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Chapter #5

Something else

    by: Unknown
         It was supposed to be a short elevator ride up to the lobby of Building C, then through the lobby and across the parking lot. From there, Cynthia planned to simply walk along the fenceline of the pool area next to Building C until she reached the steps down to the parking lot. Across the lot was Building E. Her building in the student housing at the College. It would be insane to try a maneuver like she was doing in broad daylight, but it is still daybreak on a Sunday, and hardly any students are likely to be up just yet, even with Exams looming.

         Cynthia expects the elevator ride to be so short, she doesn’t even bother to find her phone in the small purse she brought with her for her morning doing laundry. She is a little miffed that her plan to finish her clothes before the machines at the student housing invariably get crowded now seems in jeopardy. “Well, so much for my head-start!”, Cynthia grumbles to herself as she feels the elevator suddenly lurch to a stop between floors on its short journey.

         “Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me!”, whines Cynthia as she waits for a few seconds, hoping the elevator will resume its path up to the third floor of Building C (which is at ground level for the other buildings in the complex). Nothing happens for a minute, and Cynthia is now pressing buttons, trying anything to get the elevator moving again. Finally, she presses the Call button, and still nothing, at first. Still cursing and now banging on the door of the elevator, Cynthia is fuming mad now, not believing her luck, and suddenly self-aware of just how barely covered she is in just the tee-shirt that comes down to just below her hips.

         Cynthia is flailing her hands in futility now, crying out, “Help! Anyone? Hello? I’m trapped in the elevator! Hey! Anybody?!?”, Cynthia almost looks like she is ready to cry, and she absent-mindedly yanks down on her tee-shirt to make sure her pubes aren’t showing, though she’s trapped alone in the elevator.

         Suddenly, from a speaker above head, Cynthia hears a male voice saying, “Ma’am. We are in the middle of a routine elevator safety maintenance check, and I apologize for the inconvenience.”

         “Finally! Thank God! Get me out of here!”, demands Cynthia looking around her, until she sees the camera aiming down into the small elevator from a corner of the ceiling. Her hands are on her hips as she yells at them to get her free.

         “Ma’am, again, my apologies. We only do these every quarter, and this should take, at the maximum, an hour or so until we can get you out.”, announces the anonymous guy speaking to her.

         “AN HOUR?!?”, screams Cynthia in disbelief, “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MINDS?” and she stamps her foot down hard, “I’m trying to do laundry and can’t wait an hour!”

         “Is that why you’re not wearing any clothing below that flimsy tee-shirt, ma’am?”, inquires the voice.

         Cynthia’s eyes get big and her lips are a wide ‘O’ of unbelief that the man would say that to her! She suddenly feels terribly self-conscious of her nearly naked state, and can’t decide, first trying to hold her hands up as high as she can to obscure the view into the ride, then yanking them down again and holding the hem of the long tee shirt down to hide her crotch when the man comments, “That’s really cute how you shaved it into a little heart like that!”, while chuckling behind the mic.

         “Ooo!” curses Cynthia, “I’ll see that you are fired, buddy!”

         “Notaprob. I was planning on quitting this week anyway, sugar. So anyway, what’s your name, babe? I figure, we’re going to have a little time together, I could at least know what to call you.”

         “It’s Cynthia, you bastard!”, she spits and seethes, even as she feels her nipples begin to harden at the stretchy cotton fabric rubbing tightly against them. Cynthia is now trying to hold the shirt down over her pussy with one hand, while the holding her other arm across her ample chest attempting to hide her obvious excitement at her humiliating situation.

         “You know, Cynthia, there MIGHT be a way we could speed up the safety check…”, the man announces, as if he’s giving the idea his sudden consideration.

         Cynthia is so angry now, she can’t even think what to say in reply, aware of what the anonymous pervert probably has in mind for her. Looking seriously pissed, she hisses at the camera, “Don’t even think of it, mister! You get me out of here. NOW!!!”

         “On the other hand, if necessary, I can shut these elevators down for the whole day, if need be. I can head over there and put up “Elevator Closed” signs and tape the doors off for all three floors. How would you like to spend the day in there, just you and me, Cynthia. Or, who knows? I might be able to have you out of there in fifteen minutes. A lot of things could happen, you know what I mean? A lot of it might have to do with how well you can follow instructions. Are you a good student, Cynthia?”, the man chuckles into the mic.

         “Fuck you!”, yells Cynthia while flipping off the camera with both fists.

         Suddenly, the lights go out, and Cynthia is plunged into to complete darkness! “Eeeek!”, she screams as she cringes into the corner by feeling alone.

         “Ha Ha Ha Ha!”, just a little routine check Cynthia, “No one else ever needs to know about our little fun. I can adjust the temperature in there, too. What’s it going to be, Cynthia? A matter of minutes before you end your ride, or the rest of the day?”.

         “Oh, alright! Damn you!”, and Cynthia is grateful for the lights coming on again, “What do you want me to do, you sicko?”, she shrieks up at the camera.

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1. "I want to see you dance for me, Cynthia!"

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