Her cheeks were red. XXX Sophia Ericson, executive vice president of Laif Industries, came click clopping around the corner toward the bank of elevators. Cautiously, I started pushing. God, please hit me.”
And I hit her, on the side of the face, with my open hand. She smelled of perfume, expensive shampoo, cosmetics, sweat, and panic. Perhaps if I calmed her down, I would manage to keep my job. The blouse joined the jacket on the floor. I could smell her. “Maintenance elevator’s broken, Ma’am.” I said, not making eye contact. Face red, she started to pace. “Just getting a flashlight, Ma’am. I took my time, enjoying the tight, hot feel of her sodden twat. She seemed to lose her little remaining composure while she wrenched at the heavy security doors. The elevator gave little sensation of movement as it started upward.
