A well placed kick

Eva realized that she was in danger, only a few moments away from being taken in the elevator by Donovan. Her original plan went out of the window, and she decided to improvise and act fast. She shifted her balance, stepping out of her panties in the process before swiftly moving up her right leg behind her.

To her satisfaction, she felt her kick land right where she had intended. Donovan was too surprised to do anything but reel in pain while clutching his crotch. He let go of her, giving her enough time to turn around and launch another kick. To her satisfaction, her shin met his throat with enough **** to knock him flat on his back. She didn't let up, following this by putting him in a **** hold until he passed out.

She stood up, adjusting her outfit. Both the straps of her dress had fallen off her shoulders, meaning her nipples were exposed as she had grappled Donovan. More importantly, though, all this had happened inside an elevator - which while mercifully empty at the moment, could fill with witnesses at any moment.

She fished through Donovan's pockets, finding the keycard for the penthouse suite which was their destination. She quickly pressed the button for the right floor, and dragged his body into a standing position, supporting it with her shoulder. She watched the floors go up, until finally the door opened at her destination.

Eva was greeted by a surprised couple in their late fifties. The lady in particular appeared shocked at the sight of a young woman supporting an immobile middle aged man all by herself, while the gentleman said nothing but glared at her disapprovingly.

She smiled, letting out a nervous laugh. "Sorry. Hehe - too much to drink.", she said, doing her best glitzy socialite impression. "If you'll excuse me..."

They stepped aside as she dragged him out of the elevator. She sighed in relief as they didn't linger. The elevator doors closed behind her as it began its descent.

She placed Donovan on the ground, thinking what to do next.