Dick in an Elevator. I’m not gay!

Author’s note: This story contains themes of non-consent and reluctance. If this is in any way offensive, please find another story.

This story is told in real time from the mind of the main character. For clarification, thoughts will be between apostrophes. Example: ‘What a great smile.’

Dialog will be quotation marks with the character designation in front. Example: Ken: “Hi, good to meet yo

Added narrations or de***********ions will be in parenthesizes ( ). I hope you enjoy…

(The Story begins with our main character (Ken) returning to his office on the 47th floor of a New York high rise for a potential all-nighter to complete a major project for work. He holds a director level position at his company and hopes this project will launch him to the next level. He just had a quick dinner with his wife, put her in a cab and entered the mainly empty building around 8:30PM on a Thursday night.)

(He has a small duffle bag with a change of clothes and some toiletries, just in case, but hopes to wrap up by midnight so he can get home for a few hours’ sleep in his own bed. He passes security waving his badge at the guard.)

Ken: “Hey Jorge, good evening.”

Jorge: “Evening Mr. Bantham. Working late again I see.”

Ken: “Jorge, I told you, you can call me Ken.”

Jorge: “Yes Sir Mr. Bantham.” (He laughs).

‘Gotta love it, he will never call me Ken. (Ken pushed the elevator up button.) OK, need to update the timeline, review the forecast, and put in the plan change. (He looks at his watch) Meeting tomorrow, 10:00AM do I need anything else? I don’t think so. I wonder if I can get out by 11:00. That would be ideal. Kenny my friend, time to focus.’

(He pushes the up button, and the doors open immediately, showing him his reflection in the mirrored back wall.)

‘Damn I look good! Jan is so lucky to have me! I love this time of night; the whole place is mine! Ok 47, 47, Ok got it. (He pushes the button). And away we go…really stopping already? Second floor? Why?’

(The doors open and a fairly young African American man in an expensive suit steps on holding an expensive top open briefcase.)

Ken: “Evening.”

(The man gives a quick nod, staring at an I-Pad and turns to face the doors to the elevator. He is standing against the opposite wall as the doors begin to close).

‘He seems nice… or… not… looks like a pricey suit and briefcase. Oh 68th floor, must be top level exec. Doesn’t look any older than me! I’ll be upstairs soon buddy.’

Ken: “Working late?” (The man glances, does a half smile, and looks back at the I-pad.)

‘All righty then, too good to talk to me. So, I guess, I’ll call you Suit. how’s it going Suit… Good to hear. You realize you’ll be working for me in another year or so, right?… well good discussion suit… 9, 10, 11’.

(Ken looks at his watch)

‘8:38…I can do this… Out by 11:00PM. 21, 22… You scored brownie points tonight, Kenny! Gonna get some tomorrow night… Focus Kenny. Won’t be good working with a woody all night.’

(The elevator jerks and stops causing Ken to stagger and regain his balance. The lights flickered and came back a little dimmer)

‘Holy Fuck! what the hell! Not again!’

Ken: “It’s OK, this happens. I know the drill.”

(Ken pushes the call button and a phone ringing sound blasts out. after 2 rings it’s answered.)

Voice: “This is security, I see the elevators have stopped is everybody OK?”

(Ken looks at suit and he smiles and nods looking back at the I-pad.)

Ken: “Yes, we’re fine, I think we are about on the 25th floor, but all the buttons are no longer lit, and the floor indicator light is out.”

(Suit is focused on the I pad, touching the screen apparently working on something.)

Voice: “I’ll radio Rasheed from Maintenance and get him on it. He was up on 59 so it may be a little while, hang in there. He will need to reset the system and it will bring you down to the ground floor when the problem is corrected. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

Ken: “Please hurry, I have some major work to do this evening”

Voice: “Understood, we will get it taken care of as quickly as possible.”

Click!

(Ken looks at Suit who is still looking at the I-pad)

Ken: “Great, I have a major project run through tomorrow. I really don’t need this…I am Ken by the way, good to meet you, since it looks like we might be here a little while…”

(Suit shakes Ken’s hand smiles and returns to the I-Pad)

‘Wow, nice Hercules grip, I get it you are a macho man…Really, back to the I-pad, what a prick! Not so easy, suit, a little respect is in order here.’

Ken: “So I didn’t get your name?”

(Suit looks up and smiles a dismissive smile and back to the I-pad.)

‘OK suit, well fuck you too! What a fucking arrogant fucking asshole’

(Ken looks at his watch. 8:45. He fidgets and rocks.)

‘Fuck 59th floor and he is gonna have to walk down to the basement level for the elevator. Fuck it’s gonna be a fucking hour! Lucky, I got Suit to keep me fucking company…’

(Ken looks at his cell phone knowing the inevitable. To prevent people from being rude to fellow passengers the elevator is a perfect signal blocker.)

‘No fucking signal! Suit must have a Wi-Fi connection or he’s playing fucking solitaire. I’m fucking losing it…calm the fuck down Ken. It will be over soon…I wish I could talk to Jan. I am getting tired of the suit and his constant yammering.’

Ken: “So, do you work here? I am not sure I’ve seen you before.”

(Suit looked at Ken and shook his head and went back to the I-pad.)

‘Mother fuck, what an asshole! Fuck you suit! I really ought to tell this shithead off. But, it’d be my luck he works for the CEO or something. I don’t think we even have any space on 68…Relax Ken, he could be a member of the board or something.’

(Ken looks at his watch 8:48)

‘What the fuck, three minutes!”

Ken: “I’m sorry, I don’t want to be inappropriate, but do you have some kind of speech or hearing problem?”

(Suit looked at him and shook his head and returned to the I pad.)

Ken: “Was there something I said or did that made you angry?”

(Suit looked at him a little irritated and shook his head and went back to the I-Pad.)

‘Oh my God, what a world class prick. I ought a punch his fucking lights out.’

Ken: “At the potential risk of my career, I gotta say, you are coming off like a snobby SOB.”

(Suit did a combination eye roll, shoulder shrug and back to the I-pad.)

Ken: “You are a world class prick!”

(Suit lowered the I-pad, slid it into the flap of his brief case and began to unhook his belt.)

‘What the fuck is he doing…he is a fucking perv queer…Oh God it’s fifty shades of Gay!’

(Suit continued to unzip, open the flaps.)

Ken: “Dude, what the Fuck! This is not the men’s room. No pissing in the elevator!”

(Suit reached into the waist band of his underwear and pulled out his cock and slid the underwear under his balls.