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elevator
elevator
I looked at myself in the elevator's brushed chrome doors, and I looked like shit! It had been a long, hot day at the construction site. My T-shirt was stiff from dried sweat, and streaks of dirt covered it. My tan Carhartt pants drooped at the waist because I couldn’t be bothered to pull them up, and they bunched at the toes of my Wesco Jobmaster work boots. Those boots were covered in dust, with crusts of mud on the terrazzo floor that I most certainly brought in from my truck in the parking garage. My gold Carhartt jacket was also just as dirty, but not as soaked in sweat, as I didn’t wear it much today, only this evening as the sun went down. I kept my buckskin work gloves in the jacket pocket.
This fucking elevator always takes too long, especially when I'm nearly home. Too often the elevator doesn’t come all the way down to the garage, as many get off at the lobby and then ride up to their floor.
Finally, the doors open and I step into the cool elevator. The mirrors on the back of the elevator give me a clearer view of how rough I am. I pivot and press the button for the fourth floor. This building has five floors and was built in 2006; I bought it after viewing the model while I was working on the construction site. I have a great view over the river, across to the city.
With a slight jerk, the elevator starts rising, passes the first parking garage, and stops at the lobby. Before the doors open, I swear under my breath, this fucking thing always stops at the lobby.
The doors open and I look up to see no one waiting. What the hell? Why did we stop? I lean forward, press the Close Door button, and the elevator doors slide toward each other. Just as they start closing, a gloved hand reaches in; there's a bang as the door opens, and a police motorcycle cop steps in, in full uniform. His boots echo on the elevator floor, his eyes jangling; the cop spins to face the front and presses the button for the fifth floor.
As the door slides shut, I find this elevator ride, though brief, could be interesting. I see the cop holding his mail as he looks over at me, smiling and saying hello.
I nod in return, trying to check out his uniform and gear while staying casual. His boots are nicely polished, unlike mine. But I’m sure he doesn’t get on construction sites very often. His tan breeches tuck into the tops of his tall boots, with a blue stripe on the leg. He wears a duty belt that carries his weapons and a few leather cases that match his belt. This LEO wears a ballistic vest over his tan long-sleeve shirt. The vest carries many other items on his chest, including his cam and radio, many pens, a cellphone with a blue-line flag case, and a couple of pairs of handcuffs.
The elevator beeps as it passes the first floor. This thing moves very slowly as I take a quick moment to look at the cop's face, partly hidden by his baseball-style cap in tan with the department patch on the front. He was a handsome man of Hispanic descent. Like many in law enforcement, he kept his dark hair closely cropped, with short stubble.
But I was more interested in those fucking boots, so I didn’t spend much time looking at this officer’s face. I noticed the boots were a bit dusty with a few light scuff marks.
Another beep as the second floor is passed.
I glanced up to see the cop now involved, using his smartphone in his leather-gloved hands, when the elevator suddenly lurches, and the lights go out. I feel the floor drop, causing me to lose my balance. The cop also loses his balance and falls into the side wall. Another jerk hits as the elevator rises abruptly, then stops. I fall to the floor, face forward, as the elevator goes dark. Silence falls as we both stare, waiting to see what happens next.
Staying on the ground, I calm myself as I came close to shitting my pants as my life started to pass before my eyes.
The lights flicker, then come back on.
The alarm bell starts ringing as we gain our bearings.
The cop asks, as by instinct, “You alright?”
“Yeah, what the fuck happened?” I exclaim as I turn and look up to see the sheriff has pulled on his black balaclava that only reveals his eyes. His hat is on the floor.
Taking charge, the cop reaches over me and pushes the call button with his gloved thumb. A phone rings. After five rings, a female picks up. “What is your location?”
“Bow River Tower, the elevator has stopped between second and third floor.”
Damn, I think to myself, this dude is in full cop mode. He knows how to respond in an emergency. But why did he hide his face?
“Stay calm and we’ll get someone out there as soon as possible. Are the lights on in the unit?”
“Yes.”
“That’s good. Is there anyone injured or in need of medical attention?”
The cop's eyes looked down at me, now with a firm, in-charge attitude. “No, everything is just fine.”
“Understood. I’ll be in contact as soon as I have an ETA.”
A click sounds as the communication stops.
I feel the cop place one of his boots in the middle of my back. He presses it down to let me know he is taking charge. “Well fucker, you can get busy on my boot since we’re going to be here a while.”
The cop pushed down harder with his boot on my back, pushing out the air in my chest.
I struggle to look up at him, towering over me, with a questioning look on my face. “What do you want me to do?”
Laughing, the cop adds pressure to my back, “You been staring at my boots since I step onto this elevator. A faggot like you needs to taste the leather, so get to it.”
As I open my mouth to object to his insinuation, the cop slides his other boot into my lips. He lifts the toe of his boot and taps my face with it, “Get to work, fucker.”
While he can’t see my hard cock inside my work pants, the cop stops tapping as I don’t want to give away how excited I am to taste the polished leather of his Dehners.
I show the cop some hesitation as I slowly stick my tongue out and place the tip on the side of the foot of his boot. I slide it lightly across the leather, leaving a short trail of saliva that shines under the emergency lighting.
“You can do better than that!” The cop states with exasperation.
As I lick with a light touch, I hear Velcro as the cop opens one of the compartments on his duty vest. I hear the metal as his gloved hand grips my right wrist and lifts it to the middle of my back.
“You need some encouragement to do the job right.”
He takes my left wrist, and I can feel the cold metal against my skin as the cop cuffs my hands behind my back, leaving me lying on the dirty floor of the elevator.
The cop turns to me, checks out my dirty work clothes, and says, “We’re going to be here a while.”
I nod, my shyness taking over as my cock is stirring with the thoughts of those boots with my tongue on them.
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