Chapter 2: Sally

The Prudential Building had a gymnasium in the basement. It was on Lower Level One above the Parking levels.

The occupants of the Prudential Building complained that only two of the bank of six elevators serviced the lower levels; if you were coming down from above the ground floor you were likely to have to get out and change.

Not that Sally was concerned; she was going up. She had changed into her gym gear on the eleventh floor and gone down to use the gym. It was her ritual to do so every day after work. She could take her workout clothes down to the gym and change in and out of her office attire there; but she hated the smell of the crowded gymnasium women’s change room. By changing on the eleventh floor after work she had the small ladies room to herself. None of the secretaries worked back much after seven pm.

One of the two elevators had a sign that read ‘out of order’ taped to the door. Sally tutted and was about to press the elevator call button when the other elevator arrived. The bell binged and the little arrow pointed up. Perfect!

Sally was scrolling on her phone when she entered the elevator and barely took notice of the man in the dark suit at the back of the elevator. She absentmindedly pressed the button for the eleventh floor dropping her gym bag to the floor and was delighted when the elevator shot past ground where it often stopped to pick up more passengers. But being so late in the day it wasn’t surprising.

What was surprising was when the elevator suddenly shuddered to a halt and the lights went out.

“Fuck!” Sally barked.

Her face reddened in the dark.

“Sorry. It’s just I’m in a rush. I’m going out with my boyfriend tonight,” Sally apologised.

The man at the back of the car said nothing.

Sally shrugged pointed the light from her phone at the blank call buttons and pressed them all. Nothing happened. She used the light to open the door to the emergency phone and found that some vandal had ripped the cord out.

“Fuck! Well at least the air conditioning is working,” Sally said hopefully.

“Isn’t there supposed to be emergency lighting?” she asked hopefully.

Still nothing from the man.

“Talkative type aren’t you,” she said sarcastically.

She stared at the face of her phone and her heart sank. There were no little bars; she had no connection.

“What about you? Do you have any service?” she called out to the man.

Nothing.

“Fuck!” she spat and began sliding and pushing keys on her phone.

Her hands were still greasy from the gym and she dropped it. It skittered across the floor and the glow from its screen faded. The elevator was pitch-black.

Sally was picky about her sports clothing and liked to show off her toned body. She was wearing black Lorna Jane seamless tights with sheer inserts in the thighs and a pink lycra sports bra that hugged her small firm breasts and exposed her midriff. Her feet were shod in pink Nike trainers and white anklets.

She knew that some of the girls at the gym laughed at her for leaving her makeup on while she worked out, but to Sally, looking good was as important as feeling good. Her eye makeup was heavy; black eyeliner and mascara, contrasted with mauve eyeshadow. She wore rouge to define her fine cheekbones and red long-lasting lipstick on her pouted lips.

Her long blonde hair was worn in a ponytail. At twenty-three years of age she was the epitome of the young city girl who wore the right clothes, drank the right coffee, went to the right nightclubs and only dated the right handsome young professional men.

Her makeup, like her gym clothes was expensive; Maybelline and Loreal. Her perfume had intermingled with the perspiration from her workout as it dried in the cool air and she was glad she didn’t smell bad; even if the guy in the elevator was being a jerk.

Sally was totally shocked when the man came for her in the dark. He pushed her against the wall of the elevator and used his strength to hold her there. When she got over the shock she began to struggle but by then the man had one of her arms bent up behind her back and his other forearm pressed down on the back of her neck. She couldn’t move without extreme pain.

“Stop it! Stop it fuck you!” she tried to kick out at him.

The man pressed down on her neck and lifted her arm causing her more pain and Sally stopped struggling.

The man was using his bodyweight to hold her against the wall and she could feel his growing erection pressing into her buttocks. She wished she were wearing anything else except the skimpy PT gear.

The man removed the arm that was using to force her neck down and Sally felt the man fumbling around in his suit jacket. She heard the unmistakable sound of duct tape being ripped off the roll. The man must have the end of the tape in his teeth and the roll in his hand. Sally tried her luck but the man was waiting for her to move he pulled her wrist viciously up her back and thrust her against the wall with his body.

Sally hissed with the pain but refused to cry out.

“All right! All right!” she went limp.

The man forced both of Sally’s wrists in front of her waist and began to bind them together with the heavy-duty duct tape. Now she really started to panic.

“Help! Help!” she screamed but her cries only seemed to echo around the elevator.

The man chuckled and bit off a length of tape and put it across her mouth stifling her screams.

Except for her feet, Sally was now neatly bound and the man simply held her against the wall with one hand while he took off his jacket, shirt and tie with the other hand and dropped them on the floor. Sally heard his belt unbuckle and his flies unzip and she began to tremble. She heard the man’s trousers fall around his feet and he kicked them off followed by his underpants.

The man pressed his naked body against her, his hard cock nestled the valley of her Lorna Jane seamless tights; he thrust it between her lycra-clad cheeks. The tights were sheer and fitted like a second skin; she could feel the girth of the man’s cock through the smooth elastin fabric. The man gripped Sally’s hips and humped away at her smooth, tight ass. Sally screamed silently into the tape.

Sally heard the man moan with pleasure as he moulded himself to her, his hands moved to her breasts and he stroked them through the slinky, figure-hugging material. He didn’t grope or paw; he caressed them; hefted their weight and stroked her nipples with his thumbs. He had also stopped rutting at her bottom and was now slowly thrusting himself between her legs; enjoying the feel of her soft, slippery tights on his cock.

Sally’s body was involuntary responding to the man’s ministrations. Her nipples hardened as he caressed them and she was enjoying the sensations of his hard cock stroking her shaved pubis through her tights. She felt herself become moist.

The man sensed her compliance; he slipped his hands inside her sports bra and stroked her breasts; he tweaked her nipples and felt them harden. Then to his delight he felt her adjust her stance, open her legs wider so that his erection rubbed directly on her mons. He heard her moan with lust and he reached around removed the tape from her mouth.

He spun her around and kissed her, crushing his lips against hers. His hands went back to her breasts and he yanked down her bra and lowered her face to her firm globes and licked them, flicking his tongue across her nipples, making her moan louder.

Sally lifted her bound wrists and placed them over the man’s head so that she was locked in his embrace. His cock pushed into her silken-clad mound. Sally lifted herself on the balls of her feet so that the man’s cock was rubbing on her vagina; his glans pushing into her through the opaque silken tights. She rutted against him and lifted his face to kiss him.