She Heads to The Dance

With a surge of resistant resolution Bernadette flung the door open and charged out, she was here to go-go. Not no-go. She had to help celebrate the marriage, not sit around the bend letting life pass her by.

Stopping at the elevator she forcefully pushed the button with urgency she couldn't explain. As she stood there slowly waiting she found herself strangely drawn to running her hands along the walls, the hard wood trim, she even stepped out of her shoes to luxuriate in the warm soft carpet under foot.

As she breathed deeply trying to calm her internal conflict she swore she could hear moaning. Shifting her ear closer to the elevator she could hear the incoherent voices, the masculine groan of pleasure making her heart skip a beat, her mind diving into depraved thoughts of just what it could be.

Bernadette didn't know how long she leaned there, curiously listening. Her free hand roaming her body, its touch dancing almost seamlessly through the dress. When was the last time she got any? That wasn't a very lady like thought! But Bernadette liked it, she thought of the sexual liberties of the hippies, swingers, all those adventures she was too conservative to enjoy in the past. Those missed opportunities.

As the stairwell door clanked shut behind her Bernadette clamored to look casual and proper. As her character reasserted itself over the lurid wandering thoughts she reminded herself she was too proper to be so casual, lewd… She grinned dumbly for a moment as a thought about how to greet the new arrival from the stairwell, looking them over as she resisted the urge to shuffle back against the elevator door and resume wondering just what was going on in there. Who, and how they were behaving, what it would be like to be with them.

“Good evening.” Bernadette tried to casually greet, as she scrambled back from the elevator door to pretend she hadn’t been pressed against it listening. She straightened her dress and tried to idly wait for an elevator door, hating the security guard hovering there next to her.

Her mind thought about how oddly curvacious and sexual the girl looked for such a role. Even in the full uniform her body conveyed thoughts of a stripper more than a security guard to Bernadette. Too bad she couldn't be both, and more. Bernadette thought, looking upward at the floor indicator, a reminder to her that there was an elevator lingering there, before her. With who knows what carnal acts lurking within.

“Good evening.” Karla replied, standing there for a moment before grabbing the radio mic. “Karla to Office.”

“Go ahead Karla.” The radio buzzed back, Bernadette gazed at it for a moment wondering if there were moans of pleasure in the bursts of static before and after the reply.

“I’m here to detain the people in the elevator. Feel free to open the doors.” Karla replied back casually, looking Bernadette up and down with an almost predatory gaze.

Bernadette turned, staring in anticipation as the elevator doors slowly opened. She could feel her nipples harden, her pussy moisten. Her tongue fidgetted in anticipation.

She jumped back and screamed a bit in surprise as a naked man fell out backwards, landing on his ass. Promptly followed by one clothed woman falling forward from her knees, quickly recovering and scrambling to get the exposed cock back in her mouth. As a third, naked woman strutted out confidently, eyeing Bernadette and the security guard up and down with a seductive smile.

“Well...” Sierra stated, spreading her arms outwards as if to surrender. Or more appropriately to offer herself.

“Miss, the elevator is free for you. I’m here to deal with these three miscreants.” Karla stated coyly looking at Bernadette as if to suggest that that was both what she was supposed to do, and not do.