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What Floor Please?
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What Floor Please? What Floor Please by Serina T. “Come on ladies and gentlemen, get a move on. The boss wants this report done by Friday morning, I want it done Thursday before you leave, I have to look good by having it done a day early, so I can go to the executive meeting and present it. Come on don't doddle.” Christina commands, with a stern voice. “But that's impossible.” came a frustrated voice from the far end of the twelve cubicle office room, filled with workers. “Who ever said that had better stand up and reveal themselves.” She screamed, as her wondering eyes scanned the collection of diligent workers. A thin, late middle aged man, rose and attracted her gaze. “I said it Christina, I'm sorry.” He admitted sheepishly. “Well if you think it's too hard a job to make me look good in front of the executive board then..”pausing for a moment to gather her thoughts, she says. “Then I guess the others will have to finish the project without you, goodbye Mr. Carstairs. Your last payroll check, will be sent to you, in the mail, you're no longer needed here. Pack up your belongings and evacuate the cubical by 5:00 pm.. Anybody else have any excuses? I am, Ms. Jacobs to the rest of you , show some respect. Now get back to work.” she barked at the others, turns, and walks away. Back in her office Christina admired herself in the mirrored wall, she still looked just slightly masculine, but people will attribute it to her being a powerful woman. She straightened her business suit, a red blouse, with black jacket and skirt, poured herself a drink, and leaned back in her plush leather chair. “Any day now, the CEO of this huge, profitable, corporation will be calling me to announce my promotion. I've had to throw a few people under some buses, and stepped on a couple more, but, what the hell. Get fame and fortune, how and when you can. You'll never see them on the way back down, because, there will be no, on the way back down.” The thought slowly crossed her mind, she laughed out loud. She felt the tingling rush of excitement surge between her long shapely legs, and wasted no time taking advantage of the opportunity to get herself off. Finishing her drink, she slipped her hand inside her skirt, and found her already firming up cock yearning to be touched. “ I love dressing commando, just outside cloths, with no underwear.” She pressed the intercom button and told her personal assistant, she didn't want to be disturbed for the next ten minutes. Christina unhooked the latch holding the chair in an upright position, and leaned way back, letting her skirt ride up as she put one foot on the desk, and the other across the other opposite arm of the chair. Christina was a Transgender through and through. He just couldn't bring himself to have IT cut off. As he stroked his growing cock he mentally fucked Mr. Carstairs up the ass, in the middle of the cubicle office, in front of all his ex co-workers. This excited her like no porn ever would, or could. She reached inside a desk drawer and plucked a handful of tissues from their box. She switched hands, grabbed an ice-cube from the empty glass, and began rubbing it all around the head of her expanding appendage. She shivered, a shiver that ran up and down and up and down, three times. She wished, once again, she were flexible enough to suck her own dick, but her hand would have to do. She lovingly stroked her swelled cock, speeding up and slowing down, as needed. Bringing herself to the brink of ejaculating, then backing off. She loved being in control, even of her pleasure. The physical frustration built stronger every time she backed off cumming. Her cock began to pulse the pulse of mounting pleasure. Holding it in, was no longer an option. “SHIT” she said out loud. Laying the tissues across her skirt and blouse she eagerly continued handling her manhood. More and more stiff, as the pressure built. Christina was so aroused, her prick felt like it was ready to explode. Stroking faster and faster, getting more and more turned on, the muscles of the leg suspended on the table tightened first. Then the other leg. Her abdomen began to cramp, and the knuckles on the fingers gripping the chair whitened from the squeezing. Then, in her fantasy, as Mr. Carstairs falls to the floor totally spent from his fucking, A great fountain of cum spurted forth from her little head, not unlike the geyser, Old Faithful, in Yellowstone national park. Her body moved like the ocean, with wave after wave of decadent pleasure. Orgasms like that one are far and few, but do happen. She wiped off the cum, not resisting licking some of it from her fingers. Then holding the skirt up at her waist, walked to the little sink in the bar and cleaned everything off. Standing in front of the mirror again, she straightened her clothes and hair. Just when she'd almost had enough of herself, the phone rang, interrupting her self admiration. She pressed the intercom button and frustratingly asked, “What do you want I....” “It's Mr. Helloway, and he want's to see you immediately after business hours, and wants your RSVP, now.” Perry announces promptly. “Well, give it to him, of course I'll be there.” Christina said with a big grin. She poured another drink, leaned back in her chair, and basked in the afterglow of her orgasm, and the visions of her promotion. Glancing at the wall clock, it read 4:43 pm., only half an hour away from another step toward the position she deserved. Controller over thousands of employees lives, their happiness, their sadness. Primping for the next half an hour, then walked through the outer office, into the hall, and to the elevator. Christina pressed the up button, and waited, with only a short six floor elevator ride between her and more money and power. Finally the elevator doors open. Two very attractive men faced her from inside the lift car. The casually dressed guy with the dark hair asked, “What floor please?” Taken aback by the contrast of the two men, one casual, the other wearing a suit, she just stared at them. Again Mr. Casual asked, “What floor please?” “NO! I'll press my own button”Christina sharply remarked, stepped in and pressed the nineteenth floor button. All three of them stood in silence as the elevator started it's climb. Fourteenth floor the numbers read, and the electronic voice announced, Fifteenth floor, Sixteenth floor, Sevente.......” There was a hard jerk and halting of the car all three of them were dropped to their knees. The elevator had stopped between floors. Stuck in the middle with two Christina was the first one to speak up.”What in the holy hell just happened?” She inquired, standing up, and straightening her outfit. She lunged for the emergency phone, pushing the tall black haired, well dressed man out of the way. “Let me do that, I'm important.” Opening the small door to the phone, she pushed the red button, and began to demand.”This is Ms. Christina Jacobs, and I'm in private executive elevator that has stopped due to low maintenance. I demand you..” The polite electronic voice came on the line. “We're sorry for any inconvenience you may be experiencing, the function of the transportation device will resume momentarily.” Suddenly an alarm light begins to blink off and on, with an audio warning beeping sound. This is your security desk for this shift, your responsibility. You activate the security camera in elevator #7 to see if anyone's hurt. There on security monitor seven, the inside of the executive elevator appears. You begin listening and observing, just in time to hear. “What incompetence.” Christina yells as she slams the receiver back in it's holder. She folds her arms tightly and leans in a back corner of the elevator. This is the first chance she's had to get a good look at the men stuck in the middle of two floors with her. Both guys were very handsome, about 6'2”, well built, with full heads of hair. One had black hair, short, a dark blue business suit, and carries a book with a black cover. Her assessment of the other guy, began at his sandled bare feet, his tacky khaki, wrinkled, long shorts, and his obnoxious Hawaiian shirt. His hair, long red, and unkept. He carries a black briefcase. Both were somewhere in their early 40's. The suit, leans against the side wall, opens the book he holds, and begins reading. Mr. Casual, begins glancing over toward Cristina with his intense, deep blue eyes. “What are you looking at?” she asks rhetorically, not expecting an answer. “Isn't that quite obvious, Ms. Jacobs?” came his answer. “It is not polite to stare”,the man in the suit remands. “Who asked you, mister holier then thou?” Mr. Casual quips. “That must be a very good book you're reading. Can I have a look?” “Our political views are too dissimilar, you would not appreciate the beginning or the ending., nor the content in between.”comes a calm voice, with eyes still looking at the book. “Your kind never likes this story.” “Hi! Samuel I. Nightman at your service, but you can call me Sam. I write and notarize contracts, of a sort.”he announces as he holds out his hand for Christina to shake. As she does he moves closer to her. “We don't need mister stuck-up over there, we'll make our own party without him. Let him read his stupid book.” “You only care about the, here and now. I care about the future of my body and soul.” The suit says, not looking up from his book. “I care about my body” Christina blurts out, with contempt. “I like you, we're going to get along fine, at least until we get out of this predicament.” Sam exclaimed.”I have an idea.” With those words, Sam pulled an elaborately engraved, silver drinking flask from his briefcase. He took a drink and offered it to Christina. She took a bigger drink then Sam trying to impress him. It was like nothing she'd ever tasted before, and it warmed her, as it made it's way to her stomach. It relaxed her within seconds. “Beware strangers bearing gifts, your body is a temple.” came a voice from the suits corner of the elevator car. All she could think of saying was,”He's willing to share what he has, and the drink is an offering to my temple.” It didn't quite make sense, but she didn't care any more. She wasn't in the office bossing those business slaves around, to do her bidding., she could say what she wants. She turned to Sam, rubs his red haired chest, and asks.” You sure are hot, are you taken?” “Not even close to taken, no one woman can handle me.” he says to her, with an air of confidence. “Is that a challenge? I love challenges.” “Just a fact, most women are too shy and inhibited to do the things I like to do, and where and when I like to do them.” “Is that so?” she proclaims, as she unbuttons the two top buttons on her blouse, and takes off her jacket. “And I've got a special secret for you, between my legs. I'm not your typical woman.” Sam turns from away from her like she's an aspiring amateur. Ignoring her, and turning his attention to some paperwork he'd pulled from the briefcase. “He's playing you, you know?” said the suit. “He's tricking you, don't fall for it. You don't need to belittle yourself, for the like of him. Come talk with me, until we get rescued. You'll thank me later.” “Nobody insults me, in my own building, and gets away with it.” Anger fills her voice, as she turns back toward Sam, unhooking the snap on the front of her too tight bra. “You don't have to lower yourself to his level. Stay with me, I'll give you respect, and honor your body.” The suit pleads. “He's a user, I know his kind, they lie, deceive, and cheat their way into a relationship. Then trick you into sacrificing more then you'd planed, for a few moments of sexual pleasure. Stay over here Ms Jacobs, for your own good.” Sam grabs her by the arm, and taunts her. “See most women just won't give me what I need when I want it. You're all too afraid to put it out there, to step outside your comfort zone. You're too ashamed just like all the rest.” As she takes the few steps toward Sam, she pulls her blouse and bra off, throwing them to the floor. good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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no need to wait for the movie, while reading this i saw clear images unfolding on my retina i wait excitedly for the sequel Serina  _ _ _ _ _ it's better to live and do the things today than to be sorry tomorrow 
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Your stories always get me very excited. Great imagination and writing.
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Wowsers! A most interesting part 1...   {=}
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Outstanding! I had to join Christine in her office for a while, lol. Can't wait for the next installment. Keep up the good work Serina.
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very interesting, so far
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Most unexpected - love it so far!
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It is great so far cant wait to read the next post. You are very good 
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