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James stood frozen at the landing, one trembling hand on the cold steel railing. The stairwell stretched below him, just eighteen steps to the lobby, to sunlight, to safety.

Then the first stiletto clicked on the floor above.

Then another.

Then dozens, a staccato rain of stuttering heels from floors above and below, the sound of rubber-clad thighs rubbing in perfect syncopation.

Cherry-glossed giggles cascaded down the stairwell as doors creaked open on every floor.

James' knuckles whitened around the railing as the first glossy stiletto descended into view, peach-toned latex clinging to a plush thigh, the dress above it shimmering like liquid emerald. Then came another, this one ebony-skinned in hot pink rubber, her DD-cup breasts jiggling with each click of her heels. More followed, a mocha beauty in cobalt, a pale redhead in violet, a golden goddess in crimson, until the stairwell overflowed with their swaying, giggling ranks.

Cherry-glossed lips parted in unison, their collective breath humid with arousal.

James' breath hitched as those lips parted in perfect sync with the stilettoed staccato on the stairs. Peach-toned thighs rubbed together, the sound of latex on latex as the first moan escaped painted lips.

The scent of cherry and vanilla filled the stairwell, their collective breath hot with shared arousal.

Then the first stiletto clicked on the landing, a golden goddess in crimson, her thighs squeezing with each step.

James' knuckles whitened around the railing as the next stiletto descended into view, a mocha beauty in cobalt, her DD-cup breasts jiggling with each click of her heels.

His throat went dry as their cocks twitched in unison, thick, glistening shafts straining against translucent latex, tips weeping pearly strands that stretched and snapped onto the stairwell tiles. Their cherry-glossed lips quivered, moans catching as their gaze momentarily slid over him… then past him.

A stiletto clicked on the landing below.

James turned just as a manicured hand, sheathed in liquid silver latex, curved over his shoulder.

The scent of spiced vanilla flooded his nostrils, dizzying, as plush breasts pressed against his back.

"Poor lost thing," a voice purred, hot against his ear.