She was leaning against the wall, feeling foolish…foolish and dirty, when the elevator slowed to a stop and the doors opened. She couldn’t make eye contact when he got in. She scooted over to the corner. He stepped to the middle of the car and turned around.
She felt the slight jiggle after the doors closed and she knew they were again in motion. He discretely handed her the envelope. She hesitated but slipped it in her pocket.
She kept her eyes focused on the door. He did, too.
“He knew it was a joke.”
“It wasn’t a joke.”
“He’s a good man.”
“He played you.”
“I don’t think so.”
“You under estimate him.”
She shifted her weight. “You underestimate him.”
“He’s in the way.”
“Don’t hurt him.”
“He’s playing with the big dogs. He needs to either learn his place or be neutralized.”
Bambi turned, for the first time to look at him.
“I hated doing it.”
“Beat laying on your back with your legs spread in the air.”
She took a deep breath and dropped her back back against the wall. “I didn’t really see much of a difference.”
“Don’t really care.”
“You should be afraid of him you know. He’s got something you don’t have.”
“And that is?”
“Guts.”
The man took a step toward the door as the elevator slowed again. “Don’t you have a cock to suck on cue or something?”
The elevator doors open and he stepped out. “Don’t you?” She snapped back before the doors got all the way shut.
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