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More Froth

... forth. Bobbi ignored the shudder, the shiver that was both excitement and terror as she ran for the cover of her apartment building. She fumbled for her key and pressed into the building before the deluge got worse. The door swung shut behind her and she strode across the foyer to the elevator as it slid open. She stepped in and pressed the button for her floor, turned around and leaned back on the car's far wall. She closed her eyes and let the sigh escape. A sudden ding of the doors and they reopened. Standing there arms akimbo, flashing green eyes and mischief smile the blonde asked, "Room in here for one more?" She stepped in, the jaws of the elevator doors slid shut behind her. The car began to move upwards and she pressed Bobbi back against the wall with her body. She pinned Bobbi's arms behind her, stepped one leg between her two and pushed her thigh up against Bobbi's crotch. The blonde leaned in brushing her lips across Bobbi's left ear, she whispered, "Not a sound or you get the red rubber ball." "Wha--" "Uhn-unh. No sound. I have no problem giving you the ball." Matter of fact, no threat, no malice. Bobbi struggled in the blonde's grip. She couldn't decide between the fear she knew she should feel and the excitement of possibility. Thunder boomed as another jag of electricity ripped across the unseen skies outside. A quiver ran through her belly. The blonde backed up a step when the elevator doors opened, a tall elderly man stepped in. Bobbi smiled and nodded at ...

... Mr. Thompson, probably the oldest person she knew in the building. He smiled back and winked at the blonde. "Quite the storm, ladies. You want to be out of this elevator in case the power goes off." He pushed the button for his floor and stepped away a polite distance. If he noticed the girls holding hands, he never acknowledged it. Seconds ticked by like years before the elevator opened on Bobbi's floor. She waved shyly at him as the blonde led her down the hall. As the doors closed again, she caught Mr. Thompson winking and smiling, shooing them off to their private adventures. A squeeze on her left hand brought her attention back to the hall, the blonde a half step ahead of her and the pending doom that she was sure was coming. She won't kill me, Bobbi thought. She won't hurt me. Silently, she repeated the mantra to herself when she felt a tug telling her to speed up. "That was very good, naughty girl. You deserve a reward. Where is your suite?" She slowed, letting Bobbi take the lead. Instead of following in step, she stopped, pulled Bobbi back around and steered her backwards to the nearest wall. Quick small hands pinned her against the panelled wall. Again, the blonde stepped in close one leg between Bobbi's and breathed hot on her collarbone. A gasp escaped Bobbi. She bit back the whimper in her throat. Heat blossomed in her cheeks as she felt warm lips along her neck. A tingle ran down through her body, a lightning strike of excitement that touched all her nerves at ...