Elevator

The elevator was just down there, and her office was only a couple of floors up. At least if she took the lift she could hide herself for most of that journey.

She stumbled, half-falling in her hurry to get through the building, one arm covering her boobs while her other reached out to keep her balance against the wall. She bent forwards, hoping the angle hid her pussy, just wishing she could do something about her ass.

There! She stumbled to the elevator doors, hand slamming on the button, and quickly crouching down to the side, squirming while she waited.

Fuck, it felt like it was taking forever.

All her shrieks in the meeting had clearly drawn a lot of attention. Researchers, administrators, even just IT clerks were peering out of their offices, looking down the corridor. Lena flushed as her employees saw her like this.

“G-get back to work!” she shouted.

She wasn’t normally one to snap but god, now really wasn’t a time she could bear diplomacy. She hated the quaver in her voice.

It felt like hours before the elevator door finally cracked open; Lena stumbled inside, biting back a whimper to see it was unoccupied.

“Get out,” she said firmly.

Even naked she had a little of the old Luthor intimidation factor; that, and it was her company. The trio of suited men hastily obeyed, though they still glanced back and made her feel far more humiliated than a boss should.

She quickly hit the button to close the door, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fuck. Ok. She hit the button for the floor her office was on, panting. Almost over, she was almost safe.

The elevator started to move-

She had a split second’s warning as it shuddered, and then suddenly it was plummeting. Lena screamed, feet lifting off the ground for a moment; she hastily grabbed the rail at the side, blushing at the fact she wasn’t covering herself any more, even if she wasn’t alone.

The elevator was decorated with mirrors, mirrored walls on each side. It was meant to seem more refined; instead she just saw her naked body reflected infinitely.

Mentally she went over the physics. Something was making the elevator fall, probably the same thing that seemed to have it out for her today. She was fairly high up, so falling was hardly good, if ever.

What she wanted to do was minimise her downward acceleration. Being in an elevator wasn’t quite the same as free fall; the only chance for injury would be from hitting the ground, which would be an instant deceleration of whatever speed she reached.

Which wouldn’t be much, just the speed of the elevator plus what little acceleration she picked up when it hit the floor.

And the elevator was screeching, rubbing against the walls. The building did had certain security features to stop free fall being deadly; she wouldn’t have much speed, and so long as she grabbed the handrail, minimised the distance she had to fall, less would happen.

It only took her a split second to go over the calculations and to brace herself. The math, at least, was something she could focus on, something she was good at.

And then she hit the ground.

The worst part was the juddering thud, the shriek of metal as it hit the floor. Lena gasped, winded, but little else.

Whatever was doing this didn’t want to kill her. It seemed to have damaged the security measures, enough to bring her down, but not enough to-

Down. Fuck. She was on the ground floor of her building, in a elevator that had screamed and protested and no doubt set off a dozen different alarms. The centre of attention.

Lena scrabbled, wincing slightly, to hit the alarm, hoping she could get a message through. At the very least ask them to clear the area, maybe get clothes.

Nothing, no connection. That too had been damaged.

Curling up into a ball, knees hugged against her chest, Lena whimpered and watched the elevator doors, waiting for them to open, and for her nude form to be exposed yet again.