They turned off the power just in time, oh, just in time.
The elevator screeched like a damaged tank, the lamp under the ceiling flickered to some unknown rhythm. Having studied the familiar cracks in the paint on the doors, Yegor began to study the floor under his feet just as thoroughly. From there, Boris looked up at him with his bulging eyes, his pink tongue hanging out. A couple of cigarette butts lay peacefully in the cracks along the edges, and the green linoleum floor, apparently, had been washed quite recently, which was surprising. Suddenly, the lamp's flickering slowed down, and a fraction of a second later, it went out completely. The elevator continued its movement by inertia, but not for long either, and, shaking the passengers noticeably, froze in pitch darkness. Boris howled furiously and burst into desperate barking. The girl crouched down to the sufferer and began to calm him, finding him with difficulty in the darkness. The little passenger was no longer barking, but was still either growling or whimpering in a strange way. But Yegor was ready to howl himself, on his part from pain, as the owner, rushing to calm her pet, had elbowed him right in the crotch. His eyes would have gone dark from the pain, if they weren't already filled with darkness.
— Oops! Sorry! It's so dark here, forgive me.
— It's okay, but don't do that again.
And then she did the stupidest thing in this situation — she tried to feel for Yegor, and this time it turned out even more embarrassing; her hand, on the first try, carefully landed right in his crotch again. If there had been light in the cabin, Yegor would have seen how deeply she blushed, and he himself probably looked like a tomato. They had to start a standard conversation, just to forget this accident.
— Stuck here again! Last week it stopped, I waited an hour for the elevator technicians. Have you pressed the button yet?
— Not yet, if only I could find it.
Two pairs of hands began to feel the wall of the cabin roughly where the coveted buttons were when the light was on. Both completely forgot the thought of using at least their mobile phones as a light, which led to them accidentally feeling each other's hands several times. Finally, Yegor turned on the small flashlight on his keychain (finally came in handy) and pressed that very button, calling for the help they so needed.
— It's not working.
— Wait, they don't answer immediately.
— No, last time when I got stuck, with the lights on, some thing beeped from above somewhere, like everything was working.
— Let's see, you press it again.
— Well, since we're on a first-name basis, what's your name, lady with the bulldog?
— Dasha.
— And I'm...
— Yegor, I know.
— Ummm? How?
— You're not the only one smoking with your girlfriends at night by the window, sorry, I have good hearing.
— Unexpected, well.
Silence hung in the air again, interrupted only by the sound of the small paw-steps of Boris. A veritable cloud of silence hung around the cabin, only from somewhere very far away, as if hundreds of kilometers from here, a car alarm was blaring.
— Damn, it really isn't working, we need to call somewhere.
— Okay, well probably 01, they're together with the rescuers there, I think.
— No, there should be a number on a poster here, shine the light here.
— All normal people are already sitting at home, sigh.
— Well, Boris and I went out for a longer walk, now it's even longer. By the way, I need to call my husband.
— No signal here on mine... Well, to hell with my husband, right, Yegor?
— Well, probably. Want some tequila? No lemon and salt, sorry.
— Wow, how timely, I won't refuse, I just wanted a drink.
Then someone knocked on the elevator doors, somewhere above, about three floors higher, as far as they could tell.
— We're here, lower!
After a minute, the knocking repeated a bit lower, apparently the person had gone down a floor by the stairs.
— We're lower!
Another minute later, the knocking repeated somewhere closer to the ceiling.
— We're here!
— Dasha, are you there?
Dasha's face changed sharply, as much as could be noticed in the light from the mobile phone.
— Yes, Sash, here. How did you guess?
— Well, the lights went out in the whole building, the computer turned off, I thought I'd go outside for some air, and the elevator isn't working, so I knocked on the door a couple of times.
— Did it help?
— No, as you can see. How long have you been there?
— Since the lights went out — that's when we got stuck.
— Who is this "we"?
— Me and my lover, his name is Leopold!
— What are you talking about there?
— No, really, Leopold is so handsome, not like you, and dresses normally, not like a thug.
— Dash, that's enough.
— No, it's not enough! Right now I'm holding his dick, he at least washes it once a week!
Yegor smirked,
but didn't intervene in their squabble. And then he felt someone's hand land on his crotch. And whose hand could it be, if not Boris's. Yegor was speechless and carefully removed her hand, but she just put a finger to her lips and began to unzip his jeans. Yegor was taken aback and simply couldn't understand what was happening anymore.
— Leopold isn't stingy and buys new underwear once every five years, not like yours, inherited from your great-grandfather, knee-length with stripes, and then with polka dots.
— Dasha, enough! There's no one there with you, just say it!
— No, there's Leo's dick here, can I say that? It's already swelling in my hand, so hot... mmm...
That's exactly what was happening in reality, only not with Leo, but with Yegor, who no longer believed in the reality of what was happening. It seemed more like a stupid dream from a good binge. Dasha's fingers turned out to be surprisingly dexterous, deftly making their way into his underwear and already working there in full swing. His dick grew larger with every second, and one thought pounded in Yegor's mind — come what may.
— Leo loves me so much that he agreed to trim the hair on his cock a little, so it would at least be visible in that thicket.
— Dasha, why these reproaches again now? Haven't I given you enough?
— Oh, but Leo can give me his dick to play with, not just immediately huffing and puffing on top of me, right, Leo?
She had already pulled his underwear down lower, slowly running her hand along his entire dick. Now it stood like a rod and pulsed slightly in her hand. Now she speeds up the pace, and Yegor catches her gaze and asks the silent question "What's happening?!", to which she only smiles, puts a finger to her lips, and gestures for him to wait.
— And remember you always begged me — suck it, suck it... What a disgusting word. But now I want to "suck" Leo's myself.
— Well, what's gotten into you again? Enough already!
Before Yegor could blink, the head of his dick was captured by Dasha's tight lips, and a second later a wave of light brown hair fell on his stomach, hiding everything that was happening from view. Yegor felt how warm her little tongue was, felt her fingers fiddling with his balls, but saw nothing. Deciding to correct this injustice, he gathered her hair, wound it slightly around his palm, and accidentally gave it a little tug. Unexpectedly for him, this only made her mouth start working on his dick more energetically.
— And now Leo wants me to rub my breasts against his dick, what a mischief-maker, right, darling? I'm taking off my cloak, which my mom gave me, taking off the sweater I knitted myself, damn it, you never gave me anything like that. And there's nothing underneath, and my nipples are pointing in different directions, and they're already all like little stones, how do you like that.
What was happening in the elevator was no different from what Dasha described, with the only difference being that it wasn't the mythical Leopold observing it, but the very real Yegor, whose mind was in complete turmoil. She grabbed his dick, made him stand up, and she herself got on her knees. Then, in some kind of frenzy, she tore off her clothes, exposing her breasts with erect nipples, squeezed his dick between them. Yegor, no longer in control of himself, began to move up and down, playing with his fingers on her small nipples, which indeed turned out to be incredibly hard.
— Leopold likes my nipples and he can caress them as long as I need, not immediately squeeze my breast with his whole paw like it's some sack. Leo can be gentle...
— Dasha, are you completely drunk there? Or something worse?
— And now Leo is going to come on my chest, cool, right? Oh, but you don't like that, you burn with anger that it's dirty and humiliates me. Oh, come on, Leo, humiliate me, I'm a dirty slut!
— That's it, and you were afraid, Sash! Leo is so cool...
— I've had enough! You're sick!
Yegor, through the pounding of his heart, heard a door slam and silence fell, broken only by their rapid breathing. Dasha, in the dim light of the mobile, licked his dick clean, wiped her chest with a tissue, and just smiled mysteriously. Just as Yegor began to comprehend anything — that's when the elevator technicians appeared.
***
Probably a week had passed, Yegor had started to think it was definitely a dream, as he hadn't seen Dasha anywhere since. One morning, the dead elevators again refused to work and Yegor was slowly descending the stairs. Suddenly from behind he heard the familiar patter of small paws, sure enough, Boris was hurrying towards him, tongue hanging out. After petting him, Yegor only then realized what kind of meeting might await him and went completely cold, even though there was no reason to fear Sasha. But soon his gaze first met small sneakers, then slender legs, a skirt. One weight lifted from his heart, but another immediately thundered down. How to look her in the eyes?
After a long kiss, he finally came to his senses, pulled away and asked probably the most banal question:
— What are we doing?
— I don't know.
— What about him?
— To hell with him, kiss me, not his.
— What?...
A door slammed somewhere above. Then she shuddered all over and quickly pulled him into the vestibule between the stairs and the shared balcony, quickly pulling down his pants. Yegor took her by the hands and lifted her up.
— Is that him coming?
— Yes, I know my own door.
Her hands, however, had already pulled down his underwear and were quite shamelessly kneading his half-erect dick. She smelled of shower and freshly washed clothes, and also of some vice, a prohibition. Yegor didn't understand anything and tried several times to lift her from her knees, but by the time Sasha, suspecting nothing, passed just about two meters away behind the wooden door, Yegor was already fiercely hiking up her skirt and tearing her tights...