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Thursday.When you’re the IT designer for all building systems, entrance and security doors, security cams, the HVAC plant, and the electrical grid, you know how to turn things on and off. Ted had shut off one of the main elevators, leaving just one to carry the five hundred or so employees working for the ten different companies in the building. The elevator was constantly packed to capacity, and people had to wait around on every floor to ride. Ted knew that Giselle would arrive for work sometime between seven-fifty and eight. He waited by the security desk, chatting with a guard. He saw her immediately when she came in the entrance from the street. She was dressed in one of her suits, the skirt just long enough to be seen beneath her jacket. A see-through blouse opened to just below her cleavage was visible under the unbuttoned jacket. Giselle had fully embraced her new wardrobe changes and was dressing for her new role as an executive fuck toy. Ted waited until she was close to boarding the elevator then got behind his protégé. A few people got off the car, which was going down. Giselle decided to get on anyway and Ted followed closely after. A few more people squeezed in behind and they were caught in the crush.The elevator doors closed, and Ted started to maneuver the brunette manager to the back of the car. Today he would really test her. Giselle gave no notice that she was being shoved into a corner, then suddenly he had her there. He wrapped his arm around her waist and said, “Whoa, aren’t you the one they’re all talking about?” *************The man behind her had pushed Giselle into the corner farthest from the door, his strong insistent arm wrapped around her waist. He leaned his head to her ear and spoke softly, “Whoa, aren’t you the one they’re all talking about? That’s right, you’re the one flashing your pussy all over the building. It’s my lucky day.”Their bodies were in close contact, she could feel his leg as he drew it around to trap hers. She couldn’t move away, the elevators walls pinned her in; she was helpless and unable to stop him from doing whatever he wanted. Her pulse started to race; her face felt flushed. Her arms were pressed at her sides; it was all she could do to hold onto her purse and valise. His arm reached around the other side and into her jacket, in a second it was thru the opening in her blouse. Then his fingers were stroking her breast and she gasped. “Ooh, oh. Wow. Yes,” she whispered.“No bra, oh yeah. It’s you alright. Great tits, honey. Now stay still, don’t speak,” the man whispered to her. “Did you forget to wear a panty today too? Let’s have a look.” With that her skirt was yanked up, then she felt his other hand on her ass. He slid it back down her cheeks slowly pulling a finger along between them. A jolt of erotic energy bolted through her crotch; it was turning her on. Giselle moaned and pushed back into his hand.“You really like this, don’t you? I think I’ll just keep playing with you. Oh, was that your floor?” he went on.The car Ankara bayan escort had already closed after letting some people out on the third floor, but her captor kept Giselle from escaping. He was intent on taking advantage of her, and she didn’t feel like stopping him. The hand on her ass moved downward; his leg pulled hers further apart, giving him more access to her hot box. Then his finger was probing her labia, easing its way into her vajayjay. “Oh, God. Mm, yes,” she whispered. Her coach Tom was so stingy yesterday and kept her from orgasming; she wanted to let this happen. She wanted his hands on her; wanted him to do whatever he felt like doing to her body. The warmth of his touch on her bare skin had her tingling all over. His cologne is familiar, she thought suddenly. What was it?“Not so loud, shh. You know you want this.” His hand finally discovered the string of her thong panty nestled in her folds. “What’s this, buried treasure? Why wear a panty that doesn’t cover that hot pussy?”“Don’t let it get in the way,” she murmured and remembered Tom’s expectations: Be prepared to surrender your panty when necessary.”I think I’ll take it off you and keep it for a souvenir.”Almost instinctively, Giselle rocked her hips back into his him; abruptly, his hand left her breast and moved down to her exposed pussy. He wrapped two fingers around the tiny string and yanked up. The sudden pressure on her clit jolted her pussy; she gasped then felt his strong hands rip it apart and pull it off.He had tenderly violated and wonderfully aroused her. “What are you doing?” she said in a whisper. “Wait!” “Now stay put and get yourself straightened out. Don’t turn away from the wall, don’t try to look for me,” then his hands were gone, and she was freed. She felt him move away. Obediently, she kept her eyes on the wall while she tugged her skirt back down. She was very excited; her breasts burned with desire for his hands. Her pussy was damp from his ministrations. She wished he’d had the time to slide his cock in her, even for a moment. Don’t leave me like this, she thought.When she looked up, the car had started to descend from the sixth floor, the one he’d exited on. The IT company offices were on the sixth; was he her IT stalker/lover? She finally got off the elevator at her floor and headed straight for the Ladies’ room. While she checked herself in the mirror, a thought burst into her head: I don’t have a panty to leave for Tom. He’s not going to be pleased. **************Between the fifth and sixth floors, Ted freed Giselle and made for the elevator door. He had warned her not to look away from the wall and hoped it would be enough. It was risky since she might have gotten a look at him; two of the elevator walls were mirrors. She’d certainly heard his voice, but that wouldn’t be an issue for now.Standing back in his office, he immediately keyed up the building facilities program and then the elevator controls. With a few keystrokes, he sent the elevator Escort bayan Ankara with Giselle on it back to the third floor. Then he unlocked the controls for the building’s other public elevator. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the torn panty he’d taken from Giselle. She needed to be pulled from the comfort zone, he reminded himself. Yesterday, with the remote vibe he’d aroused her sexually, then left her without satisfaction. She had actually waited around in her office after work ended to see if he would finish the job. He’d successfully created a compelling desire in her for sexual gratification, regardless of how she might achieve it. Today he’d needed to see how she handled an adverse violation of her body, so he took a more hands-on approach. ************Slumped back against the outer office door, Giselle looked over her staff. Just moments ago, a total stranger had squeezed her into the corner of a crowded elevator and pulled her panty off. With her valise clutched to her chest, she stalked to her office, ignoring everyone, then straight to her desk chair and sat down. When the stranger had made his intentions known by pulling her skirt up, he’d immediately switched on all the unfulfilled promises of orgasmic release she’d been denied yesterday. If it could have gone another minute if he hadn’t rushed out of the elevator, would she have let him fill her perpetually horny hot box?There’d been no e-mail from Tom that morning. He’d had sex with her all day yesterday. Now he wouldn’t even call her. She wanted to make a sign with that message and display it for his cams. That afternoon Heather and Hannah, the lesbian senior editors invaded her office for a one on one with the boss. Heather stood six feet one in red flat pumps: a tall Nordic blonde with blue eyes and a great rack. Her well-muscled body was clothed in tight capri pants and a bright purple satin top.Her counterpart, Hannah, was the opposite, a petite brunette with small boobs. Black hair in a pixie cut framed a face with bright green eyes and apple cheeks. She wore white t-shirts, and loose men’s jeans slung low on her ass with her thong back showing above the waist. Her black Bass penny loafers were well worn but carefully and freshly shined. Giselle started to stand at the sudden interruption, then just swung her chair in their direction, “Hannah, Heather, why don’t you come right in?”Hannah, the more outspoken of the two, spoke up, “You say you have an open-door policy, right?”“Of course, so why do my two most senior editors need to see me?”“We noticed you called the rest of the women in for a private meeting, we thought it was our turn. What’s going on? Aren’t we in the loop, I mean since we’re your top people?” “There were concerns with them I needed to address. Their conversations with me are privileged and private. Really, there’s nothing.”“Heather, grab her and stand her up on the footstool,” Hannah said and kicked it over to the middle of the office. Bayan escort Ankara The blonde gripped Giselle tightly by the arms, picked her up, and lifted her onto it.The boss wavered unsteadily on her high-heeled pumps. “Wait, damn it Hannah, put me down.”“Don’t try to order her around, Giselle. That’s my job.” Hannah took a flowered scarf from around Heather’s neck and used it to tie Giselle’s arms behind her back. “There – isn’t that nice. All wrapped up with a bow.“”Oh my God, Hannah! This is crazy, what the hell are two up to?” Giselle yelled at them. “Stop this now.”“Heather, pull her skirt up. I want to see something.”The blonde grabbed the skirt and yanked it upward baring the boss’ bottom and shaved slit. “Heather, no. Damn it. What are you up to Hannah? Stop her.” Giselle protested, but due to her precarious perch, she refrained from moving.Panty-less. Not even a little thong today? Heather’s been very excited about what you wear lately. Right blondie?”“Right. It’s very sexy boss,” Heather said.“What?” Giselle exclaimed. “Let me down from here, now. This is wrong, you can’t just come in here intimidating me.”“Actually, we saw you and Denise doing this yesterday; it looked like fun. Heather, look what I found on her bookshelf!” Hannah picked up Giselle’s dildo vibrator and held it out. “Should I let her play with you, Giselle? Heather told me after the meeting yesterday, she’d like to use her toys on you. Right blondie?” Hannah said.“Right, Hannah.” “Please Heather, Hannah. Enough, you want some answers, let me pull my skirt down and get down from here, please. And no toys.” “I thought you didn’t mind flashing your snatch around the office,” Hannah remarked. “Think of that as your soapbox Giselle, talk. Because Heather wouldn’t mind stripping you naked right now, would you Heather?”“I would love that, boss,” Heather said.“Look. It’s not very steady up here. If I fall,” Giselle informed them, unsure of who Heather was calling boss.“I’ll catch you,” Heather replied quickly.“All right. Jesus. I guess you don’t believe me about the new employee wardrobe changes; it’s a little much I suppose. They were actually suggested to me because I’m a manager.”“Heather, strip her skirt all the way off.”Frustrated, Giselle squirmed around to try and hold onto the short skirt. Heather’s quick hands got it unzipped, and the garment fell to her feet leaving her completely bottomless. Giselle had no choice except to cooperate when Hannah lifted her feet one at a time and took it away.“I asked around. Nobody else knows anything about your wardrobe changes, except in this department,” Hannah went on and watched as the boss teetered half-dressed on a pedestal in her own office.“Enough. I’m doing a project with a Senior Executive group, they contacted me Monday night. Will you please let me down now?”“Heather, help her down. You want this back?” Hannah said holding out the skirt.“Please,” Giselle said and snatched at it only to have Hannah whip it away.“Keep talking. What’s the project? A nude calendar? Pussy peek of the month?”“No, it’s a lateral move and a substantial increase in wages. I’d have had to tell you soon anyway since I’ll be giving up this position. May I please have my skirt?”“For what it covers, you might as well not wear it. Here.”“So, are you satisfied?” Giselle said and kicked off her shoes, then stepped into her skirt and zipped it up.
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