call the lady for more info

I glance at the lady's card. It read "Felice McDonnell, marketing manager," with her phone number listed below her email address. I call her number.

"It's John ... you gave me your card this morning." I say.

"Oh ... since you're calling, I would assume that you've been fired," she replies assuringly.

"Yes. I'd like to know what job you have for me ...."

"Can you come to my office?"

"Where's that?"

"The card I gave you? It also contains my office address."

I shake my head at how dumb I could be at times. I glance at the address and realize that it's in the same building where I met Alina. "So it's the same building?"

"Yes, top floor, see you." Felice concludes our conversation.

I jog the rest of the way until I arrive at the ground floor of the building. I finally locate the elevator to the top floor. Since the jog had made me slightly sweaty, and I didn't want to overdo it by taking the stairs. The elevator stops at the next floor, as someone in a khaki trench coat enters. The smell of lavender grabs my mind into a uncomfortable sense of recognition-- the woman who just entered was Alina.

I glance at the floor, trying to ignore her and wishing I was in some place else. It is just the two of us in the elevator but I feel the space is too crowded. She must have realized who I was as she starts talking to no one in particular. "I'm really sorry for getting you fired!"

"And that apology can get me back my job?!" I retort, not even glancing at her.

The elevator grounds to a sudden stop, and I realize that she has depressed the "Emergency Stop" button. "Look, mister," she says as she places her right hand heavily on my shoulder. "I was really in a bad emotional state at that moment and I'm sorry for the damage I have caused you. Maybe I could find you another job, if that would help."

I don't answer immediately-- the thought of **** still strong in my mind.

"Or maybe you would like another form of compensation?" she purrs, undoing the top button of her trench coat.

Maybe Felice was right. Alina appeared to be a nut case-- shifting from one emotion to the next in such a short span. I try to ignore her.

"You can't ignore me here!" she says in an angry voice. "That was also partly your fault and you know it. Why should I even try to repay you for damages? I was simply defending myself from the worst possibility."

"Are you trying to get a jobless guy fired again?" I ask in an amused voice.

She suddenly erupts in a fit of laughter. "I already like you. You bring out all my emotions. I could even kiss you right now." Before I could answer, her moist lips are on mine-- her tongue hungrily exploring my mouth.

I couldn't help but respond as well. The tension that has built up in me during the previous hours was seeking release. I completely unbutton her trench coat and push it off her shoulders, revealing a sleeveless animal-print latex catsuit. The tips of her hardened cup-B nipples are showing through the sheer fabric and I notice that the catsuit is crotchless.

She fumbles with the buttons of my jeans like it is the first time she has ever done such a thing. I move my fingers between her legs, surprised by her wetness. She finally has my jeans and briefs on the floor. With an air of insolence, she grasps my rod and guides it towards her clean-shaven pussy.

As I enter her sloppy hot hole, she straddles me, her hands gripping on the back of my neck for support. I grasp her waist to leverage her medium frame, my hands occasionally slipping at the smooth fabric of her catsuit. The slow rhythm becomes frenzied as her moaning becomes louder and harsher. The fact that I am now fucking the woman who caused the loss of my job has heightened my sensations beyond their usual levels. Every thrust feels like punching an opponent's face in a one-sided boxing match.

A sudden series of beeps from the background reminds us that the elevator's emergency stop is about to automatically disengage. The realization that we would soon be proceeding to our destined floors triggers a rush of fluids from Alina as her muscles grip my cock in one tight clasp. My self-control gives way as I shoot my load into her, splattering some of my cum onto her catsuit as I slowly pull out. Another flood of her fluids wash over my slowly shrinking member.

I gently guide her back on the floor as we disengage. Another wave of her cum forces her on her knees, enlarging the wet spot at the middle of the elevator mat. She looks at me imploringly, and I help her to her feet. The ding of the elevator alerts us that we have arrived at her floor. We hastily dress before the doors open.

I follow her out, realizing the wobble in her walk. A trio of girls in some fastfood-chain uniform eye us with suspicion as we exit the elevator. "Where to?" I ask, holding her hand.

She points to the left but suddenly grasps me tightly, her body shuddering slightly. As we move away, I notice spot of wetness on the floor. I wonder when her multiple orgasms would come to an end.

"We're here," she says, as we stop in front of 5D.

"I thought you were at 2B," I say.

"I own two units," she replies, as she pulls out a bunch of keys from the left pocket of her trench coat. "Come in, stranger," she says, after finally unlocking the door.

As I enter, she slams the door shut and slumps into one end of a red sofa. "After all we've been through, I should introduce myself, I'm ..."

"Shhhhh. Don't!" she says as she unbuttons her trench coat. "I don't need any names. I just want to know you as a stranger."

I take the other end of the sofa. "Why?" I ask, eyeing her naked body as it emerged from the cum-stained catsuit she was unzipping.

"Well.... I've finally ticked off another item in my bucket list, thanks to you!"

I gave her a confused look.

"Yes, the item says, 'have sex with a stranger in an elevator', so if you tell me your name, you won't be a stranger anymore."

"Well then, it was nice meeting you, Alina. Guess I have to be going." I say, rising to my feet.

"So soon?" she says, tugging on my thigh, forcing me back on the sofa.

"I'm supposed to be at the top floor for a job interview."

"I see. Yeah, the top floor has a number of establishments. But I could also offer you a job." she adds, as she rests her head on my lap, effectively preventing me from leaving.