Chapter 9 A Good Time in The Elevator

No one noticed Amber lurking in the corner, deliberately lowering her body and gritting her teeth in agony.

Gradually, her scent filled the air, not overpowering but enough to send shivers down her body and cause tears of pleasure to stream down her face. The liquid dripping from her nether regions was more abundant than her tears, leaving a cooling sensation on her inner thighs and causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

But Chris was quick to catch on to her subtle movements.

The elevator was filled with hushed chatter, mostly from coworkers who were familiar with each other, planning to indulge in some late-night snacks after a long day's work. Some even asked Chris to join, but he politely declined with a cold but friendly tone.

As they neared the first floor, Chris checked his watch, calculating the time. Other than that, he made no other movements.

The most frustrating part was when the elevator stopped midway, letting more people in and pushing Amber deeper inside. The wait only made her legs weaker, and she was left gasping for air, her body pressed up against the walls of the elevator.

Finally, they arrived on the first floor, and a few people left. But there were still plenty of people inside, all making their way to the parking lot on the lower floor. Chris was one of them.

Amber was frozen in place, terrified of being seen in such a pathetic state.

Suddenly, a man spoke up, "Did you guys smell that weird odor?"

Amber's body stiffened at the sound.

"Yeah, I noticed it too. Maybe it's because of the elevator maintenance?"

"Possibly."

As they chatted, they reached the lower floor, and everyone slowly trickled out, bidding their farewells to Chris, who simply nodded and followed suit.

Now, Amber was the only one left inside the elevator. Chris sauntered over to the corner and caught sight of her trembling form, a sly smirk creeping up his face.

The company touted their overtime, but Chris knew Amber was staying late tonight due to being targeted, unable to resist the company's free dinner.

Now, it was his turn to enjoy the special late-night service.

Amber's legs were weak, and when she saw that Chris was the only one left in the elevator, she unclenched her fists and whimpered a few times. Her voice sounded like a tiny kitten's meows, and she looked pitiful with her makeup smudged by tears.

Chris felt guilty for causing her to be unable to stand, so he softened his heart and went to help her.

As soon as Chris left the elevator, leaving her alone inside, Amber had a small orgasm from the vibrating egg inside her, causing her whole body to feel weak.

"Can you hold me, please?" Amber pleaded, reaching out for Chris's hand and trying to get him closer.

Chris stood by the elevator door for a while as the closing sound rang out.

"If you can't walk, crawl over here yourself," Chris said.

"No, please," Amber's voice trembled.

Despite Chris's cold tone, Amber softly refused, batting her eyelashes at him. "Come and hold me."

She desperately craved affection, and her panties couldn't hold back the flood of arousal between her legs. She could feel the vibrating egg quickening its pace, and Ryan, the one controlling the egg, must have known something and was deliberately torturing her.

With no one else around, Amber couldn't help but start to moan softly, her voice spilling out of her tiny mouth. Chris couldn't help but become a little hard.

Amber knew how to seduce, using her charms to make him relent.

After holding out for too long, Chris finally approached and helped her up. The elevator doors closed as they left, and it started ascending.

"You made your own choices," Chris said, helping Amber stand while looking thoughtfully at the liquid between her legs.

Chris thought to himself, "I thought Amber had grown up in these years, but it only took a vibrating egg to make her uncontrollably wet."

The elevator stopped on an unknown floor, and Amber felt like a lonely boat lost in the sea, only to be rescued by Chris now.

As the elevator stopped, Chris pressed a button for the top floor.

The elevator continued to ascend, and it didn't stop again. In just a few seconds, Amber couldn't help but spasm by his side.

"Chris, you...ahh...can you hold me?" she urgently pleaded, grabbing his hand and pressing it against her chest, slowly rubbing it up and down, moaning, "Ahh...umm...Chris, can you press harder?"

Seeing that no one was around, Amber became bolder, pulling Chris's hand down from her chest towards her lower area.

She was desperate, but Chris was not.

The elevator arrived at the top floor, and Chris pulled his hand back, his voice now laced with anger. "If you don't want others to see you acting like a slut, then follow me."

Amber was so desperate that she followed Chris into one of the rooms. As soon as they entered, the door was closed, and she couldn't resist any longer. She collapsed on the ground, not caring that Chris was right there, and frantically tried to take off her skirt to get the vibrating egg out. If she didn't stop soon, she might just lose her mind!

Chris turned on the lights in the room and watched with satisfaction as Amber struggled with her desire, writhing on the floor. He thought, "Did you ever think you would be treated like this when you left? If you had been good, I wouldn't have to torment you like this."

The vibrating egg had been pushed in too far, and Amber couldn't find the string attached to it. She looked at him with begging eyes, kneeling on the ground and pleading, "Chris... help me..."

"Is that how I taught you to ask for help?" Chris asked.

Amber could never forget what Chris had taught her, but she was not familiar with this place and couldn't fully unleash her lustful soul. "When you need someone's favor, it's best to offer your own favor first," she remembered that was what he taught her.

Amber crawled to him and saw the bulge in his crotch. As soon as she unzipped him, the purple head of his cock hit her face, and it looked like it was still steaming. This was exactly what Amber wanted. She looked at it greedily, took the initiative to kiss the pretty cock, and carefully applied some of her own honey juice to it with her hands.

Chris had a good body, and even his dick looked good, clean and plump. When she touched the top, rubbed it gently, and sucked up the pre-cum that oozed out, Chris let out a loud pant.

Not only did Chris understand her, but Amber also understood Chris, so at this point, no one could deceive anyone. She knew Chris wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

She obediently looked down and started to jerk off his cock, her cheeks bulging as she carefully swallowed it, her hands busy rubbing his balls. It was hard to keep going after four years of abstinence, and her movements were a bit rusty.

Chris squinted at her and suddenly said, "Is this your first one in four years?"