Conners called that Saturday morning and gave me the news. The Intuit presentation would need some touch-up before the Monday meeting. Since it was my baby, that meant work on Saturday. I didn't mind much; wife was out of town at her Sister's and I don't get paid by the hour. So I donned a pair of nylon running shorts and a tank tee shirt and was off to work. The company turned the A/C off during the weekend and I knew it could be un-godly hot there. My office was situated on the 55th floor in the City. I was able to get in at about 10:30 and finish in 30 minutes or so. Logging off, I headed for the elevator and a lonely weekend.
Our company occupied the top 6 floors of the building (57th to 51st). On the 52nd floor the elevator stopped and to my delight in walked a gorgeous blonde. She was dressed similarly and we both smiled at the un-said observation.
"Going down?" I smiled.
"Yes, parking level 4." She smiled back.
We both turned to watch the level scale, although I took the opportunity to take in her lovely long legs and round delicious tush in her jogging shorts. She was a tall beauty, 5'10 or maybe 5'11. Her long blonde hair was up in a ponytail. She really filled out her tank tee with a large full bust and her body was trimmed from apparent exercise. I had never seen her in the building, but it was a big company.
I noticed she fidgeted nervously as the elevator door closed and the light started to tab its way down. Then with a jolt the elevator stopped and the lights flickered.
"Unnngh!! What's going on?!" Looking back the woman searched my eyes frantically with the first signs of panic. "Are we TRAPPED?"
"I don't know let's find out." I tried to reassure her. Reaching across her my forearm brushed her chest in the dimmed emergency lights as I picked up the phone. She was very busty, a 38C or D, I'd guess. After a short conversation with the guard downstairs, I confirmed her worst fears.
"I'm afraid that we're going to be here for a couple of hours at least. The guard said that power is out to the whole building and it will take awhile since it's the weekend." My words had an increasingly terrifying effect on the blonde. Just as I reached out to re-assure her, she punched me hard in the stomach and turned toward the door.
"LET ME OUT! I CAN'T DO THIS!" She beat the doors frantically.
"I'M SEVERELY CLAUSTRAPHOBIC AND I CAN'T STAY COOPED UP IN THIS TINY BOX FOR MINUTES, MUCH LESS FUCKING HOURS!!," her eyes ablaze with terror and weeping uncontrollably.
I knew not what to do, so I reached out and surrounded her with my arms, keeping her fists from punching me again and allowing me to speak soothingly to her. I was NOT going to spend hours in a stalled elevator with a psycho, beautiful or not. She struggled at first and then melted exhausted and sobbing into me as I calmed her. My words were nothing in particular and just repeated assurances that 'all was being done' and 'it will be just a moment'. I slid to the floor and we sat, her cradled in my arms, weeping softly.