The elevator is out of order

She noticed the sign as she approached, the slight smile on her face drooping into a frown as she read the words "Out of order" written on an A4 sheet of paper and taped onto the closed elevator door. Sure enough the lift beside it was open too, a couple of toolbags inside and, judging from the lack of workmen, progress was going painfully slow. Krystal simply let out a long sigh, realising this meant carrying this awkward package up manually, up 50 floors. Well, technically 49, but that wouldn't make much difference.

Krystal adjusted her grip on the packages, the pair that she had included the awkwardly sized package, one that she couldn't hold onehanded no matter how hard she tried, thankfully it wasn't heavy. With the second package sitting comfortably on top adding little to no weight to the arrangement, Krystal advanced towards the stairwell, and prayed that gravity would be merciful.

Second Floor. A simple challenge, the steps weren't too high, so it wasn't a steep climb. While they weren't carpeted, likely to save a little on cleaning, the wooden steps weren't harsh on her soles nice and smooth, something a concrete maintenance stairwell would show no mercy towards. Either way, she carried on, one step at a time, she had a job to do after all.

Fifth Floor. Childs play, so far this is nothing compared to a regular day, though of course on a regular day she'd be clothed, and the elevators would be working, one of them at the very least. Still, the nude delivery girl was confident in her task and her goal, she had a job to do.

Tenth Floor. This was starting to turn into a workout, already getting her in a pant as she carries on, hauling her cargo as if it were the Holy Grail or something. But hey, at least she's getting in a hike today and working up a good sweat, can't just stay on the bike the whole day and be lazy.

Twentieth Floor. Just under half way now, and that's when the curveball hit. Just as Krystal reached the twentieth floor she felt a slight tugging at her hip...then before she could properly react, her utility belt came slipping down.

"Oh fu-" Krystal yelped out, trying to stop midstep as the belt quickly fell to her knees. She barely managed to save her balance, and the package...but her belt was around her feet "...goddammit" She muttered to herself as she stood there, package taking up her hands, now more naked than she'd been so far. Had she worked up that much of a sweat? Looking down at herself confirmed it, she'd hoped that her belt would sit on her hips but...well, hadn't expected current circumstances at all.

"...goddammit" This time she said it more openly, before crouching down to set the package on the floor. Krystal wasn't in the mood to fiddle around with at current her only real clothing (Minus the hat, of course) this wasn't even that sexy. One of her preferred things to aid in getting off was watching hot men or women working up a sweat, in this moment she was reminded that sure, it looks hot, but it certainly didn't feel hot. With a light grumble Krystal spent all of three seconds fiddling with the belt, before just setting it on top of the package. It was no biggie, just her bike keys, apartment keys, wallet, phone and other things she 100% needed to live just in one convenient place, and slapped on top of a box

Fortieth Floor. Only ten floors away, Krystal thankfully hadn't bumped into anyone on her journey up...and goddamn did it feel like a journey. She'd climbed mountains that weren't as punishing as this staircase, maybe it was just the look of the place. It looked like a building that only had 3 floors, no time at all to get to the top because it was a classy motel or something, a library, a city hall.

Fortyfifth Floor. The hat joined the belt on the box, she figured it'd help keep her cool...or at the very least she wouldn't sweat up the hat. She was now truly nude, first time today since this morning when she'd showered, it was a strange feeling, the hat and belt at least gave her a uniform...but now she was completely bare, out in public, sadly she couldn't fully appreciate the feeling, but it was different. She liked different.

Fiftieth Floor. Finally, her goal, she'd made it. She felt like shit and as far from aroused as she could be, but she was at least proud of her goal. Krystal had to stop herself from cheering though, she was still in a public space and still had the sense to avoid attracting unneeded attention to herself...at least when she wasn't horny that is.

Still though, her feet were killing her and she needed a breather, so Krystal walked over to a quiet looking corner near the door to the fiftieth floor proper and sat her naked butt down, setting her belongings down beside her, still atop the package. It was a pretty decent spot too, quiet, cosy...and a little comfortable, even if it was just sitting on the floor, with the lack of foot traffic she'd encountered she wondered how much of a rest she could get away with undisturbed...