(The author is a foreigner, so please excuse the massive violation of the English language in this text....8-) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- T H E L I F T [ M/F , WS ] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I hope you had an amusing evening, Mr.Williams?" I pushed the -3rd Floor- Button, and watched as the door closed behind the passenger. "Indeed, Boy", answered the old gentleman, in a voice that gave me the impression of some sort of arrogance. Pretending that I had overheard this undertone, I continued: "As far as I know the theatre actually plays..." "I KNOW WHAT IS ACTUALLY PLAYED IN THE THEATRE!",the arrogant guy shouted. "Eat shit!",I thought. "Of course! I am sorry!",I said. You know, that's the way my job uses to be 99% of the time. I am working in the EXCELSIOR-Grand-Hotel, the number 1 Place to be in this town, at least if you can afford to pay 500$ or more a night. You can't? Me too! And that's why I spend 7 hours a day standing around in this fucked up lift pushing fucked up little buttons for fucked up rich people. Ooops! Forgot to tell you who I am. My name is Andrew Dodgeson. I was born 19 years ago in NY where I am still living and working as a lift-boy. But...You surely don't care... so back to the story. After the arrogant old sucker left the lift, I went back to the pavement and took a quick look at my watch. "21.52...YES...8 minutes and another day full of hard work will be history", I said, when suddenly the door opened and my eyes met the possibly most beautiful beeing on earth. I gazed at a pair of endless, suntanned legs that absolutely took my breath away. I raised my view and discovered the definitely shortest sklrt ever worn by a woman. Panting I decided to raise my view even more, so I could stare at these beautiful tits. So smooth and elegant in their appearance, it took only seconds til my hardon was at his absolute maximum. Finally I managed to find a way back into reality. In a quick movement I wiped off the slobber dripping out of my mouth and more or less successfully tried to gave my face some sort of respectful expression. This was, when I finally realized who was standing there in front of me: Pamela Anderson. ( I had to wipe off the slobber again...) She obviously was unnerved, because she was shouting at her bodguards. Before they had the slightest chance to intervene, Pam jumped into the lift, pushed me aside and pressed the button leading to floor number 8. In front of the eyes of her surprised Bodyguards, the doors closed with a soft "SSsshhhhhhhhhh", and the lift started his way up. Call me an idiot, but there I was: Standing in a 4 square-metre lift with Pamela Anderson - and unable to say a single word. Gazing stupidly at her body I stood their frozen. Pam threw back her long blonde hair, and muttered something like: "...shit...they aren't my babysitters...damn it..." By then, she seemed to notice me and rised her voice: "What's your problem? Never seen a women before?" I lowered my head and stumbled: "Sorry...I...I..." I took a deep breath and started over, now looking into hear face instead of staring at her tits: "Your day obviously wasn't much better than mine, right?" I forced a timid smile onto my red face. Pam gasped and prepared to shout at me again, but suddenly she answered my smile: "Yeah. Sometimes I wished that I had never got in contact with the movie business at all." She leaned back against the wall: "You can't imagine, how fed up I am with all this stuff!" "Oh...I think I can...really." I replied, feeling some sort of unknown sympathy for her. "It's just that...." World's most beautiful women stopped, when a sudden noise hit our ears. It sounded like bursting metal. In this second, the elevator immediately stopped moving. "What the heck...", both of us said simultanously. I reacted the way only a real hero does! Remembering the months full of hard studies, during which I learned to handle such a complicated Hi-Tech instrument like this elevator, I decided to use all my knowledge and almost endless skill to solve this problem. In an act of pure heroism I.... ...pushed the alarm-button!!! 8-) In fact, I heard the sound of a siren just a few moments later. But soon I had to discover that it had nothing to do with my glorious idea of pushing the alarm-button, because I heard a voice yelling through the corridors of the hotel: "Ladies and Gentlemen! We just got an anonymous call, that gave us information about a bomb, that should be hidden somewhere in this building. Although there is no need to panic, we strongly advise everybody to leave the hotel as soon as possible. Thank you." I turned around when Pamela laid her hand on my shoulder. I believed to see fear in her eyes when she asked: "What's up! Why does this damn elevator not go on, and what is this bomb- shit?" I took her hand and tried to calm her down: "No problem! I am sure the technical-service will get this lift working again in a couple of minutes. And the bomb...you know...this is not the first time we got a call like this...and nothing ever happened!" This was a pure lie. We never got a call like this before - but if you had seen her hopeful eyes! There was no way I could tell her the truth. * one hour later... * "Ok...maybe I was wrong when I mentioned they would get us out of here in just a few minutes....", I had to admit. Pam was sitting on the floor on the lift's opposing wall. It had gotten incredibly warm, so Pam had decided to open her blouse a bit. Everytime I picked a short look at her huge breasts, my constant hard-on grew bigger and bigger. "It's not your fault.",she replied slowly. She stood up, came closer and took a seat directly at my side. My heartbeat quickened when she rested her head on my shoulder. "Tell me something about your life...", I asked her softly, trying to break the uncomfortable silence. "What do you want to know?",she asked back. About half an hour of more or less senseless small talk, I noticed, that Pam had closed her wonderful eyes and fell asleep. Carefully, so that she hopefully wouldn't awake, I took her head off my shoulder and stood up. About 5 minutes I just stood there, admiring her body, that was far more beautiful, than words could express. Slowly I fell on my knees and planted a kiss on her high-heeled shoes. Extremely excited I stuck out my tongue and licked over the whole length of her foot, while my right hand started to do some business to the part of my body, where most of my blood was needed at this point. Pam luckily was so exhausted, that she was sleeping deep enough, not to take notice of me. Leaning forward, my eyes closed and my hand rubbing faster and faster I allowed my hungry tongue to slide over Pams slim legs. They tasted even better than they were looking - and believe me: They looked gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood !! I finally passed her knees and entered regions, that lay closer to heaven than any other place on earth. I risked a shy look to the place between her thighs, where all my dreams had their home. My eyes spotted a thin cotton panty, that could not hide his treasure a bit. "If I only could pull it apart and..." Aaahhhhh....too much. Although I tried my very best to suppress a loud moan, I did not succeed in keeping total silence. Uncontrolled, I shot my load into this dark-green dress I had to wear. Big streams of sperm ran over my fingers and partially dripped to the ground. I was still busy wiping my hands dry at my jacket, when Pam opened her eyes: "What...where..??",she stumbled. Finally she remembered: "Ahh..shit...still in this lift!" "Yeah right!" "Did anything happen, while I was asleep?" "Sure!",I thought by myself, "I licked my way over almost half of your body and experienced the best orgasm since....since....ever?" But I preferred not to say anything. Instead, I simply shook my head. * Almost 4 hours after the beginning of the bomb-alarm...* "Damn it!" Pam kicked against the lift's locked door. "Why does it take soooooo long to get us outta here?" "It could to be some sort of serious problem with the pneumatics. But believe me! About a dozen of extremely tough mechanics are employees of this hotel. They will definitely find a solution..." "But they'd better find it soon",she muttered. Her face blushed when I looked at her with an unspoken question in my eyes. "Why? Errmm...I need to pee...NOW!", she replied. In fact, she had been stepping from one foot to another, during the last 10 minutes. In our situation, her need became quite a shameful disaster. "What could she do?", I asked myself. Peeing into a corner was no real alternative, due to the small urine-lake that would most certainly appear. It would not make our 'prison' more comfortable and how should we explain it to our rescuers, once the door was opened. As the true gentleman I was, I decided to do everything to release her from her pain. I stood up, did two steps towards Pam and fell on my knees directly in front of her. Now it was her turn to look scattered: "What are you doing down there?" She wanted to know. As an answer I laid my head back into my neck and opened my mouth as wide as possible. "You mean...." I nodded. "No! I can't do that! It is....degrading!" Her words came slowly and not very convincing. Although I had thought it over and over, I had not found another way to improvize a toilet for world's most beautiful woman. So I showed patience and kept kneeling on the floor. Pam herself had not yet overcome her resistance , but the increasing speed at which she jumped through the lift, made clear, that she would have to make a decision very soon. Finally she cried out: "I simply can't stand it any longer!" She positioned her spotless body close to me and whispered: "You are absolutely sure that you want me to do this?" I reached out and spread her legs a little bit. She understood - pulled her slip aside - and slid her marvelous abdemon over my face. I deeply inhaled her scent when she manouvered her piss-hole over my mouth and let a bit of her weight rest on my head. I felt the soft pressure of her thighs and in anticipation of the upcoming, saliva began to fill my throat. I heard Pam sigh and almost instantly shivers hunted over her body that made her perform a little dance on my face. I fear that she might jump off me, I pulled her down until my lips were perfectly locked to her slit. Pamela lost her balance and sat down on me with almost her whole mass while her hands reached out for the walls to prevent her from falling. With my face buried deep in her, she opened her bladder. Immediately an immense rush of piss hit the back of my mouth and went down my throat. The steady stream filled my mouth within seconds. Gulping, I had no other chance but to open my throat and give her urine free way to my stomach. This few moments during which she let it flow, appeared to me like hours. I swallowed and swallowed and had a series of magnificent orgasms. After the last drops of yellow piss had found their way into my tummy, Pam released her human toilet. Escorted by a blopping noise, she seperated my lips from her slit. Pamela was breathing deeply after this experience, but I was close to faint. Gasping for air I fell to the floor: "Are you okay?" I heard her asking from a planet far, far away. "I..think..so..." I opened my eyes. Pamela was just pulling back her slip into the right position: "What about you?" She laughed and knelt by my side. "Thanks. I feel a lot better by now." With her blouse, she tenderly wiped away some single drops of piss that ran down my chin. Since then, I have never seen her again. But I still remember the flavour of her piss... (c)EROFICTION 1997