"Jessie's Elevator Hell Ride" A short PDF Story coming soon.
Chp1 "Who are you. YOU?"
Jessie had been teased by her coworkers about having to go down to the basement storage area using the old freight elevator.
It only went down two flights into the lower catacombs, from the back of the main floor, of the City’s original News and Finance Building, but it was positively the foulest part of this old dilapidated building.
When Jess got down to the lower basement, she immediately realized she had forgot the key to the achieve vault.
As she pushed the button to close the doors and get back up, a familiar form appeared out of the shadows and tapped her way
past and into the elevator, stopping motionless, just off to the right behind Jessie.
Jess could not help but notice the exact same clothes and even shape the woman was, as she peaked out of the corner of her right eye. She wanted to bolt out, but that would be silly. The lower spider webbed basement level had no stairway leading down to, or from it. This crap wooden elevator was the only way up or down, in or out. The stair way had collapsed years ago when the local CF City River overflowed its banks. There was a lower level rumored to be beneath this basement floor, but it became inaccessible after the flood. Besides it was very haunted with the spirits of by-gone vampires.
But hey, the Office Gang was playing a joke anyway she thought?!
As Jessie went to open her mouth, with first a cute nervous laugh... the bar door of the elevator slammed shut, but the two wooden doors froze and so did the elevator.
Lucky she thought, to have tinkled before going into the elevator, but then her heart jumped to her throat, when her ghostly companion, pulled off her shades, and in
her voice said, "Hi Jessie I'm Jessie too, and there can be only one of us" as Jess number two walked towards the trembling Jessie, pushing her back against the elevator wall, and staring nose to nose, eye to eye, their long eyelashes tickling one another.
My God she even has on my perfume.
As Jessie grabbed at the bars of the door trying to force it open, new Jess, grabbed her left forearm with her right set of claws and whispered in her voice "No No No" we have to work out who is staying and who is going.
Jessie could feel Jess 2 messing around under both their skirts with her left hand. She heard two snaps, then she pulled up at the top of Jessie's skirt then her own exposing now most of the garters and tops of their hose.
Jess 2 then backed away slightly, but Jessie could feel her being pulled towards Jess. As she looked down with horror, she could see that Jess had just locked their garters together.
As Jessie reached down to try to undo the garters, her new Nemesis Doppelganger, pulled her hands up and away, while forcing her left leg between Jessie's thighs and hooking it around Jessie's right, forcing their skirts well above the tops of their stockings.
Jess slammed Jessie back against the elevator wall, rocking the car and causing them both to slide down a couple inches.
They were now both grabbing at hair and cloth, hugging one another while still nose to nose cursing and spitting at the other's lips.
Jessie was both turned on and pissed off at the same instant. The back of her head burned from the scratching and clawing of her favorite manicure.
They tapped and twirled around slamming into one wall then the cage door then another wall. Back and forth went their awkward twirling vertical catfight, like two Horney Latin dancers grinding it out.
Jessie had figured that this had to be a nightmare now, and not just a joke or prank. She was me and I was her, and I had to kill her then wake up. Her resolve even became greater as a thought popped into her head, that if you die in your dreams, do you die for real? Just then Jess slammed her tongue down Jessie’s throat. Jessie panicked and she started choking, then fighting back with her own tongue, entwining her slippery mouth snake with her deadly rival's, and shoving the wriggling ball of spit slimed pink flesh back and forth, rolling from mouth to mouth rubbing against their mouth roofs and rotating past clenching grinding teeth and sucking lips, smearing their wet lip stick across the others' face.
A gurgling spitting drooling slapping tongue fight had joined in, with their entwined snaking dance fight, as they slowly began to lose their balance and spin downwards to the filthy elevator floor.
Chp2 "CatBalling it out"
