GoingUp

Going Up

Lena Matthews

Watching Koko Brown’s kinky
elevator exhibitions has become the best thing about Reese Desoto’s Tuesdays
and Thursdays. As head of security of Sarraf Enterprises, he’s been keeping two
very attentive eyes on the dark-skinned beauty and her naughty habits, but he’s
over sharing her performances with all the other men in security. He’s ready
for a private show.

Koko always feared that one day
her elevator fetish would get her in trouble, but she never thought her
comeuppance would appear in the form of a man as devastatingly handsome and
commanding as Reese. To her delight though, instead of reprimanding her, Reese
offers her access to a private elevator, one in which she can be as wicked as
she pleases for an attentive audience of one. All she has to do is step in,
strip down and enjoy the ride.

Chapter One

“Mr. Desoto.”

The voice of Reese’s senior officer blared out into the
otherwise quiet office. Without looking up from the document he was filling
out, Reese picked up his cell phone that also moonlighted as a walkie-talkie
and pressed the send button. “Yes, Calverton.” He released the button as he
awaited the reply.

“Sir, you instructed me to inform you when Ms. Brown made an
appearance.”

Oh that’s right. It’s Tuesday.
Interest piqued, Reese
laid his pen down and sat back in his chair. “Is she on her way up or on her
way down?”

“Up, sir.”

Reese smiled.
Perfect
. He hadn’t missed the show yet.
“I’ll be there in two minutes.”

“Sounds good, sir.”

Standing, Reese snapped the phone into the holster on his
belt and grabbed his navy suit jacket. He slipped it on as he left his office
and made his way down the hall to the security office. Taking off his badge, he
swiped it down the ID reader then twisted the door handle and entered the room
filled with shots of almost every possible angle of the large high-rise.

“Gentlemen,” he said as he came farther into the room. “How
are things going?”

“Good.” Billy Calverton set his coffee cup on the table and
smiled up at Reese. “Glad to see you could make it to the noon showing.”

“I do what I can.” Reese stood behind the two men sitting in
front of the wall of monitors and ran his gaze over every screen, trying to
pick out the familiar face. “Where is she?”

“She got off on the fifteenth floor,” Calverton replied.

“Not true. She hasn’t
gotten
off yet. Hopefully soon
though. I tell you, gentlemen, she’s the reason I wake up on Tuesdays and
Thursdays. You know, I don’t normally find black women attractive, but she is
sexy. I mean, even her name sounds delicious. Koko Brown. Num, num, nummy.”

Reese dropped his gaze to Gordon Putney, the heavyset
security officer who’d spoken. The dislike he felt for the other man rose
inside him swift and sharp. Although Koko’s presence had long since become the
end all, be all of his Tuesdays and Thursdays, Reese detested the slimy tone to
the other man’s voice when he spoke the words Reese thought.

Turning, Reese grabbed the clipboard off the wall and
dropped it down on the desk in front of the idiotic man. “Putney, time to do
your rounds.”

Putney glanced down at his wristwatch then up at Reese and
frowned. “I don’t have to do that for another half-hour.”

“Start early.”

“But…”

Reese arched a brow and waited for the other man to finish.
He really hoped Putney would protest again, just to give Reese a reason to send
him packing, other than his general dislike of the bothersome fellow.
Unfortunately though, the other man was a bit brighter than Reese thought
because he wisely closed his mouth, rose to his feet and ambled from the room
as if every step he took was more painful than the last.

Calverton chuckled as the door shut behind the muttering
man. “You’ve fucked up his whole damn day.”

“Good.” Reese shook his head as he glanced back toward the
monitors. “Remind me to fire him tomorrow.”

“I’ve been reminding you of that since the day he started.”

“True.”

“You should have seen his face when I contacted you. He was
not a happy camper. Said I was ruining all his fun by calling you down.”

It probably was the only fun the rat bastard got. “Ask me
the biggie.”

Calverton played along. “Do you care?”

“Hell no.”

“Didn’t think so, but figured it was still best to ask.
Check it out,” Calverton pointed to the center screen with the antenna of his
walkie-talkie. “Your lady is back.”

“Mmm…so she is.” Reese watched as the attractive
African-American woman slipped into the busy car. Her wavy brunette hair
bounced around her shoulders as she made her way to the back of the
semi-crowded elevator, lugging her small rolling cooler behind her.

This was the part he didn’t have to see to know what would
happen next. It was the same every time she came in. He knew her routine by
heart. After dropping off her deliveries, instead of taking the elevator going
down to leave, she would always get on the one going up. No matter how full or
empty the lift was, she always went to the very back and placed the rolling
cooler in front her. Then the real fun would begin.

Calverton pulled the keyboard closer to him and typed for a
couple of seconds. When he was done, the elevator Koko was on dominated every
screen. With a few more clicks, the camera zoomed in on the brown-skinned
beauty leaning back against the wall. She had a firm grip on the handle of her
cooler, and the other one was hiding behind the container.

From the little smile that appeared on her full lips, he
could just imagine where her hand was and why.

Naughty little vixen.

“She’s looking very nice today.” As she did every time he’d
seen her. But today she looked especially lovely. The white form-fitting
T-shirt she wore showcased her full, lush-looking breasts while advertising the
name of the gourmet sandwich shop she co-owned front and center. With the
shirt, she wore a fall-colored plaid kilt-style skirt that was as short as it
was sexy. Her outfit reminded him of a naughty version of a schoolgirl uniform,
and with a figure like hers, he was more than willing to keep her after school.

While Reese was busy salivating, Calverton tilted his head
to the side and peered intently at the screen. “I wonder if she has any food
left in her cart.”

Amused, Reese spared the other man a quick look. “One of the
sexiest women in the world is masturbating in an elevator full of people and
all you can think about is your stomach.”

“Hey, I can’t see her hand because that stupid cooler goes
all the way up to her belly, but I can see the deli sandwich logo, and it’s
making me hungry.”

Reese didn’t need to see her hand to know where it was. It
was more than obvious by the way her teeth sank into her bottom lip and her
breasts rapidly rose and fell under the scoop-cut shirt she wore, but if
Calverton wanted to be blind, deaf and dumb, Reese was more than pleased to let
him. “Good, that’s all you need to see.”

“You know, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t know she
existed.”

“True.” Calverton had pulled Reese aside after noticing
Koko’s strange riding habits. Always mindful of corporate spies, Reese had
requested a full investigation of the deli company she co-owned, only to find
nothing noteworthy. Unsatisfied with the findings, he had Calverton and Putney
pore over the archived security tapes. What the two men discovered changed
Reese forever. “Which is the only reason I haven’t kicked you out of the room.”

“Yet.”

Reese nodded. “Yet.”

If the elevator emptied before it hit the bottom floor, the
other man would have to go. Koko always got a little bit more risqué when she
was the only one left in the lift. She never completely undressed or pushed the
cart out of the way while she fingered herself, but she would do other things,
like slip her hand inside her blouse and play with her nipples as she strummed
her clit.

He’d caught her doing that on several occasions, he even had
a special little DVD he’d made of her most memorable moments, but that wasn’t
something he shared with his subordinates. He was already mad enough he had to
share this part with them. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he
realized he really had to bring an end to all their fun. Including Koko’s.

“Looks like there isn’t going to be much of a show today,”
Calverton said, drawing Reese’s attention back to him. “She’s only a few floors
from the lobby and it doesn’t look like it’s going to empty completely before
she gets there.”

“I wouldn’t say I’ve missed out.”

“No,” Calverton agreed.

“No.” Reese rose. “But I do think it’s time I arrange for a
private viewing.”

“Private. That’s no fun for me,” Calverton teased
good-naturedly.

“Which is why I know it’s a good idea.”

With that parting shot, Reese exited the security room and
walked quickly toward the bank of elevators near the rear of the building. By
the time he made it over there, she was already out of the lift and heading in
his general direction and out of his life again.

He knew she would be back in just two days, but it was two
days too many. It was time for a face-to-face, and he knew exactly how to
arrange it. As she went to pass him, he stepped in her way.

A look of surprise flashed across her face as she drew up
short in front of him. Up close, she was even lovelier than he’d imagined. Her
skin was the color of copper, her eyes as dark and rich as chocolate. She was
cock-hardening, jaw-dropping beautiful, and just inches away from him for once.

She flashed him a quick, polite smile then moved to step
around him, but Reese countered, refusing to let her by.

“Uhh, excuse me, Great Wall, mind moving out of the way?”

“Actually, Ms. Brown, I mind very much.”

She jerked back at his words. “Do I… Do I know you?”

“No ma’am, but I know you.” He pulled out his badge and
showed it to her. He wanted to eradicate any fears she might have about talking
to him. “I’m Reese Desoto, Head of Security.”

“Head of Security?” Koko frowned. “Is everything okay, Mr.
Desoto?”

It was more than okay, or it would be in just a few minutes.
“Let’s discuss this in my office.”

She didn’t budge an inch. “First tell me what it concerns.”

“Let’s just say it concerns your,” he paused in search of
the right word, “unique penchant for elevators.”

The color drained from her face. “I don’t know what you’re
talking abou—”

Reese pointed to a small black globe-like shape on the
ceiling to the right of him. “In a place like this, Ms. Brown, even the cameras
have cameras.”

“Ca—cameras?”

“Yes ma’am. So if you would be so kind as to come with me.”

“O…kay,” she said hesitantly.

Keeping his expression neutral, Reese waved his arm in the
direction of his office. “Right this way, ma’am.”

Koko was going to jail. She knew it as surely as she knew
her own name and there was nothing she could do about it. This was all kinds of
wrong. She didn’t belong in the slammer. She was a good person. She paid her
taxes, she never kicked cats, despite hating them more than reality TV shows,
and she always went to church…when someone died.

Besides it wasn’t as if she’d been flashing people or made
it obvious she was masturbating. In fact, it was the exact opposite. She went
out of her way to make sure people
didn’t
notice. That was why she
parked her portable cooler in front of her. So what if what she did was a
teeny, tiny bit illegal. The important thing was she hadn’t been hurting
anyone. If anything, she needed therapy for her fetish, not prison bars and
orange jumpsuits. This wasn’t fair.

Oh, who was she kidding? She probably did deserve everything
that was coming her way tenfold, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try
to talk herself out of being a guest of the State. She should have known her
luck wouldn’t hold up.

Nervous, Koko stole a glance at the Gestapo marching her to
his office as if he were a fifth-period teacher in charge of taking a wayward
student to the principal’s office. Surprisingly for a
führer
, he was
extremely hot. The handsome Caucasian man was as masculine as she was feminine,
with broad shoulders, a strong jawline and dark-brown hair cut in a classic Ivy
League style. He towered over her five-six frame by leaps and bounds, which,
strangely, was as intimidating as it was sexy. And if he hadn’t been the one
about to fuck up her entire life, she might have flirted with him a bit.

“Here we are.” He opened the door then stepped back to allow
her to enter. “After you.”

“Thank you.” Head held high, Koko walked into his office.
She glanced around the stylish room, a bit shocked at the size and luxury of
it. For a rent-a-cop, his office was the biz.

The door closing behind her rang out sharply in the
otherwise silent room, much in the way she imagined the door of her cell would.
Just thinking about all that metal made her a little lightheaded. She was going
to pass out.

Or throw up.

Or maybe both.

“Have a seat please and make yourself comfortable.” He went
around his desk. “This will take just a moment.”

His words weren’t reassuring at all, but she accepted his
offer out of fear her legs wouldn’t be able to keep her upright for long. While
she was stressing and trying to think of ways to ask her mom for bail money, he
calmly unbuttoned his jacket then took his seat. Tensing, she waited for the
interrogation to begin, but to her surprise, instead of lighting into her, he
brought his keyboard closer to him and began to type.

After a few seconds of silent nothingness, Koko began to
concentrate on regulating her breathing. Thankful for the time to come up with
a scheme to keep herself from going to the big house. By the time he was done,
she had herself more under control and a plan in mind. It was called bluffing.

Koko cleared her throat, drawing his attention to her. She
flashed him her best smile, making sure her dimples were on full display. “Mr.
Desoto, I’m not sure—”

“Reese,” he interrupted.

Confused, she frowned. “Grease?”

His lips twitched. “Reese. My name is Reese. You can drop
the Mr. Desoto.”

Well, at least the person who was holding her life in his
hands was polite. “Okay, Reese,” she tried again, smiling even bigger than before.
“I think there might be some misunderstanding.”

“Really?” He picked up a small remote control, pointed it at
an abstract painting on his wall and clicked a button. “I think I understand
just fine.”