With her back to the man, she examined her face in the small mirror. The horror of
her thirtieth birthday was fast approaching, but Emily consoled herself with the knowledge
that most people would guess her younger – she certainly was blessed with more youthful
features despite her propensity to frown and scowl. She absently admired herself, feeling
inwardly smug at her prettiness. Then suddenly she felt inwardly terrified.
“Boy, you certainly are a piece of work! A real cockteaser and no mistake! Tell me,
Blondie, do you take it up the ass? I’d certainly like to fuck you that way!”
Emily looked to her right. She was about to turn round and unleash a torrent of
indignity, but she froze, quickly thinking better of it. She was shocked at what she had
heard, and more than a little afraid. It was a dangerous situation, to be alone in a
confined space with an unknown man. She decided to pretend that she hadn’t heard what he
had said, or if she had, then she was ignoring it – not deigning his vulgarity with a
reply. Emily went back to checking herself in the small mirror of her compact, or at least
that is what she feigned. In actual fact she was trying to see the man’s reflection.
She caught it!
He was grinning at her, staring back at her in the mirror, fully aware of what she
was doing. Emily’s hands were now trembling. The elevator seemed to be travelling slower
than usual. She flicked her gaze to the digital display – they weren’t even half way down.
Her eyes darted back to the mirror. There he was again, grinning with evil intent. She
could hear her heart pounding in her chest. The situation was way out of Mrs. Johnson’s
comfort zone – adrenalin was not something that usually flooded her system.
Yes her heart was pounding – then it almost stopped when he said some more words.
“Yeah, you’ve really got a nice ass, Blondie. Looks sweet in that tight fitting
skirt. How would you like it if I pushed it up and stuffed you full of cock? You could
watch me in the mirror as I fucked you from behind.”
Emily was stunned, and horrified to be hearing such language. What on earth was
going on, such crassness had no place in her world. This wasn’t some building-site filled
with course uncouth men where such harassment might be expected. This was an office block
in a prime London location where high paid professionals worked. How dare he say such
things to Emily Johnson? Did he not realise who she was?
Steeling herself, determined not to be intimidated by this vulgar man, Emily slowly
turned around with an expression of disdain, hoping that the look she gave him would
discourage the man from saying anything else. It usually worked for her – Emily a
reputation for being able to silence a room with her glare and a haughty tilt of her
pretty chin.
But the man wasn’t intimidated. He had the gall to blow her a kiss!
Emily was now fuming and this gave her the courage to look the man over. He was
hardly intimidating. Her verbal abuser was only slightly taller than Emily who stood at
five foot seven out of her heels, so at best he would be five feet ten. He had a
reasonable build, but nothing out of the ordinary and his face wasn’t anything special –
nothing that would make women fall at his feet. But he had such a look of arrogance and
fire in his dark eyes – a self confidence that defied belief. He absorbed Emily’s glare
and smirked at her again then continued with his foul mouthed diatribe as he looked her up
and down.
“Oh yeah... you’ve got a lovely pair of tits! Real pretty face as well under that
dyed blonde hair. The coral shade of lipstick really suits you – it probably matches the
colour of your nipples. It makes you look like a proper slut with your mouth all done up
like that. I’ll bet you suck a mean cock with it. In fact I’m sure you do. I’ll definitely
get you to suck my cock real good before I stuff it up your ass.”
Emily was mortified. The man didn’t laugh or imply in any way that he was just being
crude, or making a joke. That would have been okay, she could have handled that. She would
have slapped him on the face and that would have been that, but this was so much worse. He
was actually serious about what he said!
She turned away and glanced again at the display above the door – they were
approaching the 4th floor and almost at the lobby. Emily sighed with relief. She rested
her hand on the opening of her blouse and felt the clamminess of her perspiring skin. A
vein in her neck was pulsing, ticking out the beat of her galloping heart. She kept
looking at the counter, praying for the numbers to fall to zero. Poor Emily really didn’t
know what else to do. Then a sudden thought struck her.
As four moved to three, Emily wondered if this was some sort of set up – an office
prank at her expense. Perhaps that evil cow, Tessa Clifford, was testing her out, trying
to get some dirt to use against her. Emily couldn’t imagine that she would dare. But just
to be safe, she turned to the man again and quietly stated that she wasn’t interested in
anything he had to offer, and would he please refrain from speaking to her in such a foul
and vulgar way.
The man laughed in return, but not in jest. It was a laugh that sent a shiver
through Emil’s bones.
“Oh you’re interested. I know your type, Blondie - a real slut for cock. I bet you
service the boss and most of those other arseholes up on the top floor. Part of the job
description for a personal assistant, isn’t it – giving good head to relieve corporate
stress. Good head, good cunt and good ass - perhaps all three at once. Why else did they
hire a number like you? But you should help out the ordinary guys as well. And by God,
you’ll help out me! Don’t worry; I’ll have you begging for it in no time. In fact, why
don’t we do it now?”
With this, he leaned forwards and punched the ‘stop’ button on the wall. The
elevator came to a halt between the 1st and 2nd floors.
Panic set in. Emily was now terrified. She wondered if he planned to rape her, here
in the elevator. Emily dived into her bag and took out her mobile. She held it out like a
knife to fend him off.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice kept low as if afraid to yell out and let
the world know of her trouble. “I’m not interested in having anything to do with you! I
suggest you stop this disgusting talk and start the elevator again. I’ll call Security...
I will! They’ll be waiting at the bottom, so don’t try anything.”
The man shook his head and laughed at her threats. Then he told Emily of his plan to
use her.
“I’m not going to fuck you in here, you stupid bitch. I was only joking about that.
I want more from you than a quick knee trembler against the elevator wall. There’s a men’s
changing room down in the basement; really basic with just a shower and a toilet. Not many
people know that it’s there. Most people use the posh facilities on the 12th floor. A few
weirdo joggers use it at lunchtime, but other than that it’s never occupied. Except by me
of course... I’ve fucked lots of women in there. But none were as tight assed as you. So
come on, Blondie! Drop all the stuck up, butter wouldn’t melt crap, and take the elevator
down to the basement with me. You can suck my cock and then I’ll fuck your tight ass.
Let’s do it! You know you want to.”
His finger hovered over the ‘basement’ button. He looked at Emily quizzically. She
shook her head and quickly reached out to punch the ‘start’ button, again telling him that
she wasn’t interested. She silently prayed that he would leave it be – that she would
arrive at the lobby safe and sound.
She did.
The man made no further attempt to halt the elevator or cajole Emily into going to
the basement. When the elevator reached the lobby only a few seconds later, the man
laughed quietly to himself and departed without further incident.
Emily watched him leave – she stood by the elevator unable to move her legs. The
security guard noticed her distress and asked if there was a problem. She blurted out some
nonsense about elevators making her giddy – it was such a long way down from the twentieth
floor. She waited for a couple of minutes before she left the building and took the
underground home.
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