In the Lift - Peta

“I’ve seen you before. You work for Beau Whitehead right?”

God, I remember this obnoxious dickhead from the staff Christmas party. Justine thought.

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“A guess. Your uber trendy clothes are a give away. Everyone in that office wears designer shit. My mate Jacko works there.”

“Well it’s advertising. It’s part of the package, it’s expected.”

“Brownie.” He said extending his hand.

“Justine.” His hand was unpleasantly clammy.

It had only been a couple of minutes since the lift jolted to a halt, but the air was already thickening with their breath and Brownie’s body odour. Justine was feeling nauseous. She hated small spaces and Brownie made her uncomfortable. She could feel her armpits moistening. That was all she needed, sweat marks on her Donna Karan.

“So what about you? Where do you work?” Small talk at least would take her mind off the situation. She seemed to recall he was some sort of courier.

“ASX. Just delivering paperwork to a client. My luck the bloody lift breaks down. But hey it could be worse right? Here I am stuck with you and you have my undivided attention.” A rakish sneer crossed Brownie’s acne scarred face.

Oh please, Justine thought. More of this and I really will throw up.

“May be we should try the emergency phone.” Justine stretched towards the handset.

“Waste of time.” Brownie said as he moved between her and the control panel. “The lifts are monitored 24 7. They know we’re here. It won’t speed things up.”

“Sure but they don’t know who’s in here, do they? My boss will be shitted with me for not getting back from lunch.”

“Come on. You advertising types are lunch alots, he won’t even know you’re missing for a couple of hours.”

“God, you don’t think we’ll be in here that long do you?”

He was beginning to creep her out. His eyes seemed permanently transfixed on her breasts. They were impressive of course and she used them to maximum effect but this was definitely one time she wished she’d gone for the higher neckline. She remembered now how he’d leered at all the girls at the party. He’d had way too much to drink and staggered around spilling his beers down any blouse he could get near. He thought it was hilarious. No one else was impressed except his stupid mate. Also a dickhead.

“Relax.” He moved closer and touched her arm. Her skin reacted immediately, prickling against unwanted advance.

“Piss off.” Justine hissed.

With that he slammed his body into her, shoving her back into the corner, her arms pinned to her side. His foul breath cascaded over her face as he groped her with his free hand, moving up her leg and under her mini dress. He fingered the lacy top of her g string. Her chest heaved against the weight of him, as she retched involuntarily.

“Get off me now.” Justine was verging on hysteria. She felt faint yet ready to explode at the same time. She could barely breathe. Justine was acutely aware of his arousal as Brownie pressed harder against her. The tears started, hot and heavy, searing as they rolled down her flushed cheeks.

The lift shifted slightly and Brownie pulled back in surprise and confusion. It was only a moment but all she needed. Justine rammed her knee into his groin. Brownie folded in pain. Only then did Justine notice the key in the control panel turned to STOP.

“You bastard” she yelled kicking Brownie in the ribs with her pointed Jimmy Choo. “How dare you!”

As she flicked the key to GO, Brownie grabbed her ankle and the lift lurched into action. Within seconds the lift doors opened at level 11 and Justine tumbled out into the reception foyer leaving Brownie writhing in pain.