Try to move on

Silence.

What’s there to say?

"Wanna go again?" you hear.

"NO!" The sharpness of your own response, shocks you back into action. What are you doing? It sinks in you’ve still got your legs straight up with an exposed vagina. That’s not… Ray shouldn’t…

You try to scramble to your feet. You use the wrist of the gauntlet gloves to wipe the drop from your face and then struggle to pull your panties up, or down, considering your raised legs. You try to grasp them but they keep evading your hands.

Ray sighs happily, stands and pulls his pants up. He looks at you for a moment more, then his hands are on your legs. He bends your knees, puts your legs to the side, grabs you by the armpits and pulls you up to your feet. You quickly lean against the elevator wall, finding it hard to stand. Your ankle pain and heels don't help, but it also feels like every part of your body below your midsection is wobbly and barely able to respond to signals. Ray seems to know this and without hesitation has his arm around your midsection. He holds you like this until you gradually fell more stable. Once you feel more steady on your feet, you try to address your bad state of undress.

Ray nods at your efforts, crouches down and pulls your panties all the way up. You feel the momentary electric pressure against your lower regions as it pulls against them. Then Ray grasbs the hem of the bunched latex dress and after repeated motions top to bottom he moves it all the way down again, past your hips and going on to encase your thighs and lower legs. You feel covered up, but realise that with the dress pinning your legs together, your mobility is restricted once again.

As he stands up again, he smiles genuinely and kisses you on the nose.

You blink. It's a surprisingly tender gesture coming from Ray.

You both stand facing each other in the cramped space after such an intense encounter. Your stomach is upset, your groin is pounding in more ways than one, your head feels dizzy and your legs feel weak. You have barely an idea of what one could even say in this situation, to let him know what he did. "Ray..." you start before trailing off.

“It’s okay," he sighs blissfully, caressing your hair, "it was good for me too."

You blink. How can he be so deluded? You want to get out of here, but your legs are in no state. You look down at them, though your shiny mounds impede the view. “Ray, you must know…”

“I know, I’m amazing” he leans in and gives you another kiss, you let him out of surprise. “And you’re not so bad yourself.” His hand gives you a squeeze on your rubber coated ass.

You move a gloved hand onto his reflexively

“And don't be afraid to ask for help with your panties... whichever direction you want them moved in.”

“Ray…” The guy wasn't getting it. You breath to put more energy into your voice.

“Yes honey?”

“Get us… I want out.” You're annoyed you have to ask Ray for this, but you can barely take a step and don't have the presence of mind to work out an elevator.

Ray smiles languidly, "Are you *sure* you don't want to go for round 2?"

With one of the weakest swings you’ve done in your life, you slap him on the shoulder.

He slaps your shiny ass in return. “Hey!” You muster with more energy, trying to give him a look of scorn.

“Ah, that wasn't foreplay?”

"Just get us out of here!" You're almost out of breath trying to deliver a full sentence with emotion, but you manage it. You're not even sure what to do if he refuses.

"Okay," he replies. Turning away from you, he examines the elevator control panel. He tilts his head, and with a shrug he flips the emergency stop switch back to its original location.

With a shunt, the elevator starts moving again. You see the numbers go up. You remember the terror you felt previously when you saw the numbers go up before, but it's different now. Now the numbers signal escape. And the thing that the numbers were previously counting up towards? Well, that's already happened.

The elevator doors open...