Yes - the maintenance guy

Suddenly, just above you are the sounds of footsteps. You freeze and pray that whoever it is is getting off at the floor above you and that you’re sufficiently hidden.

“What do we have here?” A rich voice echos down the stairwell. Damn, he’d noticed you. You recognize the voice of the complex’s maintenance guy and cringe. He’d always given you leering looks when he’d had to come by to fix anything.

“I know I know you… that’s right, you’re the girl in 509. I’d always taken you for the quiet type.” He chuckles at that.

“I’m– I’m just trying to get to the roof.” Your words stutter out, you’d hoped you wouldn’t have to explain your predicament so hadn’t given enough thought to how you would.

Steps begin descending again. “You’ve got quite an outfit on for someone on her way anywhere.”

Samuel, you remembered his name, laughed at his own joke. The fact of the matter is that you wore only a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs.

“I really should call the police for public indecency, whatever kind of game you’re playing.”

“No please, it’s just a silly game between me and Mark.”

“Oh with that boyfriend of yours?” his interest seemed piqued by this fact. “And what’s on the table in this game?”

“I– well if I… If I get to the roof I’m allowed to cum.”

“And what happens if you can’t make it to the roof?” His voice sounded predatory all of a sudden.

You swallow, “I don’t know.”

“What an interesting game. Well, I suppose you’ll find out once the cops come for you.”

“No please! It’s just a game, you can let me go!”

“I’m afraid I have to do my due diligence as a citizen.”

“Please I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

You swallow again. There you go saying that dangerous word.