Anytime someone needed something, the men in the office took their time to walk by her area, in the hopes of a glimpse of her great legs. She had developed a reputation as being a "classy bitch," as she would not date any of the men in the office, and her personality was standoffish. She had many friends outside of the office, and she preferred to keep her social life separate from her professional life.

On Wednesday morning she had to run to one of the other floors in the building to pick up some files. As the elevator doors opened, she saw a young boy standing there in jeans and a T-shirt, and she stepped in and pressed the button for her floor. She nodded at the boy and then directed her attention to the files in her hands, mentally reviewing the work that she had to do in her head as the elevator whisked through the floors.

The boy smiled at her, and stepped back and away from her. He noticed her beauty immediately, and he took in the amazing perfume that radiated from her body. She was a tall woman, her breasts very obvious under her blouse, and she reeked of money. He could practically smell the money through her perfume, and he quietly checked her over as the elevator moved quietly.

Carrie was suddenly jolted from her thoughts as the elevator came to a crashing stop. "Ooohhh!!" she cried out as she was thrown to the floor, one of her high heels snapping off and her papers flying everywhere. She put out her hands to brace her fall, and she ended up with some slight bruises and scrapes. The lights went out in the elevator, and she was filled with fright, scared that she may die trapped in the elevator. Only after she sat up did she remember the boy who was with her.

"Are you OK? Are you there?" she cried out in the dark, the pain and fear rushing through her body. She tried to assess the situation, but with no light it was difficult. The boy finally responded, and he slowly moved over to where he head heard her voice.

"I'm OK I think, how are you?" They did their best to remain calm in the dark, both of them worried that the elevator may fall at any second. They huddled quietly and alone as they sat in the darkness, both of them too scared to move an inch.

After a minute of silence, the emergency light popped on, filling the elevator with dim light. Carrie sat up and leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath. She was still afraid, as she huddled against the wall and she took a second to take stock of herself. Any calm or professionalism that she had tried to maintain quickly evaporated as she looked around

"Well that's great," she muttered aloud as she noticed the broken heel and the rip in her panty hose. She did her best to compose herself and think of a solution when the elevator shifted again, falling slightly and causing her and the boy to both to scream out in terror. Tears were streaming down her face as she wrapped her arms around her knees, her breasts pressing against her thighs. Again, she looked over at the terrified boy in the corner, and she did her best to try and help him. Surprisingly, he appeared to be calm and accepting of the situation......(cont)