Posted by Bee on January 27, 2000 at 05:59
I was late that morning. This is not an uncommon situation; I’m always very tired in the mornings and prefer to stay in bed to the very last moment. I rushed into the building and jumped into the elevator as the doors closed. It’s a huge building, and I work on the twenty-something floor, so I had time to catch my breath before arriving. Which is a good thing.
I wasn’t alone in the elevator, a handsome man, about my own age, was in there with me. He was rather tall, blond, smartly dressed in a light grey three-piece suit. He looked slightly distressed, so I decided that he, too, was late for work, and tried to start a conversation on the subject. He smiled briefly and said something about, no, he had been there for hours, he was just popping up to pick something up before he went out. This didn’t make much sense, but he was really cute, so I just smiled.
And then the elevator stopped.
For a moment I didn’t know what to do, or what to say, and the man looked just as stunned. Then he took one long step past me to the panel and hit the alarm-button.
‘Shit. I don’t need this right now! Do you have a phone?’ Nope. ‘Shit. Damn. Bollocks. Hell…’ He went on cursing for a while, and I watched him. I was obviously missing something here. Could it be? Could he be? Yes, he had to be, I decided, as he kept pacing the elevator like a caged animal. Oh, please, take your time, I prayed to anyone on their way to rescue us. I wanted to watch this for a minute.
‘Oh Christ! I’m sorry, miss, but I was only going upstairs for a moment, you see, I really don’t have time for this, important meetings, you know?’ I said, yes, I understand. And indeed I did. He was bursting for a piss. He stopped and put his hand in his pocket, than started pacing again. He stopped again, but couldn’t stand still. No rush, I thought, we are doing fine in here.
‘This can’t be true, this is not happening to me. Not today!’ He was muttering between his teethe, and I tried to make myself as small and unimportant as possible in the corner. I wanted him to forget about me, and concentrate on his urge. Which was demanding enough, that was clear. We had been stuck for almost half an hour now, and he was still pacing, both hands deep in his pockets now, stopping every now and then with his back towards me, then pacing again.
He lost it quite suddenly; I didn’t expect it to be so quick. One moment he was pacing and cursing, the next he just froze. His hands were still in his pockets; he had just turned again and was facing me. His face went blank, and my eyes found their way down to the critical area. I could see nothing, though the cloth was light grey. Maybe not yet, then. But as I watched a small, very dark spot became visible, a bit higher up than I had been expecting. It grew fast, spreading in every direction at first, then down his right leg. Soon I could see a small piss-fountain in the middle of the stain, I could smell the strong scent, piss poured down his left leg too by now, forming a puddle on the floor between his (probably) very expensive shoes. I sneaked a look at his face. His eyes were closed and a small, relieved smile hid in the corned of his mouth.
I went over to him, carefully put my hand on his wet chrotch and whispered:
'Very well done, James, very well. You deserve a reward. I need a new assistant, as you well know, since Steven is leaving.'
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