Robert Vickers - The naughty salesgirl

"God damn it, I don't give a flying fuck who he is, get him out of my sight!" raged the owner of the department store.

"But sir," said one of the guards, "This is your womens' wear floor manager."

"Nothing like getting into your work, I always say," a voice from the crowd rang out loud and clear. The laughter almost drowned out Bennett's weak voice.

"Where am I? What's happened? This is… oh, sweet Jesus, no!"

"On your sweet ass, it is!" bellowed Chambliss. "You're Goddamn fired, Bennett. I can't have queers running around my store! Out!"

Katherine and Marty watched, smiling, as the guard threw Bennett out into the street, dressed exactly as they'd made him up. The man was out of a job and as soon as word of this got around town, he would never find another job again. Big department store owners didn't dare have even a hint of scandal. They were supposed to run establishments where an entire family could safely enter. Word of a transvestite working in the building would have ruined Chambliss overnight.

The man pushed his way into the elevator with Marty and Katherine, grumbling the entire time. "Damn shame, a man going out of his head like that. Can't have it. Can't."

"Right, sir," agreed Marty.

Chambliss looked at him for a moment, then said, "You're up in sporting goods, aren't you?"

"Furniture, sir," Marty corrected.

"Right. You take over the women's wear department. Do a good job managing it for a month and it's yours. God, how did I ever pick Bennett?" Chambliss left the elevator, still mumbling to himself.

For a moment, Katherine and Marty stood there, stunned. Then they let out a whoop of joy and hugged each other. "What a break, honey!" cried Marty. "Imagine getting the job! We can be in the same department!"

"Let's celebrate," she said, pressing closer. "This time I won't mind my boss sticking it to me."

"I bet you put out for all your bosses," he teased, his hands running over her smooth skin and reaching down the front of her blouse to grip one of her tender tits.

"Just for the ones who turn me on," the girl said. She hiked up her skirt a little and said, "Let's fuck right here. We almost did once. Let's actually do it now."

"Good," said Marty. He made a few quick changes inside the circuit box, and they rose to the top of the building. Katherine felt her knees buckle slightly under the force. At the top, the cages dropped all the way to the lobby and she felt her tits floating upwards, pressing into the thin blouse she wore. And at the bottom, the elevator started up again.

"The doors won't open until I want them to. And we'll be rising and failing all the while yet fucking!"

"It's my turn," she said, lifting her skirt up, showing her crotchless panties that she'd decided didn't look good on Bennett.

Marty saw them and laughed. "This is going to be great. Shit, I can't wait!"

She ran the zipper down on his trousers and instantly was rewarded with a handful of hot, hard prick. Just as the elevator reached the top of the building, she moved closer to the man, spread her legs wide, and lowered her hips just a little. She wanted to ease his prick into her aching pussy. Instead, she felt as if she was going to fly away from the sudden drop.

But, when the cage got to the bottom, she discovered that she couldn't ease his prick into her pussy at all. The added weight she felt from the rising cage made her snatch jam down hard around the cock. That pillar of cock drilled deep into her cunt all the way to the top of the shaft.

"I don't have to do a darn thing," Marty said, smiling. "I just stand here and let the elevator do all the work." He wiggled his hips a little and ground his bush into hers, then she was moving up and away from his cock, the entire length sliding into her gripping cunt.

They slammed back together at the bottom of the shaft. She moaned softly and said, "That's nice, but it's too slow. I need that cock filling me up a lot faster. Fuck me. You, you fuck me. Don't wait for the elevator to do it for you. I need your prick!"

He began fucking her with short, slow strokes every time one of the floor-indicator lights went on. They gasped and panted and fucked madly until the very top of the line, then they clung to each other to endure the long drop down the shaft.

"Marty, I… I don't know how much more of this I can take," she moaned. His prick had driven in deep as they had gone up, in spite of his attempts to make short strokes.

It wasn't that long ago that she'd lost her virginity, and now she was fucking Marty again and again. And she'd had Bennett fucking her. She was sore and tired and achy – and still she wanted more!

"This is a celebration," he reminded her. Then he really started fucking her, not paying any attention at all to the motion of the elevator. The rise and fall added an extra dimension to the fucking that the girl could barely understand. She floated and soared and had the cock driven impossibly deep into her juicy cunt, and still she clung to the man's body and demanded more from him.

"Yes, give it all to me," she groaned.

And he did. And she came. The girl's body was wracked by desire as she climaxed.

Shuddering and shivering though the come, she remembered back a couple of weeks to this very elevator when she'd gone down on Marty. And he had eaten her out. She'd been unemployed then. She hadn't even met Bennett. But her aching asshole reminded her of what that interview had been like. And all the terrible things he had done to her. But she had come through it and had learned what it really meant to be a woman.

She had seduced a man and had found out that her sex drives were very strong, that she shouldn't attempt to hold them inside. And now she didn't. With Marty, everything was perfect.

She sighed and pressed her body even closer to his, his prick slipping all the way up her well-greased cunt. Bennett was gone and she was truly living for the first time in her life.

All was well. And all would continue to be that way as long as she could convince Marty to take the elevator!