Late for a friend’s bachelorette party, Jamie parked in the hotel’s underground garage and hurried to the elevator. Almost a dozen people were waiting. Jamie hastened across the garage floor to a service elevator at the far end. Ah, no one there, and the door opened right away.

Jamie stepped inside, confronted by ten buttons, none of them designating a floor. Thinking she’d work her way up, she pressed the bottom button. Whether the elevator was ascending or not, Jamie couldn’t be certain, but she noticed a slurpy churning sound. A moment later something nuzzled the bodice of her gown free from her breast and affixed itself to her nipple. A scant second later something pushed its way up her skirt, smoothed her sex lips apart, sipped briefly from her cunt, then fastened itself to her clit.