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top floor. The fact that
there had been better qualified applicants for the post was
irrelevant in Emily’s view - a smokescreen that Tessa threw up to
hide her ulterior motive. But Donald insisted, and Emily got the
job – social networking carrying sufficient weight to secure the
appointment – the ‘Old School Tie’ coming into play, even in this
day and age. War with Tessa had been declared from the very first
day: a private war that was professional and backstabbing,
underhand, and at times downright ruthless.
    But would the evil witch organise something like this? Emily couldn’t imagine that Tessa would dare. But
just to be safe, she turned to the man again and quietly stated
that she wasn’t interested in anything he had to offer, and would
he please refrain from speaking to her in such a foul and vulgar
way.
    The man laughed in return, but not in jest. It was a laugh
that sent a shiver through Emily’s bones.
    “Oh you’re interested,” he said very matter-of-factly. “I know
your type, Blondie - a real slut for cock. I bet you service the
boss and most of those other big shots up on the top floor. Part of
the job description for a personal assistant, isn’t it – giving
good head to relieve corporate stress. Good head, good cunt and
good ass as well - perhaps all three at once. Why else did they
hire a dumb blonde like you? But you should help out the ordinary
guys as well. And by God, you’ll help out me! Don’t worry; I’ll
have you begging for it in no time. In fact, why don’t we do it
now?”
    With this, the man leaned forwards and punched the ‘STOP’
button on the wall. The elevator came to a juddering halt between
the 1st and 2nd floors.
    Panic set in anew. Emily was now terrified. She wondered if
the man was actually serious and planned to assault her here in the
elevator. Emily dived into her bag and took out her mobile phone.
She held it out like a knife to fend him off.
    “What are you doing?” Emily asked - her voice kept low as if
afraid to yell out and let the world know of her trouble. “I’m not
interested in having anything to do with you! I suggest you stop
this disgusting talk and start the elevator again. I’ll call
Security... I will! They’ll be waiting at the bottom, so don’t try
anything funny.”
    The man shook his head and laughed at Emily’s threats. Then he
told her of his plan.
    “I’m not going to fuck you in here, you stupid bitch. I was
only joking about that. I want more from you than a quick knee
trembler against the elevator wall. There’s a men’s changing room
down in the basement - really basic with just a shower and a
toilet. Not many people know that it’s there. Most people use the
posh facilities on the ground floor. A few weirdo joggers use it at
lunchtime, but other than that it’s never occupied. Except by me of
course... I’ve screwed lots of women in there. Screwed them and
buggered them which I really enjoy – I absolutely love fucking a
woman up the ass. But I’ve never had anyone with a rump quite like
yours. So come on, Blondie! Drop all the stuck up, butter wouldn’t
melt crap, and take the elevator down to the basement with me. You
can suck my cock and then I’ll bugger you really hard – take you
from behind like a dog, so you’ll know you’re now my bitch. Let’s
do it! You know you want to.”
    The man’s finger hovered over the ‘BASEMENT’ button. He looked
at Emily quizzically. Emily shook her head and quickly reached out
to punch the ‘START’ button, again telling the man that she wasn’t
interested. Emily silently prayed that he would leave it be – that
she would arrive at the lobby safe and sound.
    She did.
    There was no further attempt to halt the elevator or cajole
Emily into going to the basement. When they reached the lobby only
a few seconds later, the man laughed quietly and departed without
further incident.
    Emily watched him leave, striding towards the entrance with
all the macho confidence of