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                My

friend Bob is a strikingly handsome and extremely lucky guy. He works for the

law firm of Cheatem, Steele and Howe, on the 14th floor of the

Redrod building downtown. It was the hot place to be, if you were anyone with

any kind of top-end business. The best of the best were located there, and his

law firm was definitely that.

                The

building also had a modeling and talent agency. 

Middlesex and Moore were well known, and girls flocked to their offices

in droves. Most were turned away. My buddy got wise and often rode the elevator

when he should have been working, making small talk with them as they left and

soon had a treasure trove of girls on the side. One of them he made his

secretary.

                His

bosses were no-nonsense, so getting it on in the office was a solid reason for

termination. But outside the office, his bosses had no jurisdiction. This tidbit

of information sets up what I'm about to tell you.

                We were

at the bar, and he was happily drinking martinis and beaming like a fool. I

knew there was a story, but I figured I'd wait until he was lubed up enough to

tell it. He always needed to tell people his exploits, but he had to be careful

who those people were. If the contents of his black book were to become public,

he'd probably lose his job. But he certainly did love living dangerously.

                "Jack,"

he told me, "you'll never believe what Valerie and I did."

                Valerie

was his secretary, a fine looking minx of a mink if there ever was one. She was

obviously a brunette, but had gone for a body fur bleaching until she looked

nearly like an ermine. She knew how to put on the makeup, and her clothes were

killer. Despite this, the agency had not granted her a job, declaring that they

had no room for her talents at the moment. She had taken the job with Bob because

it kept her close to the talent agency. Now he; he had use for her talents.

                Bob,

like me, was a wolf. Me, I earned my paycheck as a lower level accountant at

Bank-Rupp Financial Services Corp. LTD. I made good money, but not like he did.

And I didn't have the flow of females coming my way either. On the other hand,

I probably wasn't going to die of a heart attack at age fifty. He burned his

candle at both ends. One of these days that wolf was going to pack it in thanks

to his lifestyle.

                "No

Bob, I probably won't."

                His

eyes were a bit blurry. "You know Val, right?"

                "Of

course I know Val. Everyone knows Val. It's hard to miss a gal with an

hourglass figure and legs that don't quit." I tried to sound jealous. It wasn't

hard. I was jealous.

                "She's

got a new fetish."

                I

waited for him to tell me. I guess I had to ask. "So what is it?"

                "I

thought you'd never ask. You know how we met on the elevator? Well, she found

out she gets off riding the damn thing. Don't know if it's the vibrations or what,

but now when she rides it up or down, she gets all hot and wet."

                I felt

my cock beginning to grow. I willed it back into its sheath. I didn't heed to

be dealing with that right now. All I needed to do was think about the mink and

her pink and I'd get a boner. "Do tell"

                "So she

says to me, Bob honey, can you ride the

elevator with me?"

                "I

figure maybe she's going to sneak us in somewhere on another floor. Like take

over a restroom on the fourteenth or something. No, the minute the doors close

she undoes my fly and gets me hard. When the doors opened on the twenty first

floor, she was standing there with her back to me, looking all pretty and

innocent. But in reality, she had nailed herself with my cock. In public. From

the rear."

                "Luckily,

there was no one waiting to get in, but from then on, we rode the elevator wherever

it took us. It wasn't like we could move. I had knotted up inside her, and

until I blew my wad, we were stuck. It was the craziest thing ever. When the

doors would close, I would pound her against the sides like I had rabies or

something. When we heard it stop, we'd resume our position in the corner,

trying to look normal. Thankfully her skirt was slightly longer than normal,

and she had turned it so that the side slit was in back. Except for our close proximity

to each, we looked almost natural.

                I found

that my zipper was straining to keep back my growing erection. Just listening

to his sex was better than what I usually got. "Go on."

                "What's

there to say? For an hour we had to ride up and down. All sorts of people got

on. Some lady and her young daughter were heading to the talent agency, and Val

had the nerve to chat with them on the ride up, giving them pointers. A priest

got on, heading to the charitable group on floor nine.  Business men, clients, the janitor; you name

them and they were probably in there at some point. It was people coming and

going for that whole hour. And not one single person noticed. Finally I had

enough and hit the emergency stop. I banged the hell out of her until she

screamed for mercy. It was the best sex I have ever had, and if it keeps up, I

going to lose my job because of it."

                He then

looked me square in the eye. "So what do you think of that?"

  "Bob, where do I begin? All I can think of to say is that it's wrong on so many levels."