Elevator Encounter by B. Fields

Elevator Encounter

It was well known around the offices of the Stoddard Building that Lola Wilton and Kathy Sinclair were not the best of friends. Three years earlier, and fresh out of high school, the girls had gotten low-level secretarial jobs at the company. It was about this time that their rivalry started.

The arguments that began between them almost always had to do with the physical appearance of the girls. They were both extremely attractive. They possessed beautiful faces and figures. Their legs were long and svelte and looked stunning in the dark stockings the girls usually wore. Perhaps most basically, though, the rivalry had to do with the stupendous busts the girls had. Each girl had gargantuan thrusting mounds that stuck out from their chests an incredible distance. Their busts were exactly the sane size but each girl believed hers was bigger.

As time passed the two girls rose from job level to job level. It was little wonder because not only were they the most beautiful but also the most talented. In three short years they had risen to the position of secretary to two of the vice-presidents in the company. The fact that these two men were the top candidates for a big promotion only added fuel to the fire of hatred between the two women.

One particular evening both girls were at the office later than usual.

They were the only two employees left in the building. Neither knew the other was around. It was with great surprise that they encountered one another in the elevator on the way out of the building. They avoided looking at each other and said nothing.

Suddenly, as the elevator was descending, it jerked to a stop. Kathy frantically pushed the buttons on the wall. Nothing happened.

“Crap!” Kathy cursed. “We’re stuck.”

“Let me see,” said Lois pushing Kathy out of the way. She pounded at the buttons. “Damn, it looks like we’re here for the night.”

“Oh no,” wailed Kathy, “I’ve got a date in an hour.”

“Too bad, sister,” replied Lois.

Each girl retreated to a corner of the small elevator, and the silence returned. They tried to sleep. Kathy grew restless, however, and began to pace in small circles. Disturbed, Lois shouted: “Stop that, bitch, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Drop dead,” shrieked Kathy.

“You’d better shut your mouth,” said Lois rising to her feet, “or I’ll shut it for you.”

“Are you woman enough to do it?” asked Kathy.

“Any time.”

Excerpt From: B. Fields. “Elevator Encounter.”