Sixty Nine

Emily hands you a sealed folder.

“This is going to sixty nine. Be careful up there.”

“No problem.”

You grab the folder and head toward the elevator. As soon as you get out of visual range you shake your head. It’s clear your boss is a little crazy. Demons running The Company, that’s just ridiculous. Besides, you love The Company.

You step into the spacious elevator. There are about a half dozen well dressed men and women already inside. In the back a girl with long blonde hair like spun gold drops to her knees.

Your jaw drops when you realize she is giving a man in an expensive pin-stripe suit a blow job. The other passengers quietly ignore the spectacle.

You are torn between letting them have their fun and watching. Frankly, the show is pretty erotic.

The elevator dings at sixty nine. The blonde quickly stands up. She is tall, at least five foot ten, taller in six inch platform heels. She is enviably thin with large round Barbie breasts.

You step off and she follows behind you.

You notice she has cum on her cheek.

You give her a smile. “Ah, you have a little...” You rub you cheek showing her where.

She catches it on her finger and then slips it into her mouth. She gives her finger a little erotic suck and then pulls it out. She flips her hair.

“Thanks. That was really nice of you. I’m...”