"Be careful!" She said above him straining in this contorted shape, hanging on to two different ropes that he was pretty sure were connected, but he wasn't sure. She had it coiled around her, it went through her hand, across her shoulders, torso, butt, across her feet, to the other hand and away up a chute that extended some twenty feet. Dust in the light recoiled from the rope as if pissed off to be disturbed.
They were suspended in the middle of the airshaft of a building. The building was a mall. The mall was open. There were people visible, sitting eating sandwiches and drinking pop a few feet away from them through the echoey metal grate. He was standing there staring at a ten dollar bill that was plastered to the ventilation grill, and it was on his side.
"This must have blown in from the street," He said peeling it off, and palming it near his pocket only to fake it into his co-hort's waistline. "Take this for now."
"Don't! I can't get down yet. Move!" She whispered loudly, twisting her legs around the rope sliding down a little while spinning half way around… No way she could keep doing this position for too much longer but he was in her way. It was a tight squeeze in the air vent that overlooked the shopping centre.
He pulled a little pack out of his coat with Velcro all over it all kinds of pockets and zippers, real techy type stuff. Wires and little plastic baby bird shaped objects started peeking out, and he took one in his hand, oblivious to the state of his comrade dangling above him.
"This is a wicked view," He said peering through the vertical metal slats at a woman biting into a sub sandwich, lips drawing in as much of the wads of lettuce before they fall to the wrapping paper.
"…I can't… "
He spun around and looked right at the underside of her thigh, and couldn't help but follow the line, up around the rope and curving out then into her shorts. She was wearing short shorts. Something came over him. There they were in an airshaft, they could see out and nobody could see in. Unless they looked up fifteen feet up the wall above the pay phones. Who would do that? They were well hidden. He was holding a webcam. They were planting it for their web site. Though at the moment, it was pointed at her rotating ass.
"I'm going to let go and I'll fall on your head you ass hole."
"You do and we'll both fall off the ledge. And be quiet, OK there's a guy right there."
"Don't film me, you prick"
"It's not on… what!" He was openly looking at her crotch now, she couldn't believe what he was doing. She had no idea he liked her or anything. He looked like he might start drooling. She wanted to lower herself down but he was standing right underneath her. She probably should have stayed up top, but she thought it would be a great view. Based on his… "reconnaissance mission" There was room for two. But now that she was down there she suddenly thought she was being set up. Suspended inches above his face with him looking up at her defiantly. She could drop right on top of him, and they could fall. She was getting tired. Her hands were getting pins and needles and her arms were starting to shake. She let out the rope for the smallest instant and slid down an inch and twisted. He flinched and put the camera away. His hands came up.
