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The Elevator Ripper

Victor Phan

    Tires squealed as a new obsidian black Lexus pulled into an empty spot in the parking structure. The door swung open and sexy legs covered in black fish net stockings and stiletto fuck me pumps stepped out. Michelle was the owner of the creamy smooth legs with skin the color of caramel. She bore gorgeously layered black hair and enchanting hazel eyes. A big leather coat covered up her more succulent traits as she nervously glanced side-to-side making her way to the elevator. She wasted no time rushing to the far side of the stone monolith and pressed the button. A shadow of a man moved across the wall following her.
    The reflective doors whispered open. Michelle entered the elevator and tapped the button for the fourth floor. As the doors began to close, a hand came between the doors and suddenly stopped them.
    “Shit!” Michelle yelled.
    Michelle’s hand quickly reached into her purse for her weapon. The doors parted revealing a well-dressed man in his forties and with a genial demeanor. He wore a black suit with a bright red power tie. Seeing this harmless man, Michelle’s hand dropped back to her side. Jack entered the elevator, eyes looking right at Michelle. She immediately turned her face away.
    “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to scare you,” Jack apologized.
    “Okay. Whatever,” Michelle said still facing the wall.
    Jack gazed at her one more time before turning around and pressing a button. Once the doors shut he turned back to Michelle and offered his hand. He wore a warm smile and introduced himself. “I’m Jack.”
    Michelle didn’t respond and just stared up at him with an annoyed expression.
    “Seriously. I didn’t want to miss this car and have to wait for the next one,” Jack continued.
    Michelle looked away from him. Jack shrugged and turned back towards the elevator doors. A moment of silenced passed between them before the elevator jerked to a sudden stop.
    “What the hell was that?” Michelle said as she looked around.
    “I don’t know. It just . . . stopped by itself,” Jack replied. He too perused the elevator. Jack tapped the buttons repeatedly to no avail.
    “Nothing’s working,” he pointed out. Jack removed his mobile phone from his coat and checked it. “I have no signal. We may have to wait until it comes back up by itself.”
    When Jack looked back at Michelle, her hand was back in her purse. She looked obviously disturbed. Jack gave her the once over and knew he’d have get her mind off the situation at hand unless he wanted to get face full of mace or pepper spray, or whatever she had in her purse.
    “Are you headed to a party?” He asked her. He stood very straight and shined another one of his toothy smiles.
    “No. Why would you ask that?” Michelle replied defensively.
    “Um . . . it’s New Year’s Eve. Reasonable assumption.”
    “No. I’m . . .” Michelle frowned not knowing what to say from here. She hardly knew the answer herself. Then her thoughts turned to the well-dressed man with the winning smile in front of her.
    “What are you doing here?” Michelle asked.
    “Oh.” Jack paused for a second then answered, “Visiting a client. I’m a doctor.”
    “A doctor who makes house calls? That’s rare.” Michelle stated.
    Jack shrugged, “I get paid well.”
    Jack looked to be getting very comfortable in the small enclosure. He loosened up his tie and continued suggestively, “Very well. If you get my meaning.”
    Michelle swallowed a hard lump as she looked past Jack’s shoulder. She noticed the stop button on the elevator had been pulled out. Jack moved closer to her. She tensed up even more pressing her back against the elevator wall.
    “You really shouldn’t be out alone tonight. There’s a psychopath running around,” He said to her. The fatherly warm man who had entered the elevator was gone. Something perverse came alive in Jack’s eyes.
    Michelle tried to back up even more but the cold metal wall prevented her from going any further. Jack took off his coat and let it drop to the floor behind him.
    “It’s all over the news. He cuts out his victims’ tongues and keeps them as souvenirs,” Jack continued as he moved closer to her.
    “Please. Just . . .” Michelle pleaded but she could feel his breath against her. He pressed himself against her, pinning her. She felt his hard cock poking her through his pants.
    “With sociopaths like that out there, a sweet little thing like you needs the company of a real man,” Jack said with maddening eyes.
    Michelle squeezed her eyes shut wishing she were somewhere else. Jack ripped her coat open sending buttons flying. He drooled as he saw her firm perfect breasts squeezed together by the tight dress she wore.
    “Have you heard what they’re calling him?” Jack asked as he cupped her tits. Michelle was shivering, breathing very deeply. He smelled her intoxicatingly fragrant hair and whispered into her ear, “The Elevator Ripper.”
    Michelle’s eyes popped open.

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    The door of the empty hallway opened to reveal a wild office New Years Eve party on the other side. Co-workers were celebrating the New Year with generous amounts of alcohol and good spirits. Pedro and Nadia spilled out from the door and shut it closed behind them, silencing the sound of cheers. Pedro was a good-looking hotshot graphic artist and Nadia was the receptionist endowed with all of the voluptuous trappings expected of young Hispanic women. Both had been drinking all night along and too many months of sexual tension in the office had gotten the best of them.
    Pedro led Nadia by the hand still giggling down the hall towards the elevator. There he pressed her curvaceous ass against the cold metal doors. They didn’t even bother to lock eyes or exchange words before their voracious mouths met. They kissed each other sloppily trading saliva and rubbing their tongues against each other. Pedro squeezed her plentiful breasts and felt her hard nipples through the fabric of her dress. Pedro’s cock instantly grew hard; he had to have her right then and there.
    Pedro hit the elevator button and slid his hand under Nadia’s skirt. He moved her thong aside and slid a finger into her hot drenched pussy. Nadia gave out a hungry moan wanting what was throbbing inside of Pedro’s pants.
    The elevator doors swung open and they both spilled in. Pedro and Nadia fell onto the elevator floor still kissing. Nadia was breathless but was able to utter, “Wait.”
    Pedro kept kissing her neck not hearing what she had said. He was too busy concentrating on undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants. His erected penis was already out and had dripped pre-cum onto Nadia’s smoothly waxed pussy.
    “I said wait!” Nadia yelled. Pedro immediately halted. The wind went out of his sails.
    “What’s wrong?” Pedro asked. He hoped she didn’t have a sudden change of mind. No amount of masturbation would satisfy him after he got this worked up.
    “I think I’m on something,” Nadia said.
    Nadia lifted up her hand to see it covered in warm blood. Her face lit up in fear. Pedro looked down and saw that they were lying on the disemboweled remains of a middle-aged man. Confusion hit him before terror had the chance to set in. The elevator doors then whispered closed. Pedro and Nadia both looked toward the sound of the metal doors entombing them.
    Michelle stood against the wall, a bloody scalpel in one hand and a twitching tongue in the other. She was breathing heavily, like she just had a glorious sexual release. Her legs were still shaking with all of their orgasmic joy. Michelle regained her composure and looked down at Pedro and Nadia staring at her like idiots.
    “I fucking hate it when they call me the Elevator Ripper,” Michelle paused then said, “It makes me feel . . . ugly.”
    She raised the knife. The elevator muffled the sounds of screams and slashing that followed.



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