The ping of an arriving elevator. Crowded, but not as crowded as the last elevator, the one she’d passed on. It was just past five o’clock in the...evening, and the rush to leave was on. Twenty-three hundred people, give or take, trying to exit a twenty-two storey, secured building, all via eight elevators, all at once. Fuck it. She’d already passed on the one elevator. She stepped through the doors into the hotbox of stress and fatigue and weary small talk. Turning to face the doors as. This gave me courage and I went and sat next to them. I was sitting next to the one wearing skirt. I asked them their names. The one wearing chudidar told me her name was Padma and the one wearing Skirt told me she was Radhika. Padma was fondling Radhika’s breasts and she invited me also to do the same. I put my hand under her top and slid it under her bra and started fondling her breasts one after another. They were firm and hard. As we were sitting in the last row, and the theatre was quite. She stopped her hand, waiting for them to leave. Not ten seconds after she pulled her fingers free, the collar reactivated, telling her that if she didn’t resume masturbating, the deal would be broken and Sophie would be put back in danger.‘Please! Not now! Just wait a minute and I’ll get back to it after they leave!’The collar didn’t stop and she reluctantly continued pleasuring herself, now using her free hand to cover her mouth and stop her pants from being heard. The girls’ conversation. Aap ke bhi to garam hain mujeh to bukhar hai, Tere hath kyun garam hain. I asked Kya bat hai? Dekh mare tere se thande hain, I said taking both her hands in mine. Aap ka shareer to bilkul thanda hai, Sahib. She sounded concerned and put her palm on my forehead to check. Pasena kyon aa raha hai? She enquired and took her pallu to wipe the sweat from my face and forehead. I realized this was my chance and feigned fatigue and pretended to become weak, Rupa, kya tu mere liya ek cup chai bana de gi.