even more from Sandra

"What the hell are you talking about? Give me that!" Sandra Noce asked, disbelieving what her co-worker had just said to her. She lurched forward, trying to snatch the already cum-soaked garment from the lecher's hand. She needed to get dressed and get back to the break room. It was already time she should be there.

"Start the elevator back up, Ron," the taller of the two men said calmly, ignoring the naked, cum-glazed thirty-two year-old before him. He backed up a step and balled the white Housekeeping smock up behind him.

Ron did so, and the elevator lurched, resuming it's ascent towards the upper level offices of JWI, Inc.

The jerking motion of the elevator knocked Sandra to her ass. The brunette just couldn't keep her balance, crouched as she had been in her high-heeled shoes.

Both men just snickered as Sandra fell back, her long legs akimbo, her engorged pussylips winking at them as her ass hit the floor, her big tits joggling on her ribcage as she fought to regain her balance.

Sandra could only think of the elevator stopping at any second to pick up a passenger on any of the floors they were heading past. That person, or persons, would find her, a senior accounting department worker, on the floor, naked and soiled with three loads of cum.

She needed to avoid further humiliation.

"Please, Ron..Jeff, stop the elevator. What do you want?" she pleaded.

Ron looked to Jeff. His friend nodded, and once again the elevator was stopped mid-flight.

"I think it's only fair we be compensated for our time and.." Jeff said coolly to her, smiling as he offered the naked brunette a hand to help her get back to her feet.

"You fucked me and jerked off all over me! How much compensation do you want?" Sandra Noce asked indignantly, trying to reach behind her co-worker's back for her only remaining shred of dignity.

Jeff ignored her and nodded again to his buddy, who had been standing there watching the exchange.

"No, I'm sorry!" Sandra pleaded to Ron as his finger headed for the Restart button, not wanting the elevator to start before she had some sort of covering.

"This is getting old, Sandy!" Jeff said, scowling at her. He nodded to Ron to start the elevator. "We can negotiate on the way up!"

"Alright! Alright! What do you want?" Sandra pleaded before the man a foot taller than her, hoping no one would ring for a ride before she got her answer.

"I think a grand..each.. would cover our sperm donation expenses," Jeff grinned evilly.

Sandra looked at him like he had lost his mind, but knew she had no other choice but to agree to his demands.

'Could he be the blackmailer?' Sandra quietly wondered as she glanced to the attache case filled with ten thousand dollars. 'But then why would he ask for more before he got what was already requested?' she further queried herself. 'Did he know what was in the briefcase?'

"When.. when do you want the money?" Sandra found herself asking, knowing she was supposed to give the entire contents of the briefcase to her original blackmailer.

"The end of business today, sweetums," Jeff smiled as the elevator stopped on their floor. "Bring it to my office..we'll be waiting!" He and Ron stepped to the open doors. He pulled something out of his jacket pocket just before he threw Sandra her smock.

"A little insurance.. say cheese!" chuckled Jeff as he swung open his silver cell phone and took a photo of Sandra Noce naked in the elevator. "You wouldn't want this pic on all the office screensavers, Sandy!" he reminded her before the doors closed in between them.

Sandra hurriedly buttoned the black-trimmed Housekeeping frock and picked up the briefcase before she hit the button to reopen the elevator doors. She looked at what she could make of her reflection in the brushed steel doors. The minidress looked like wet cellophane where it pulled tight around her cum-soaked boobs. She shook her head and went through the now-open doors and down the hall to the break room.

The pretty brunette was glad the company's halls were empty. No one else would see her this way. Unfortunately for her, the reason the halls were quiet was that everyone but her had returned to their offices from their breaks. That meant she was late dropping off her ransom. After what seemed forever, but was in reality only a few moments, Sandra entered the open doorway to the break room.