So, which floor is it?

"Ok, Hold tight." I spoke quietly, and leaned down to hook my arm under Rachel's extremely unsteady legs. I tried to remember to lift with my legs, not my back, but it's never easy, especially when the person you're trying to pick up takes the opportunity to throw her arms around your neck. As a result my hand slipped between the back of her dress and her coat, and I ended up with my hand directly on her ass as I lifted.

I swear I didn't mean for it to happen, but it felt damn good under my hand. I quickly readjusted after the sudden surprised squeak and laugh that immediately started up against my collar bone. I still was holding her a lot closer than I had intended to, and I dragged my gaze to Kaila.

Kaila had one hand against her mouth, and was holding the elevator door open.

"Ok, you... don't get any ideas with her." She chuckled slightly. I noted that the gal in the beige dress... what was her name? Maggie... Megan! Right. And I was... damn it, had I had too much to drink? Anyway, she was already in the elevator, and leaning against the vertical bar on the back of it.

"I'm on a date with a woman who can kill me with her pinky finger, I assume, " I quipped. Rachel felt fairly light in my arms, to be honest. Of course being a lightweight in one department probably meant that she was a lightweight in other departments... my train of thought was derailed when I noticed that as she had moved in my arms, her dress and coat had shifted just enough to expose one of her nipples. I was already hard, but the sight of the exposed, hard nub caused another rush of blood to surge through my body.

"Uh, her... uh...yeah, let me get that." Kaila noted the exposed body part and hurriedly moved to adjust the cloth as I got into reach.

"Thanks." I nodded, carefully turning sideways to ensure I didn't bash the woman's head I was carrying into the door as I entered the elevator.

"Ok, so... uh... which floor?" Kaila asked the girl in the back who was looking a bit flushed and out of breath.

"It's... her car, and I was in line when she parked." Megan replied, "She said First floor, but it's not here, and I think it might be one up? You better ask... Rachel! Which Floor!"

"Mmmm... let's just go back to your place... handsome..." The drunk woman in my arms murmured, rubbing her head against my collarbone like a cat.

"Seriously, bitch, which floor?" Rachel groaned, "Fuck it, Uhm, I think it's the first one?"

"Ok, fine, I'm there, and if you're not we'll just drive you to your car. Easier than walking." Kaila nodded. She slammed her thumb down on the 1 button.