“Well, it looks like we're going to be a while,” the forty-something man said as he hung up the emergency phone in the elevator.
“What did they say?” The professional woman was anxious.
“They said the power won’t be on for another couple of hours, so we’ll have to wait it out.”
“Great. I had clients to see,” she moaned.
“Great, indeed. I had a very important project to work on. There's no cell signal in here, either.”
She smiled dryly and looked at him for the first time. “Oh well. We're stuck here together. We might as well get friendly.” She looked him up and down in his grey, tailored business suit. “Tell me a story. What do you do for work? What is this project you are working on?”
“The truth is that I’m a writer. I have an important story to write.”
“Ooh, a writer! I love writers. You don’t look like a writer, though. You look like a businessman.”
"Looks can be deceiving. Most writers don’t make a ton of money, so I have to do this stupid corporate gig to pay the bills.”
“Ah, I see. So, what is this story you need to work on? Maybe I can help you.” She smiled playfully.
Even in the dim emergency light he was suddenly aware of how attractive this woman was. Flirty, successful, powerful. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you what this story is about.”
“Lay it on me, Mr. Business man.”
“The story is for a writing contest. In the irony of ironies, the story is to be about a conversation between two people stuck in an elevator together.”
She thought for a minute, looking him over again. “You are right. I don’t believe you!”
“It’s true. And I have been dragging my feet for two weeks but haven’t come up with any good ideas.”
“Wow. So, then, what do we talk about? We can make your story happen right here.”
“Hmmm. Well, you know all men have a fantasy about getting stuck in an elevator with a gorgeous woman.”
“Do they? I’ve heard the one about people always hoping to be seated next to a hottie on a plane.”
“It’s true. And here I am stuck in this elevator with you, and I’m at a loss.”
“Well,” she responded, “let me give you something good for your story.”
“I’ll take all the help I can get.”
“Okay, then. What if I told you that I was a professional, high-end escort? I come to this building every day and entertain the gentlemen on the 44th floor.”
“Entertain?”
“Well, you know what I mean. Sometimes I’m just eye-candy for meetings, other times they need more…attention.”
“Well, you are definitely eye-candy material.”
“Are you flirting with me, Mr. fancy business/writer man?”
“What if I am? You cannot get to your ‘clients’ upstairs, so you may as well flirt with me.”
“Oh, I’d like to do a lot more than flirt with you, but I know these security cameras are on emergency power.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because I’ve spent some quality time with the facilities director.”
“Of course. Tell me something else I don’t know, Ms. Escort for the suits?”
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
“Ahem. You know I’m writing this as my story, right?”
“I hoped you would. Make sure you add that I made you bend me over and rail me from behind. That’ll make for a good story.”
“I guess we’ll see.”
This story came from a writing prompt based on two people stuck in an elevator/lift.