Happy Elevator

Good day, friends. This is my first fantasy that I decided to share with you. It's nice that not everyone just mindlessly watches porn, but also uses their imagination by reading stories like this :) It's good when not just your hand and eyes are working, but your head too ;) Well, please don't judge too harshly, let's go!

"Hooray... Friday... End of the workday... Tired as a dog with all these reports and bullshit. Gotta call Dimarik! Our team is playing tomorrow, right?"

The office. Bustle. Colleagues are gathering their things to go home and discussing weekend plans in passing, while a young, twenty-four-year-old guy was still diligently staring at the monitor. He's aiming for a promotion! In

twenty minutes he finished the last report! "Freedom!" — he thought, putting his hands behind his head. The office was already empty. Turning off the computer, the guy got up from his chair and went to the coat rack where his jacket and helmet were. After getting dressed, he left and locked the door. He needed to give the key to the security guard. On the way to the elevator, he took out his phone and dialed his friend's number.

— Hello, damn it!!! You're pouring it on!!!

— Come on! Vovan, I know it's you! No one else calls me from a hidden number and yells in your voice!

— Heh heh. What are you doing tomorrow?

— What, you wanna ask me out on a date?

— Yeah, you're so beautiful! Especially when you haven't shaved for three weeks! Haaa!!!

— I see your sense of humor still has the same problems? So what did you want?

— Our team decided to lose to someone in football again, wanna watch?

— Well, okay... Who else is with us?

— I haven't called anyone, maybe you could invite that crazy girl and her friend? The four of us can hang out.

— Screw them! Last time they almost killed a waiter at the bar, I'm even ashamed to go there now.

— Then we'll hang out just the two of us. I'll get some beer. Vodka for chasers. And some dried fish, squid.

— Mmm... Squid... So I can laugh over the toilet half the night again? Okay then, tomorrow at what time?

— I think it starts at 2:00 PM, I'll swing by around one. At the bar or at your place?

— Better at my place, I feel weird hanging out at the bar after that incident.

— Okay! Alright, talk later! — Vova pressed the end call button and tossed the phone into his pocket.

The security guard, an old man everyone called Uncle Fedya, was solving a sudoku, sitting at his post by the building exit.

— And you're the last one from your floor as always? — he asked the approaching Vovchik.

— Yeah, Uncle Fedya, as always. Here's the key, where do I need to sign?

— Good job! — Fedor replied, handing over the logbook — There aren't many hardworking ones left. Right here.

— I know — Vova answered with a smile — I know... — he signed and handed the logbook back — Well, see you Monday?

— See you Tuesday, Vova! Monday's not my shift.

— Oh yeah! Right! Okay, I'm off!

In response, the guard just nodded and continued filling numbers into the squares.

Outside, as usual, everyone's rushing somewhere... Vova took his gloves from the inner pockets and headed towards the parking lot. Two minutes later he was already sitting on his six-hundred-cc sportbike. Put on his helmet, pressed the starter button, engaged first gear, and like in all the cool movies, with a bit of wheelspin, he took off. The evening promised to be fun. Those who don't know what a motorcycle is won't understand why, despite the insane danger, there are more and more bikers. It's an incomparable feeling of speed. When you're lane-splitting so fast it's like everything around you is standing still, you don't think about anything except your own life. And there are no problems. There's just the road, two wheels, and you... It's better than an orgasm... I got a bit sidetracked)

Morning. Saturday. A one-bedroom apartment not far from the city center offered a decent view from the window. Vova woke up from the ear-piercing roar of engines coming from the street. "Need to install plastic windows" — flashed through his mind. After tossing and turning a bit in bed, he sat on the edge and slipped on his slippers. Nothing unusual in the room. A wardrobe for clothes right against the wall opposite the bed, an archway to the left leading to the hallway, a desk to the right with a laptop downloading games from the internet again. In another corner, a TV stand with the TV, which as usual had been on since last night... To the left of the bed, a black Honda... Well, as I said. Nothing unusual...

It was 11 o'clock. Just enough time to eat and get ready to go to Dima's. Would have to walk, couldn't leave his motorcycle in Dima's yard. Cooked some pelmeni, went online. The weather forecast wasn't encouraging. "Need to dress warmer..." Pulled on pants, a t-shirt. A hoodie on top. Sneakers. Ready! Not a long walk, about 25 minutes. And after stopping by a store on the way, he entered Dima's courtyard.

Dima lived in a 9-story building, old construction. This area used to be considered the city center too. Well, at least there's an elevator in this building, that's good. A cramped, small, and constantly jerking elevator. You can't even jump in there, even sneezing is scary. Dima himself prefers to walk, and in winter he even jumped from his 7th floor into a snowdrift. Until he broke his leg... (Continuing from first person)

Coming around the corner, I saw a girl standing at Dima's entrance. She was waiting for someone to answer the intercom. I sped up to get in right after her. From the back, she was an unremarkable girl, average height. A light black hat, a coat down to her knees, also black, and jeans below the knees) The door opened for her, she slipped inside so quickly I barely managed to stick my hand into the closing door gap. Pushing the door open with a bit of effort, I entered the hallway and followed her to the elevator. She pressed the call button, sounds of mechanisms echoed in the shaft. You could hear the cab descending. Half a minute later, the doors slid open in front of us. The cramped cab stood gloomily before our eyes... Well, this is... half a square centimeter... The girl went in first and turned around. Dark boots, seemed like winter ones, jeans that looked the same front and back, but looking closer you could give a solid five for the gracefulness of her legs. A coat with big buttons, not hiding her slender

— What floor for you?

— Fifth. — a pleasant little voice replied. Mmmm...

— Hey, what's up? — I muttered.

Taking my phone from my pocket, I turned on the backlight and aimed it at the defenseless little body. Seemed she had fainted... Quickly figuring out what to do, I took the bottle of vodka from the bag and opened it. Taking a swig myself, I slightly dampened my sleeve and brought it to her nose. No reaction. After waving my hand near her nose for another couple of seconds, it became clear this wouldn't help. Well, what to do? Took first aid in school in OBZH! Lessons started flashing in my head, aha! Remembered. But then I noticed she opened her eyes.

Phew... Dodged a bullet.

— Are we stuck? — she asked surprisingly calmly. I was even taken aback!

— Ummm... Yes. — and she remained lying there without moving. Awkward pause... Had to help somehow.

— Let me help you sit up, it's not good to lie on the cold floor. — taking her right hand, which she offered in response, I pulled. After managing to sit up, she grabbed her head. Must have hit it when she fell... So, what to do... Her head hurts, what if it's a concussion? Should find out...

— Does it hurt a lot?

— No, just kind of pressing on my temples.

— Ah, that'll pass. — I started taking off my hoodie. After taking it off, I caught her questioning look, but the silent question disappeared immediately when I folded the hoodie and placed it next to her.

— Move over, don't freeze yourself... It's fine...

— Nooo, what are you doing! You'll freeze! Put it back on!

— Okay! Don't argue! I won't freeze, move over, or I'll... — And then I suddenly realized, or what? Another small pause...

— Or what?

— Get angry and won't give you any beer! There! — Well... With improvisation like that, I should only perform in Comedy...

— Okay okay... He won't give me beer! — She moved over. Well... What next? Next is better, we're alone in the elevator, no light, though our eyes were starting to adjust to the dark, but still not great. Need to call Dima... A dirty thought popped into my head. Nah, better send a message first.

— Want some squid? — I asked politely.

— Only with beer.

— Isn't it a bit early for you to drink beer?

— Why are all you adults so boring?

— Why boring?

— Because my parents nag me every day about how I'm still a minor.

— Strict parents?

— Tolerable.

I started typing a message. "Diman, we're stuck in the elevator with some girl, basically I'll be stuck here with her for a couple more hours, you get it. Gonna call now. Play along."

While typing the message, I noticed she was texting someone too. I dialed Dima's number.

— Hey Dima. We're stuck in the elevator in your building, call those elevator guys.

— On what floor? Maybe I can open the doors?

— Around the second or third. Go out and press the buttons, maybe it'll move.

— Aha, okay. — Dima's voice responded from the speaker and the call ended. The pause wasn't long. My fellow sufferer also called someone.

— Hey, Natash. We're stuck in the elevator here at your place. If my parents call, tell them I'm at your place, or they'll ream me out completely.

— Who are you stuck with? — a voice flew out of the speaker.

— Like I'd tell you everything. — she replied and hung up. A voice came from above somewhere:

— Vovan!

— Yo!

— You guys alive down there?

— Yeah, just don't wanna yell, the girl has a headache from the fall.

— Got it. Well, I'll call the service, get an elevator tech. Need a pill?

— How would you pass it?

— By the power of thought, damn it! Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back. — Pause, quiet laughter came from the right.

— Comedian, damn it! — footsteps were heard in the hallway. The girl removed her hand from her mouth, which as I expected, adorned her face with an awesome smile and said:

— You guys are funny)

— What's your name?

— Vika

— I'm Vova. Nice to meet you — I extended my hand to her

— Likewise. — She replied, doing the same.

— Were you going to your friend's?

— Yeah, just didn't make it.

— I see. Didn't make it myself.

— Yeah. What a story... — I sat down opposite her. She was sitting cross-legged. My gaze automatically went to her crotch, which unfortunately was covered by jeans. I shifted my gaze to her face and realized she had noticed where I just looked.

— Do you smoke? — she asked.

— No.

— Me neither. Stupid habit, can't get my parents to quit.

— Yeah, it's a real plague. So many people poison themselves with that smoke...

— Yeah. My older sister's husband smokes like a chimney!

— Well, how about a beer to celebrate meeting?

— Sure. A little is okay. — I opened the bag and took out two bottles of dark, still cold beer. Unscrewed the cap, handed it to her.

— Thanks. — Unscrewed the second cap and took a couple of sips myself. A sound came from above.

— Vovan!

— Yo!

— I'd answer in rhyme but there are kids coming from school. Gonna try to pry the door open a bit, catch the pill. — a tense struggle ensued. To make it more fun, I started commentating like in boxing.

— Only today and right before your eyes, an incredible battle will take place! Dimaaaaaaan, versus, the dooooooooor!!!!! — Vika snorted beer.

— Damn it Vovan, you're annoying! Don't make me laugh! — Dima replied from above with a chuckle and a grunt in his voice. Vika's laughter filled the elevator. From behind the doors came the voice again, strained to the limit. Like a sumo wrestler trying to take a dump, and out of habit...

— Gyyyyyyyyy...... Damn it.... — wild laughter in the cab. — Baaaaaa.... — Dima grunted, relaxing. — I put... — The laughter got even louder — a spreader in there... Now help me pry open the elevator doors themselves.

— Let's go! One! Two! — Now two pooping sumo wrestlers... Opened the door a crack. Dima stuck something like a crowbar into the gap and the door couldn't close anymore. From the elevator roof to the 3rd floor floor was about 15 centimeters. Too little to climb out. So the gap from below is bigger... Aha. Dima's head appeared in the crack. Vika was still rocking side to side from laughter. You just had to hear those sounds...

— Are you guys drinking down there or what?

— Well, what else is there to do?

— Here's the pill. And also, that service said the technicians won't be free for another two hours. And we shouldn't try to open the doors ourselves.

— Great — I replied with a note of sarcasm, but also with a feeling of an approaching event.

— Okay, leave the doors like this?

— No, it'll be drafty, we'll freeze. — Looked questioningly at the barely calmed-down Vika. She nodded, as if to say right.__