In the Elevator

Emma staggers to her feet. She’s too unsteady to manage underwear, so she pulls her dress onto her sticky naked body and slips what she can find in her purse. She sees floating spots. She walks into the hallway and calls the elevator. It takes too long to come, so she mashes the button. Finally the door opens. She gets on and closes her eyes.

When she opens her eyes, she realizes she’s not alone. A man is on the elevator. Christopher.Emma immediately turns to face the wall. She drops her purse in the rush. Not time to pick it up. The elevator wall is mirrored. Christopher’s eyes meet hers in the mirror. “Emma?”

Emma stays silent, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Why does he remember her name? She looks at her ruined makeup. She looks at the cum slowly crusting on her cheek. She looks at her dress, half-glued to her tits and not really covering her ass. She looks worse than a whore fucked by the whole town. It’s the most humiliating moment of her life.

Chistopher breaks the silence with that insouciant chuckle. “Rough night, eh? You dropped something, Emma.”

Emma stares at herself in the mirror. She feels like such a shameful whore. Why is he talking to her? Something is being thrust in her hand. Something hard and leathery. It takes her too long to realize it’s her purse. She takes it.

The door opens on the ground floor. Christopher looks at her before he walks out. “Hang in there, Emma. You’re a smart girl. Remember, you have to time the market.”

Emma lets the door close. She's not listening. Her heart is beating too fast. She lets the elevator go up and rides it back down to the empty lobby. When she reaches into her purse to call a rideshare home, she finds Christopher’s card.