07-12-2021, 03:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-12-2021, 05:14 PM by ddey333. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Sex In Elevator
He found himself dashing across the hotel lobby, his toolbox banging against one leg, as he raced to make the elevator before it closed. He had to stick his arm in to keep it from closing, and he managed to slide in, with a sigh of relief. It only took a few seconds for Rich to realize that he was not alone in the elevator.
He looked behind him and noticed a beautiful, ravishing blonde-haired woman standing against the back wall of the elevator, wearing an expensive business outfit, holding a leather tote-bag in front of her. She looked extremely young - no more than 21, if even that
"What are you looking at?" the woman blurted out in a snotty tone, glancing meanly at the man.
"Uhh... nothing," Rich replied, turning his head the other way. What a beautiful woman, he said to himself. But if her initial voice was any indication of her personality, Rich figured, she was not the type of woman to pursue. Never before had someone sounded so conceited. As the elevator began to ascend, something popped up in Rich's mind.
That lady looked familiar to him. Wait a minute! There was a reason she looked familiar to him. In fact, he knew who she was!
"You're Candice Baker!" Rich exclaimed, spinning around and looking at the woman in disbelief.
She gave an exasperated look and then shrugged her shoulders. "So?"
Rich ripped open his tool box, searching for a piece of paper and a pen. "Wow! This is incredible! Can I have your autograph?
Wow! My little brother just loves you!" The blonde took in a deep breath, then spoke in a very demeaning tone. "Look, I DON'T do autographs." Rich stopped, looking up at her with a stunned expression. She was much different than what he had previously envisioned her as... To anyone who owned a television, 19-year-old Candice Baker was a superstar. She was the marquee name on OCEAN VIEW, a network program which always ranked high in the weekly television ratings. People knew her as Theresa Manning , the sexy and flirtatious maid of a little motel situated on the California coast. Before she landed this role, Candice had made her mark in the entertainment community as a fashion model. She had two calendars out, plus a workout video and even a commercial for a mascara company. At 19, she literally had the world at her feet.
"You don't do autographs?" the repairman asked, crestfallen.
"All I ask for is one... that's all. My little brother, he has your calendar up on his wall and he watches your show every single week. He just loves you more than any other..." "LOOK," Candice repeated, now in
a firm tone, "I DON'T do autographs for ANYONE. I could care less about your worthless little brother."
He found himself dashing across the hotel lobby, his toolbox banging against one leg, as he raced to make the elevator before it closed. He had to stick his arm in to keep it from closing, and he managed to slide in, with a sigh of relief. It only took a few seconds for Rich to realize that he was not alone in the elevator.
He looked behind him and noticed a beautiful, ravishing blonde-haired woman standing against the back wall of the elevator, wearing an expensive business outfit, holding a leather tote-bag in front of her. She looked extremely young - no more than 21, if even that
"What are you looking at?" the woman blurted out in a snotty tone, glancing meanly at the man.
"Uhh... nothing," Rich replied, turning his head the other way. What a beautiful woman, he said to himself. But if her initial voice was any indication of her personality, Rich figured, she was not the type of woman to pursue. Never before had someone sounded so conceited. As the elevator began to ascend, something popped up in Rich's mind.
That lady looked familiar to him. Wait a minute! There was a reason she looked familiar to him. In fact, he knew who she was!
"You're Candice Baker!" Rich exclaimed, spinning around and looking at the woman in disbelief.
She gave an exasperated look and then shrugged her shoulders. "So?"
Rich ripped open his tool box, searching for a piece of paper and a pen. "Wow! This is incredible! Can I have your autograph?
Wow! My little brother just loves you!" The blonde took in a deep breath, then spoke in a very demeaning tone. "Look, I DON'T do autographs." Rich stopped, looking up at her with a stunned expression. She was much different than what he had previously envisioned her as... To anyone who owned a television, 19-year-old Candice Baker was a superstar. She was the marquee name on OCEAN VIEW, a network program which always ranked high in the weekly television ratings. People knew her as Theresa Manning , the sexy and flirtatious maid of a little motel situated on the California coast. Before she landed this role, Candice had made her mark in the entertainment community as a fashion model. She had two calendars out, plus a workout video and even a commercial for a mascara company. At 19, she literally had the world at her feet.
"You don't do autographs?" the repairman asked, crestfallen.
"All I ask for is one... that's all. My little brother, he has your calendar up on his wall and he watches your show every single week. He just loves you more than any other..." "LOOK," Candice repeated, now in
a firm tone, "I DON'T do autographs for ANYONE. I could care less about your worthless little brother."
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