Elevator Music Can Cure All Tensions

The four of us waited patiently as the elevator slowly took us up to the top floor of the building, letting the elevator music calm us down from the recent fiasco that nearly almost happened.

I was awkwardly in between both Parkins and Stacy as I waited, and I couldn’t help but let my eyes gaze between the both of them.

Looking over Parkins again, It was probably wrong to assume that Parkins was the only girl with a normal looking body I’ve seen so far. Her body, while not as exaggerated as the nurses in the hospital or the hotel clerk, still had this artificial feeling to it. I wasn’t quite sure if I could put my finger on it, but...

Then I went over to study Stacy’s body, and I had to wonder if hers isn’t artificial either. The bustiest boobs I’ve ever seen in real life, the bounciest booty from behind, the perfect waist size to make the body curve like an hourglass.

I mean, it’s probably mega-rude to assume both of these girls did implants... but I still couldn’t help but wonder if they did.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with them if they did decide to do implant! Their bodies, their choice, and I respected their right to modify their bodies however they want if that was what they truly wanted.

Assuming that they got implants, of course. There’s the equally highly chance that they’ve just been born with perfect bodies their entire lives.

I wonder if Stacy knows that she has a killer pornstar body? I mean, she had to know, right? She probably gets hit on by a bunch of guys all the time. Seriously, just look at her! If her naked body was the first thing I saw when I had my first nudie magazine, I’d probably die from dehydration. There’s no possible way she wasn’t aware of it.

That raises the question though... Was everyone in the future like this? From what I’ve seen, almost every single girl had a pornstar body. That can’t be explained with genetics only. It’s only been seven years after all.

Should I ask? Would that be too weird of a topic though? Hm...

“I wonder what you’re staring so intently at?” I heard Stacy comment.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked up to see Stacy giving a coy smile as she crossed her arms to cover her breasts. After realizing that I’ve been spending the last few minutes ogling her tits like a perverted nutter, I looked away with a blush and stammered, “S-Sorry! I swear I wasn’t looking at you like that! Honest!” Then I realized how rude that sounded, and stammered, “I mean, not that don’t think you’re attractive or anything- you’re actually really good looking- I mean I just couldn’t help but let my gaze wonder and- I don’t mean any disrespect to you- I just thought your tits were bigger than other girls I know and- SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE ME SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

Stacy covered her mouth as she began to wholeheartedly laugh at my embarrassment, making me sink down to my knees so that I could hide my face.

God, kill me now.

“Hehe, I’m sorry John!” Stacy continued to giggle to herself, “I didn’t mean to get you embarrassed. I know you can’t help it. I just wanted to tease you. Please stand up and calm down.”

I stood back up, but I couldn’t find the courage to look at her anymore, doing my best to direct my gaze literally anywhere else.

Stacy gently laid a hand on my shoulder, making me flinch slightly, and calmly told me, “There’s no need to be embarrassed. I know you didn’t mean any offense. If it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty flattered by the attention.”

I covered my face in the palm of my head, trying to will this embarrassment away. God, this was so awkward. It’s not like I was trying to perv on her on purpose! It was just... distracting, and really hard to look away once I took notice.

“C’mon, John. There’s no need to be like that.” Stacy tried to calm me down, “Why are you still so nervous and embarrassed?”

“Sorry, I’m just... not used to... well, I dunno.” I mumbled awkwardly.

“Well, how about this? You have my full permission to stare all you want. So you can stop feeling guilty whenever you want to ogle at me.” She offered.

Wait, what? For real?

Shit, I don’t know how to react to that.

It still felt like she was teasing me or trying to coax a reaction out of me or something...

“T-That’s really not necessary. You don’t have to-“ I tried to wave away her offer, but she interrupted me.

“It’s fine! Seriously, I don’t mind. I already aware of how my body attracts attention sometimes, so I’m already used to it. Especially from you, John.” She explained calmly.

Especially from me? The hell does that mean? Do I make it a habit to peer at her tits all the time, to the point where Stacy just stopped caring?

“Honestly, that just makes me sound like I’m always constantly perving on you.” I commented. “Which kind of makes it sound creepy.”

“Oh? So you’re saying it feels creepy whenever you stare at my body?” Stacy asked with a faux-innocence. “I didn’t realize you found me so repulsive.”

“I... I don’t- I-I- What?” I mumbled idiotically.

Is she teasing me? Am I being teased right now? Years of hanging out with my sister has not prepared me for this undiscovered side of a girl.

She sighed playfully, and raised her hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay, I’ll tone it down for now. I can see I’m making you unnecessarily uncomfortable, and I didn’t mean to do that.” After adjusting her glasses, she put her hands in her coat pockets and told me, “But I was being honest when I told you that I wouldn’t mind if you stared. So don’t feel guilty or embarrassed anymore, okay?”

...

Gah, I don’t know how girls work sometimes.

Still, she did offer. I guess it would also be pretty rude to avoid looking at her for the entire night just because she happened to catch me staring at her breasts for a brief moment.

I hesitantly turned back to look her, seeing her gently smile at me. She had already let her hands down and stopped covering herself, making it easier for me to really take in her image all at once.

I briefly looked down to look at her body, taking the moment to admire it, before looking back up and scratching my head. “You, uh... you probably have a lot of male admirers, don’t you?”

“Because of the giant breasts?” She asked unashamedly, then shrugged, “Eh. I won’t lie, it probably plays a major role in grabbing people’s eyes.”

“Well- I mean-“ I awkwardly argued, “Sure, they probably do, but if not because of them, then it’s definitely the brilliant mind that gets grabs most guys hearts.”

She giggled, “Aw, that’s sweet of you to say.”

The awkwardness from earlier seemed to dissipate as I found it easier to begin talking with the doctor.

“I’m assuming you’re already in a relationship with someone, right? Another doctor or scientist?” I asked curiously.

“Actually, no. I’m still single.” She corrected me, much to my surprise.

I blanched back, “Wait, seriously? But you’re so... smart and pretty! Guys should be lining up your front door trying to woo you!”

She gave a shy smile at that, readjusting her glasses as she explained, “It’s mostly from a lack of wanting a relationship. I usually refuse any advances, since it might take up precious time that I could be spending doing more research or doing plastic surgery.” With a proud expression, she told me, “I’d rather dedicated as much time as I can in helping my mentor finding the next breakthrough in medical science. A boyfriend would just distract me from that.”

I nodded understandingly, “Ah, I get it. You’re a woman that’s married to her job. Makes sense why you don’t feel the need to get a boyfriend.” I hummed, “Do you ever feel lonely though?”

“Not really.” She shook her head wistfully, “I mostly have my mentor to keep me company. That’s usually enough for me.”

I smirked, “Man, you really look up to the guy, huh?” I close my eyes in thought, “Then again, I can’t blame you... Someone brilliant like that, who can spearhead projects to cure all sorts of diseases in the world and actually pull through with it, helping people along the way... He’d be my personal hero too. I’d do anything just to follow him around all the time.”

I glanced at Miss Stacy to notice that she was looking at me in surprise.

“What?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at the reaction.

“Nothing, it’s just... You kind of captured the feeling to a T for me. That’s all.” She chuckled.

“Shoot, the more I hear and talk about this guy, the more hyped up I am to finally meet him and see who he is!” I told her excitedly, “Hey Miss Stacy, since you work directly for him, do you think I’ll ever meet him face to face?”

After I said that, Stacy gave me a pained wince, before awkwardly fixing her long black hair. In a regretful tone, she said, “I... don’t think that will ever be possible for you, John.”

I gave a dejected sigh, but nodded in understanding, “Yeah, figures. An important man like that has better use of his time than to meet up with a random nobody like me.”

“Sure, let’s go with that.” She muttered to herself out of earshot.

A moment of silence passed by as we kept waiting for the elevator reach the top floor.

I silently thought to myself how impressively tall this building must be if we were already beyond the 100s and still not there yet.

Hm...

Letting my eyes wander around again, they ended up getting snared directly back at Miss Stacy’s busty body again. While still awkward, I was able to beat back the instinct to look away since Stacy did tell me that she wouldn’t mind if I stared.

Stacy seemed to notice that I was staring at her body again, but only smiled and took the attention in stride.

It made me wonder exactly how many times I’ve been caught staring at her like this that she decided to get used to it.

Still, she wasn’t lying when she said she wouldn’t mind. The eye candy that her body provided was fun to appreciate as we waited in the elevator.

Part of me felt like a pig for staring though. Despite how she had already given me express permission, I couldn’t help but feel guilty about it.

Looking at her body does remind me of a certain question I’ve been meaning to ask earlier though.

The question would have to be saved for later though, as we finally arrived on the top floor.

The elevator doors opened up to reveal a team of people in maid and butler outfits forming a line alongside the hallway leading up to Stacy’s penthouse room, completely catching me off guard.

“Welcome back, Mr. Doe and Dr. Mandel!” The first few immediate maids and butlers who stood in front of the elevator doors gracefully bowed, “We hope you enjoy your stay!”

I was shocked still, unable to really move or react from the greeting. It took a few nudges from Stacy to bring me back to my sense, as she gently lead me forward, “Come on, John. It’s down this hallway.”

Our two bodyguards walked ahead of us, politely gesturing me to follow along.

I nervously gulped, forcing my feet to move.

As we walked down the hallway, each maid and butler down the line proceeded to gracefully bow in front of us as we passed. It reminded me of a scene where a king walked down a red carpet, with his knights bowing down in servitude as he got closer to his throne.

“Holy crap, this is so cool...” I muttered, feeling both overwhelmed yet highly impressed with how the staff here treated us with such professional respect. They seriously go all out, don’t they?

Christ, and this is where Miss Stacy goes on her vacation days? She must be completely loaded to be able to afford all of this. Benefits of a doctor-scientist who helped cure AIDs, naturally.

Each maid and butler we passed looked more handsome and beautiful than the last, all the butlers having the bodies of male supermodels and all the maids having features that make them seem more like (I’ve been repeating this analogy a lot for literally everyone I’ve met so far) pornstars.

Seeing how everyone looked like they could be on a cover of fashion magazines, I’ve come to the definite conclusion that it was not a coincidence that everyone I’ve seen so far were at the peak height of beauty. Literally everyone could be considered aesthetically pleasing to the eye, and there was not one hint of an ugly person in sight. Hell, there weren’t even anyone that I could safely consider average or plain.

It was almost like everyone in the world was genetically perfect.

I seriously got to ask Stacy what the hell happened in the past seven years.

Finally, after passing twenty dozens or so hotel staff members, we reached the overly sized double doors that I could only assume lead to our final destination.

“Allow us, sir!” Two maids spoke in perfect sync as they offered to open the doors of us. Pushing the doors aside, they held it open and bowed to let us know we could come in.

Inside the room, the sight of it literally took my breath away.

“So, how do you like it?” Stacy asked expectantly, grinning as she anticipated my reaction.