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Independent film intern, Michelle Law, stepped onto the elevator with her boss of six months Gina Ottershaw. Holding a tall, Styrofoam cup in one hand, Gina fished around in her bag for her cell phone with the other. Next to her, Michelle stared up at the numbers that marked what floor they were at. She knew what was going to happen as soon as the light for the twentieth floor came on.
"Dammit! I don't know why I can't get phone service on this crazy elevator!" Gina muttered aloud.
Michelle mouthed the words right along with her cranky boss. It had been like this, everyday, for the last six months. Michelle would run into Jumpin' Jimmies Java Junction for a Double Mochaspressachino Latte' with extra foam and extra cinnamon, then hurry down the street to Gina's building and take the elevator to the twenty third floor and deliver it to Gina's apartment, by that time it was the perfect drinking temperature. Once on the elevator, Gina would slurp her coffee while fumbling for her phone, then bitch about no service in the elevator. Michelle simply nodded her head in time with the synthesized version of 'Girl From Ipanema' that was playing on the elevator speaker. Michelle swore that was the only song that ever played on this elevator.
Michelle had signed on with Ottershaw Independent Films, her last year in film production school, as an intern, for extra credit and some real life experience. That was six months ago and every day since she had wondered what she had been thinking. Gina Ottershaw had the worst taste in films and story lines imaginable, but it was what she loved doing and besides, for as bad as she was at picking scripts for films, she was absolutely brilliant at picking investments, so she used her investing savvy to fund her independent film company, which, while not unsuccessful, boasted seventy five employees and turned a profit every year, was not Gina's obvious vocational calling, albeit her true vocational passion.
Both women stood in silence during their daily descent for another days adventure of bad scripts, untalented actors and the inevitable blow-up between Gina and some hapless schmuck on the phone. Gina, now in her late thirties, was quite attractive with a nice build. Her most intriguing feature seemed to be her mouth. Her full, perfectly shaped lips, curled ever so slightly at the corners giving her the look of almost a constant smile, totally belying her cantankerous disposition. She had perfect tits and ass and she knew how to use them to get what she wanted. Her medium length, chestnut hair framed her chiseled Italian features perfectly. She had always been beautiful and she had always been confident in herself and in her abilities.
Michelle on the other hand, was nearly the complete opposite. She had strawberry blonde hair that she wore in a moppish fashion. While her figure was considerably less curvaceous as Gina's, she had a firm, well proportioned body, pert, champagne glass sized breasts and one of the cutest bottoms in the independent film industry. She was, however, less confident in herself than her immediate superior. She was, by some accounts, almost borderline neurotic. She worried about everything, wether it need worrying about or not. Michelle also had an addiction to dog track betting, but the Gamblers Anonymous meetings were help with that.
As the elevator passed the thirteenth floor, the typical, predictable day Michelle was expecting was about to change. Suddenly the elevator lurched to a stop. The lights went out but in almost an instant, the emergency lights came on to dimly light the two startled women.
"Shit" Gina fairly spat the word out.
"W-what's going on??" Michelle's voice wavered slightly.
"Probably another blackout. This is just great!" Gina becoming visibly agitated.
Then some sort of alarm began with a soft 'ping pong' sound. Michelle began to look around frantically,
"What's that alarm?? It's not a fire alarm is it??"
"Uhh...I really don't thin..." Gina started but was cut off.
"Oh my God! What if it is a fire alarm?! We'll be trapped!!" Michelle's voice was becoming higher in register as she began to wring her hands together.
Then she noticed the emergency phone box and tore into it and snatched the receiver from inside. But in her exuberance, she tore the cord loose from inside the box.
"Hello!? Hello??" She spoke loudly into the now worthless receiver.
"Answer me for fuck's sake!!"
Gina stood watching, brow furrowed. This was quickly becoming a spectacle.
"Give me that!" Gina snapped as she grabbed the receiver from the panicky intern. She looked at the frayed wire ends then tried to see inside the box, hoping there may be a way to reconnect it. Michelle began to pace back and forth, muttering and wringing her hands, then she'd run her hands through her hair. All at once she was tight against Gina,
"What are we going to do?" she said in a childlike whisper.
"Well if you back up a step " Gina nudged her away slightly "I can maybe reconnect this"
Michelle went back to pacing and muttering. Gina became aware the muttering was actually the words to 'Girl from Ipanema' which now seemed to be playing incessantly. The phone was a lost cause and Gina let out a deep sigh as she dropped it to the floor. Before she knew what was happening, Michelle had wrapped her arms around Gina's waist, tight enough to almost take her breath,
"What the hell!?" Gina tried to push Michelle back.
"I don't want to die in this elevator!!" Michelle was now almost hysterical.
"No one's going to die in this elevator! Sheesh girl, get a hold of yourself!"
Michelle dropped to her knees and through her arms around Gina's legs, nearly knocking her off balance.
"I have to confess some stuff, in case we don't make it!!" Michelle now teary eyed.
"Ok, ok, confess away, just loosen up a little" Gina growled trying to lessen Michelle's hold on her legs.
"I've been stealing office supplies from work and I use your cell phone to call my mom so I don't use up my minutes and it was me that ate your danish while you were in the bathroom and I let you blame that dorky guy with the bad Sci fi script and last Thursday when I called in sick, I really went to the dog track with some friends" Michelle poured out her heart as she buried her face into the side of Gina's thigh.
"That's ok kid, I forgive you" Gina hoped that absolution would get the sobbing Michelle off her leg.
But Michelle hugged tighter and continued blathering on and on about her transgressions against Ottershaw Independent Films.
"And when I found out about you gypped me out of my raise I spit in your coffee" Michelle sniffed.
Gina paused a second while that last statement sunk in, "You did what?"
"I'm really, really sorry" Michelle sniffed again, "I was really mad and I needed that money, so I spit in your coffee. It was really childish and I'm sorry" Michelle apologized, wiping her nose on Gina's pants leg.
"That's disgusting!" Gina said as she gave one more shove, finally breaking Michelle's bear hug and freeing her legs.
Michelle, still on the floor, sitting back on her heels, looking almost like a lost little girl, had quite crying and wiped her eyes with the cuffs of her blouse, "What's disgusting is trying to get by on twenty five grand a year in this city"
Gina couldn't argue with that last statement, but after all, Michelle was just an intern, no one starts at the top of the ladder right? Gina smoothed out the legs of her slacks. As she did , she noticed the empty Styrofoam cup on the floor and her eyes narrowed, she tried not to think about it.
"So how did you find out about the raise thing?" Gina asked as she brushed her hair back.
"Oh...that" Michelle stammered as she got to her feet, " Before I tell you, I have to apologize for something else. I had sex on your desk"
Gina's hazel eyes widened "You what!?!"
"I'm sorry! It just sort of happened. You were out for the day and...well...you know" Michelle fanned herself with the collar of her silk blouse "Do you think it's hot in here?"
Gina shook her head in disbelief, "With who!?"
Michelle unbuttoned the cuffs of her blouse "Chris, from accounting. After we...well...that's when the beans spilled about the whole raise thing. Gosh it's warm in here"
Gina was flabbergasted " Banner?? You had sex with Chris Banner?? On my desk?!?"
"No, not Chris Banner, it was Chris Sanchez. You don't think there's a fire do you?? Is that why it's so hot in here??!!" Michelle began pacing.
"You're confused. Sanchez is a girl, you meant Chris Banner"
"No, it was Chris Sanchez" Michelle began unbuttoning her blouse "I can't believe you're not roasting"
When it sunk in Gina blushed. Michelle had engaged in lesbian sex on her desk. This morning had just been a cornucopia of revelations.
"Anything else you like to tell me?" Gina's question smacked of sarcasm since she figured she had heard it all now.
"We wore your clothes" Michelle replied as she untucked her blouse from her skirt.
"You wha..?!" Gina was floored, "You wore my clothes?? Where the fuck did you get my clothes??"
"It was one of the days you made me take your stuff to the cleaners. I was just calling my mom before I went to the dry cleaners and Chris came in,and one thing lead to another. I wore your pink argyle sweater and Chris wore your silk negligee, it was hot!" Michelle finished unbuttoning her blouse.
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Gina leaned against the wall of the elevator, she couldn't believe it, "So when did you spit in my coffee?"
Michelle slipped off her blouse, " I started when I found out about the raise"
"Started?? You mean you did it more than once??"
"Oh yeah! Almost everyday" Michelle said matter of factually as she unzipped her skirt.
Gina shook her head, this had all become too surreal, then she noticed Michelle was in the process of stripping, "What the hell are you doing?"
Michelle just began this nervous giggling "It's so hot in here, must be from the fire" then let her skirt fall to the floor.
It was like a bad dream. Gina's assistant had just told her almost too much to comprehend and now she was stripped down to her leopard print bra and panties and thigh high stockings. All the while that annoying 'ping-pong' alarm sound syncopated itself with The Girl From Ipanema. Michelle squatted down and began fumbling through her handbag, still muttering the words to that now annoying song.
"What are you looking for?" Gina didn't even know why she asked, the want for something to say perhaps.
"Vibrator" Michelle replied then went back to humming.
"Excuse me??" Gina was sure she had heard wrong.
"I'm looking for my vibrator" Michelle repeated louder and slower, making sure her reply was received and understood that time.
"What the hell??" Gina straighted up "What do you want that for? Now??"
"Look" replied Michelle "We probably don't have alot of time left, so I want to have one more orgasm before...well" she nervously giggled "..well, you know"
Finally she found it, "Ah-ha!" she almost shouted and pulled it from the bag and held it up, reminiscent of Arthur withdrawing Excaliber from the stone.
"Look, I know you're under alot of stress right now" Gina tried to calm Michelle down "But you can't masturbate right here, right now! It's just not going to happen!"
"Ohhho , It's happening" Michelle retorted with a chuckle "Look, we're probably not going to make it out of here, and there's alot of things I wanted to do that I'll never get to do now. I like sex. I like getting off. So the one thing that I can do before it's all over, is one last big orgasm" Michelle's eyes began to tear up again "Now you can just look away and pretend it's not happening, or, if you had a shred of compassion, and I'd hope you do, you could hold my hand, for this, my last act on earth"
Gina just stared at her in astonishment. After all Michelle had just confessed to, all that she had admitted to, she now had the audacity to ask Gina to hold her hand while she frigged herself with a vibrator, unbelievable. Then Michelle held out a trembly hand to Gina
"Well what the fuck!" Gina said "It couldn't make today seem any more weird!" And she took Michelle's hand.
Gina slumped down against the wall while Michelle lay on her back with her knees up. Gina faced the wall and bit her fingernail as she held Michelle's hand. She couldn't help but wonder to herself what if Michelle was right? What if the building was on fire? Gina had been successful in her own right but there were still things she wanted to do too, but when she heard the humming of Michelle's vibrator and she realized this wasn't one of them.
"So this is how I go out huh? Holding hands with a masturbating, lesbian coffee spitter that likes to wear my clothes" Gina shook her head again and muttered. It was beyond inconceivable.
"You never told me why you wore my clothes" Gina looked over at Michelle out of habit, then quickly looked back to the wall.
" I dunno....mmmmm...it just seemed hot at the time I guess" Michelle softly replied as she rubbed and teased her pussy through her panties with the vibrator.
Gina shrugged "I guess I just don't get it"
Michelle breathed in deep and squeezed Gina's hand slightly " What's not to get? You're a gorgeous woman and clothing is an intimate item" Michelle uttered a little coo. "It smelled of your perfume...of your hair...of your sweat. It was exquisite"
Gina turned her head toward Michelle as much as she dare without seeing anything, then she looked down at her hand in Michelle's, and a strange feeling stirred. It had been a long time since anyone had paid her a compliment like that. Besides she couldn't ever remember being referred to as exquisite. Gina was at a loss for something to say, but she gave Michelle's hand a little jiggle as sort of an acknowledgement.
Michelle's grip tightened a bit more onto Gina's hand, "Gina..." she said in a voice slightly breathy.
"Hmm?"
Michelle bit her lower lip as she could feel herself starting to gradually close in on her climax, "Oooo..." she cooed. "Gina!"
"What??" Repeating herself always aggravated Gina.
"Gina! I love you!!" Michelle said, barely above a whimper, as she zeroed the vibrator in on her clit through her ever dampening panties.
With all that had gone on so far this morning, with all the revelations and confessions, this sort of Epiphany was the last thing Gina expected. Michelle tightened her grip on Gina's hand, totally unaware Gina was looking her full in the face now. Many men in Gina's past had told her that very thing, in hopes of getting their hands, eventually, on her business assets, but this was different. For all either of them knew the building was on fire, this could, in fact, be their last moments on earth, so there was nothing to gain by lying. For the first time in her life, Gina Ottershaw felt loved, truly, unconditionally loved. She reached down with her free hand and gently pulled the vibrator away from Michelle's panties
"Hey!" Michelle half whined " I was almost..." then she opened her eyes to see Gina looming over her, a huge smile beaming acrossed her face. Her cheeks glowed and her almond shaped, hazel eyes were fairly snapping.
"Hi" Gina beamed.
"Hi" Michelle replied, more than a little confused, "Gina, what's wrong with you??"
"You love me?" Gina giggled.
"Yes, I have from the first time I saw you" Michelle confessed, squirming a bit, half from nervousness and half from being so close to orgasm then being interrupted.
Gina closed her eyes as she gently put her lips to Michelle's. Electricity filled the elevator. Gina hungrily sucked Michelle's willing tongue into her mouth. Michelle was taken aback but wildly passionate at the same time. So many nights she had made love to other women, dreaming they were Gina. Her fantasies were dominated by the ethereal Gina. Now , here on the floor of an elevator her fantasy was about to become a reality. Gina pulled away from the euphoric Michelle and quickly pulled off her sweater. Shaking her hair back from her face and smiled down at Michelle. Reaching down she slowly raked a fingernail up the crotch of Michelle's panties
"You were close weren't you? Before I stopped you I mean"
Michelle shuddered at the teasing of Gina's nail as it tickled her sopping labia. Instinctively she rolled her hips, trying to guarantee contact between Gina's finger nail and her throbbing clitoris.
"Uh huh" Michelle mumbled
"Maybe I can make it up to you then" Gina said seductively as she reached around behind her, struggling momentarily with her bra hooks.
Once undone, Gina rolled her shoulders forward slightly and let the black lace garment fall to the floor. Michelle nearly gasped out loud for Gina's breasts were everything she'd dreamed of. Large, full and with large pink areolas. Even though her tan was slightly faded, Michelle could still make out the tan lines on Gina's tits, and Michelle loved tan lines. Instantly Michelle sat bolt upright, wrapped her arms around Gina and began kissing a and licking Gina's breasts. Gina reciprocated the embrace and began giggling. Michelle's hot, soft tongue tickled incredibly against Gina's extra sensitive nipples. Gina was becoming wetter and wetter by the second. Having her nipples licked, sucked and nibbled hadn't turned her on this much since the first time in high school. Gina reached down and began rubbing Michelle through her panties again, resulting in Michelle emitting soft little moans. The Michelle threw back her head
"Oh Gina! I need to fucking cum!" She panted, "Please baby! Please?!"
Gina had gone slightly slack jawed while having her nipples tongue washed, but her open mouthed expression quickly became a broad smile
"You mean...?" Gina asked glancing down at Michelle's damp panties.
"Yes...that!" Michelle giggled between pants
"But I've never done that" Gina gave a devilish, teasing smile.
"It's easy" Michelle replied as she put a hand on Gina's head coaxing her to go down on her. "You'll love it! Just do what you think would feel good on you" she lay back and closed her eyes as her ultimate fantasy was about to come true.
Gina slipped a finger under the elastic of Michelle's panties and deftly pushed them to one side. Slowly she put her full lips to Michelle's pussy. Michelle gasped and shuddered as she felt the tip of Gina's tongue make contact with her swollen, sopping labia. Gina imagined back to her boyfriend in college, who had a magnificent gift for cunnilingus and mimicked what he did to her every chance he could. That technique instantly rocketed Michelle to an explosive orgasm. Screaming , she grabbed Gina's hair, arching her hips up, quivering as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her body. Gina reached down and began rubbing and tugging at her own nipple, something she had never done while making love to someone else before, but she had never been this aroused before, and she needed touching.
While Michelle continued riding her cataclysmic orgasm, her legs now thrown over Gina's shoulders, neither one was aware the elevator had started moving. The first indication that they were at the threshold of freedom and safety was the 'ping' of the elevator as the door opened. Once it did, Gina's head snapped around with the 'deer in the headlights' expression as the door slide open. Glancing up she saw they were back on the twenty third floor. Michelle was semi-comatose, grinning and her head slowly rolling back and forth. Luckily for the two women no one was standing in the hallway.
Quickly Gina grabbed up their things as she nudged Michelle "C'mon!! We're outta here!"
Michelle's eyes flew open wide. She jumped up and followed Gina out of the elevator. As the two hurried down the hallway towards Gina's apartment they were hugging, kissing and stumbling over each other. Once at the door, Gina fumbled for her key card
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