Chapter 1

Prelude

In the back of a crowded elevator.

Pressed up against the man who’s against the wall.

He starts to rub my ass and slowly lifts my charcoal grey, A-line skirt.

He slides his hand down my ass, underneath my panties, then moves around to the front and heslowly inserts a finger into my vagina.

As people get on and off the elevator, the jostling of the other passengers is the only movement of my body on his finger.

I miss my floor and have to ride up to the top of the building before descending to my floor once again.

He pushes my panties down to the floor and I step out of them.

The door opens on my floor and I step out, leaving my panties on the floor.

Later that day, when I return from my lunch break there are a dozen roses on my desk and a small box that I discovered contain my panties.

There is also a note telling me what time “he” will be on the elevator this afternoon at the end of the work day.

It also instructs me to leave my panties in my purse.

“He” is the man that first helped me discover my inner sub and he’s back in town.

Chapter 1

5:07 and I’m double timing it down the hall to the elevator.

He specifically said to be on the elevator at 5:00.

Damned west coast clients always forget the time difference and call at the last minute with their issues.

It seems to happen every Friday.

My new assistant, Stephanie offered to handle it for me but I told her “No, I’ll take care of it. No offense but I know this guy and if he doesn’t get to talk to someone in management, he’ll call upstairs and bitch about it.”

The “DING” announced that the elevator car had arrived seconds before the doors parted.

It was about half full of people. Most of them upper level management (above me) and their assistants.

He was in the back. Glaring at me.

I stepped in and turned to face the door.

Almost immediately, I felt my phone vibrate in my purse.

I grabbed it and saw the text notification.

“YOU’RE LATE!”

“I know. I sorry. Something came up”

“EXCUSES? YOU KNOW BETTER.”

“It couldn’t be avoided. I said I’m sorry.”

“NOT YET, YOU’RE NOT. YOU WILL BE THOUGH.”

That sent a tingle down my spine.

The elevator stopped at another floor and a few more people entered.

“MOVE BACK HERE NEXT TO ME.”

Under the pretense of making room, I edged my way to the back of the car. Avoiding eye contact with the other passengers.

I stood next to him a the back of the car.

Another woman on my left.

“I got my gifts” I whispered “Thank you.”

“Do you have them with you?” I knew he meant the underwear, not the flowers.

“Yes. They’re in my purse.”

“Give them to me.”

The car stopped once again and a few more people got on making it even more crowded.

I reached into my purse, balled up my panties and discretely handed them to him.

He put them in the pocket of his suit jacket.

My phone vibrated again

“YOUR BRA DOESN’T MATCH YOUR PANTIES.”

“??? Yes. Both royal blue. Bought them to match camisole.”

“NO! DON’T MATCH. YOU’RE STILL WEARING YOUR BRA!”

“You didn’t tell me not to.”

“SHOULDN’T HAVE TO. TAKE IT OFF.”

“Here? Now?”

“TAKE IT OFF OR I’LL UNZIP YOUR SKIRT AND LET IT FALL TO THE FLOOR.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“DON’T TRY ME. 10 SECONDS”

I hesitated a bit but when I felt his hand touch the waist of my skirt I quickly shrugged the jacket off of my shoulders.

The woman next to me shot me a dirty look. There really wasn’t much spare room in the elevator and I must have jostled her.

I folded my jacket and handed it to him. he draped it over his arm. A smile on his face.