marks, Slay, and Hodges stayed after for a few minutes, discussing something in low tones in a corner as the others all drifted out and headed for their own offices.
Cassie put her tablet back into her bag and forced herself not to fidget. It was far past quitting time, and she was wondering if she was supposed to simply leave or stay. Marks offered no help, his back was to her and the three men were obviously engaged in a serious conversation she was loathe to intrude upon.
Marks finally exclaimed, “We’ve forgotten the time, fellas! Forgive us, Miss Wilson, I didn’t mean to keep you late.”
She smiled
, “That’s okay, Sir.”
They headed, in a group, for a bank of elevators. The car came to a rattling halt and Cassie gave it a worried glance as she stepped inside, accompanied by the three men. The doors shut and the car began to descend in a creaking and halting fashion. Cassie, nervous, glanced around but none of the others seemed to notice and she took a deep breath, telling herself it was fine, after all they didn’t seem worried.
Then the elevator stopped. It didn’t stop at the floor it was supposed to either. It shuddered to a groaning stop directly between two floors.
Sweat popped up on Cassie’s forehead. She stared at the men, at the doors, and the blinking light located above the door where a number should have registered.
Marks swore. “It looks like we took the wrong elevator.”
Slay groaned, “Dammit, I thought they had fixed all of these damn things already.” He punched the door open button with his broad thumb but nothing happened. He punched it again then hit the button for the floor above, and then the floor below.
Nothing.
A little squeak of dismay came from Cassie’s mouth. “Are we stuck in here?”
Marks sighed and ran a hand through his hair, mussing it so that it looked exactly like it did in her fantasies, a development that completely took her mind away from the issue at hand for a moment.
Hodges said, “That just figures, and just when I have so much to get done.”
Slay put in, “Someone got trapped for hours just a few days ago. I don’t know about any of you but I sure as hell don’t want to be stuck in here for hours with nothing to do.”
Cassie said, “We could try to call.”
Hodges said, “Yes, that’s…” he picked up the little phone and groaned. “Not working. That figures too.”
“Try the alarm,” Marks suggested.
Hodges pressed it firmly but nothing happened. They all gawked at each other for a few moments. Slay sighed with impatience and said, “Well, now what?”
“We could try to open the doors, “Cassie suggested, “look and see how close we are to the floor. If we’re near enough to one maybe there’d be enough room for us to climb out.”
Marks said, “Now that’s an idea.” He tried the doors, his arms with their powerful and lean muscles straining. Sweat appeared on his forehead and he grunted then planted his feet and tried again before cursing loudly.
All three men tried it. Cassie took a few things out of her bag, hoping to find something that might help them to get the doors open but all she had was the tablet, a small laptop, a few files and a single granola bar. “Sorry,” she murmured. “Somehow I can’t help but feel I should have been better prepared.”
Marks said, “Oh? Why? Nobody could have foreseen this. Well, maybe we all should have given the way that damn company that’s replacing these things has been so lax about their jobs, either way it’s absolutely not your fault.”
She smiled, pleased at the slight praise. Then she blurted out, “I’m afraid my first week has been less than stellar all the way around and so I’m apologizing a lot these days.”
“You’re doing fine.” Marks smiled at her and said, “When I started with the company I was on the third floor and on my first day they gave me an assistant who was having her first day too. She was so nervous she set my desk on fire.”
Slay roared laughter. “I remember that. Your whole desk, including the company computer!”
Hodges laughed too. “That was funny. Whatever happened to her?”
Marks said, “When I transferred up here she went to work on the sixth floor. She was great after that, and you’ll get the hang of it, Miss Wilson. We were all new to our jobs once after all.”
She’d always thought he was cold, and so were the others but now she was beginning to see them in a new light and she relaxed. “Well, so the door won’t open. Is there an emergency exit?”
They all looked around but they saw nothing. Hodges said, “I knew we should have gotten out of there while the getting was good. There goes my drinks and dinner plans.”
Silence fell. Hodges tried the alarm, the phone, and the buttons again then said, “Damned if I know. Anyone’s cell working?”
They all whipped out their phones to see no service available. Marks pocketed his and said, “I saw a television show once where people were in an elevator and they got out of it by going through the top.”
They all looked upward. Hodges squinted and said, “It looks like it’s solid though.”
“We need a closer look, “Slay said. “Here, give me a boost up.”
Hodges and Marks put their hands together and Slay stepped into their palms. They lifted him and Cassie held her breath while he teetered and then said, “There’s a door but it’s…oof!”
Marks and Slay kept him from falling, but only barely. Marks said, “You’ve gained a little weight since college,” in an apologetic tone.
Slay nodded and said, “Miss Wilson, if we lift you do you think you might be able to find the door release up there?”
She gave the high ceiling of the car a dubious look. It appeared to be solid stainless steel but she didn’t want to say no to them after they’d been so kind, and she also didn’t relish the idea of being trapped in a closed elevator all night. She bit her lips, she was not overweight but she was a curvy girl, and she wasn’t sure how long they’d be able to hold her. “I think so. Where did you see the door?”
Hodges said, “See that seam there? Follow it down to the corner.”
She saw it suddenly and a smile bloomed. “Wow, you have great eyes. I never would have seen that.”
She took her shoes off, suddenly horribly aware that the run had grown and spread up her ankle to her shin. She gulped and stepped into their hands and they hoisted her upward. Their hands rested on her legs and somebody’s hand slid even higher, along the silk of her stocking.
Below Cassie, Marks exchanged a quick glance with Slay, who was openly staring. Miss Wilson was pushing determinedly at the door but none of them were paying attention to that anymore.
She wore stockings, not pantyhose, and at this angle the lacy black tops of those stockings were very visible as was the delicate black lace of her panties, which were so abbreviated they might as well be a mere string of floss. Marks eyes lingered on that fabric right where it vanished into the cleft between her rounded ass cheeks. Desire ran through him, making his cock stiffen.
He glanced down and saw Hodges grinning happily as she stretched a little higher, her legs spreading slightly for balance. She teetered and they quickly lowered her. Hodges was breathing hard and Slay wore a faint red flush on his cheeks. Marks’ cock tented out the front of his slacks and he turned slightly so she wouldn’t see that erection straining at his zipper in an effort to free itself.
That a young and obviously innocent girl had managed to turn all three of them on, and in such an easy fashion, was a trifle embarrassing, to say the least. He cleared his throat and asked, “Any luck?”
Her face was scarlet from the exertion of pushing at the recalcitrant door. She shook her head and little tendrils of the slippery blonde tresses came free to wave around her face. He’d always known she was attractive but until that moment he’d thought her very aloof and cold, and a trifle withdrawn and timid as well. It seemed she was none of those things. Most women would have adamantly refused to even give that stunt a try.
“No,” she said, “But if we try again I might get it.”
They gamely hoisted her back up. Marks did not fail to notice her panties had somehow moved higher into the crack of her ass, and the slippery silk of her stockings rubbed against his fingertips, exciting him as she wriggled and pushed. He saw that Slay and Hodges were equally excited and Slay was practically groping her ankle.
“I got it!” her voice was thin with excitement.
Then she fell. Marks caught her. Her curvy body hit his and the erection that had been steadily growing became a throbbing and pounding length.
Cassie took a step back. Her breath came far too fast and her eyes went from one face to another. Her skin tingled all over from the press of their fingers and her bottom still registered the hard thrust of his cock against it.
She licked her lips, an unconsciously sexy gesture. She swallowed hard and said, “But, sadly, I don’t think any of us will fit up through it. It looks like it’s all covered with cables and large bolts that hold the cables.”
Marks stepped back. Her eyes dropped. Her face heated. His erection was visible, so visible she could see the outline of his plump and long cock against the fabric of his slacks. Desire hit her so hard she could not even draw breath. Her eyes stayed riveted to the mesmerizing sight of his cock.
Slay stepped forward and she felt another jolt of passion rocket through her as his erection brushed against her bottom for one single moment.
30 Hot Milf Erotica Porn Stories Page 53
