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Investments control

... man, keep safe. Yes we're still on for Friday evening. Okay thanks mate." My attractive travelling companion was leaning backwards against the shiny surface of the lift and had her eyes closed as she waited for an explanation. "Apparently some builders have gone and cut through the main electric cable next door and the power is down." I shrugged my shoulders helplessly and also slumped against the wall. "But the light in here," she countered as if she was determined to prove me wrong. "If there's no electricity, how is that working?" She asked defiantly. "Well according to my mate, the building has a back up generator." "Well why don't they get the lifts going again," she demanded. I shrugged my shoulders again. "According to, Steve, it's not big enough for things like air conditioning, elevators and such like. It's just there to power the emergency lighting, keep the servers online and run the closed circuit security system." I didn't know if he was telling the truth, but there wasn't a lot I could do about it anyway. "So we're stuck here for a while. The electricity company is on the way but this could take a few hours he reckons." The look of incredulity on her face was almost comical, and I had to bite my lip to keep myself in check. I started sliding my back down the wall, and finally stopped when my bum landed on the floor. I pulled my knees up in front of my chest and placed my hands under my thighs. 'If I gotta wait, might as well be comfortable,' I reasoned. "Is that ...

... you're answer, sit on your fucking arse and wait?" Her use of the word 'arse' instead of ‘ass’ made her sound very posh and I quite liked it. What I didn't like, was the way she began to complain angrily about anything and everything. I watched her from my lowly position as she stood against the opposite wall, towering above me, and although I'd mocked her about her choice of clothing, from this angle the business suit she was wearing did make her look good. No not just good, she looked bloody exquisite. Her heels! They were expensive, that was obvious even to a shoe Neanderthal like me. They weren't very high but they did accentuate the muscles in her calves which made her long legs look very tight and elegant. The short mid length skirt with a small split up the front showed enough well tanned thigh to spark even a blind man's imagination, and her slim hips and delicate waistline told me this woman was someone who cared about her figure and rightly so. As my gaze continued upwards, my eyes rested on her delightful chest. 34c's if I wasn't mistaken and if she wasn't wearing a supporting bra, then they showed little or no sag. Not bad for someone a lot older than me. "Wouldn't mind getting my hands on those," I muttered softly but apparently, not softly enough. "What did you say?" She snapped, interrupting her rant. "Look," I said sharply, and instinctively knew I shouldn't repeat what I just said. "There's not much we can do at the moment, so either shut up and chill out or ...