Elevator (closed for TheRPGuru)

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"Is that her?"

"I think that is..."

"Oh my god, what is Angela del Raye doing at this hotel???"

"Must be that new movie shooting downtown..."

Angela del Raye heard the chatter following her as she made her way to the elevator, and just smiled softly as she stepped inside. Her lush, curvaceous hips and bottom swayed hypnotically back and forth as she walked, accentuating her long, shapely legs. Her hips and her full breasts stretched the shimmering fabric of her scarlet dress, worn at the behest of her agent, and her heart-shaped face bore just enough makeup to highlight her features. Her wavy black hair fell in waves down to the small of her back, and her gray eyes sparkled with good humor.

The doors began to close... was anyone else going to join her? Probably not... being a famous actress tended to intimidate people...
 
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"Excuse me! Excuse me! Hold that door please." Jason cried as he darted toward the elevator, with a spin sideways move he stumbled into the elevator just time time.

"Ah perfect." He said with a smile to the woman in the shimmering dress. "I never catch these things."

He turned and pressed the button for his floor leaned against the side of the compartment. His gaze turned to the woman with him. She seemed way overdressed and over makeup ed for an elevator ride. She also seemed way too beautiful to be a real person.

"So you seemed dolled up for a night on the town. You gonna party hard at the Sizzlers? They have an awesome all you can eat salad bar." He asked her. "Stay away from the blue cheese dressing though, it'll back you up for a week."
 
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Angela turned to face her fellow passenger, a look of amused disbelief on her face. Had he really just said that? Did he have any idea who he was talking to? Then again, in a way it was kind of refreshing to be talked to like a real person -- and at least he had asked an actual question and not "can I have your autograph?" or "are your sex scenes in Blackshark II: Riptide real or fake?"

"Actually, I just got back from a photoshoot," she replied. "And tonight my idea of partying hard is to go up to my suite, get into some pajamas, and crash on the bed and watch Netflix on my laptop." Yes, even celebrities enjoyed some Netflix and chill without the chill part.

Out of pure curiosity, she smiled at the man and asked "So what's your name? And what brings you to this hotel?"
 
Jason nodded, "Ah yes. The infamous Netflix and chill alone in the dark until you pass out. Im a pro at that." He told her, letting his gaze drop just enough to get a look at the stellar body in the dress. She was certainly pretty enough to be a model, but he wasn't aware of who she was. Though he didn't watch much television despite his previous joke.

He smiled and held out his hand, "I'm Jason Schmidt, I'm here on business, well I'm always somewhere on business. I do market relations and sales for a toy company. Basically I am grown man who gets paid to travel around the country and show off action figures." He grinned. "Living the dream I guess."

Suddenly the elevator jerked to a halt violently, sending both people tumbling against the walls. The lights went out only to be replaced by back up red dim lights that bathed the box in a stop sign red glow.
 
She couldn't help it -- she laughed softly at his remark. God, it was SO good to talk to a real person for once, not some bootlicking reporter or agent or Hollywood exec.

"I'm Angela." She left it at that for now and shook his hand. "Toy company? That actually sounds pretty fun. Do you get to keep free samples?" She wondered if he happened to work at one of the companies that had produced figures for a few of her films... nah, he would have recognized her if that were the case...

When the elevator jerked to a halt she let out a most unladylike "shit" as she flailed to catch her balance. Without thinking she grabbed onto his shoulders to steady herself.
 
Jason reflexively put his Han around her waste as she fell against him. "Shit!" He spat almost at the same time she did. Once the elevator was still Jason gently pushed her away from him. "You alright Angela?" He asked.

He turned toward the control panel and jerked opened the emergency panel to grab the call phone. The dial was dead, no tone no nothing. He shook his head and turned back toward her. "Dead."

He dug into his pants and jerked his cell phone out. The phone beeped at him that there was no signal. "Fuck me sideways with an umbrella." He spat. "Most reliable network my fat cock." He said, "You got a phone on you?"
 
Despite the intensity of the situation, she couldn't help but laugh. Damn, it was good to just be around someone normal for once, someone not fake. Even if they were stuck in an elevator together... okay, so that was less than good. Especially with no way to contact the outside world.

"It's in my hotel room," she sighed. "I'm sorry." Then, she couldn't help herself. "How do you fuck someone sideways?"
 
Jason grunted and shook his head, "Damn it, I guess we are stuck until the power comes back on." He sighed as he realized she had asked him a question about the sideways fucking.

"What? Oh? It's complicated. You have to lay in a weird angle and basically be a master of yoga. It's a whole big thing." He slumped down against a wall and sat down.

He looked up at her and gestured for her to sit. "Might as well sit down, we might be here a while. Do you know how to pattycake?"

He cleared his throat. "Sorry I make a lot of jokes. I don't have a reliable shut off for my mouth." He smiled weakly at her.
 
She sat down beside him, taking care to arrange her legs so he couldn't sneak an easy look up her skirt. "It shouldn't take too long, right? I mean, they won't just forget us here, I hope."

She had to smile at his chatter. "I don't mind it, Jason. I think it's kind of cute. And if it helps you in a stressful situation, that's good, right?

"As for patty-cake... I dunno, I was always more of a truth-or-dare girl." She laughed.
 
Jason shook his head, "Oh no! You're not going to get me playing truth or dare. Last time that happened I ended up in a dress smaller than the one you have on right now and that is not a good look in jail. On a side note, I have a pen pail in county lock up named Bill Cocknocker. Sweet guy....if you can forgive the rapes."

He looked over at her. "So what do you do Angela?" He asked, "Just modeling? Or do you more than that?"
 
That got her raising an eyebrow. "You really do have a warped sense of humor." Not that she was going to whine about it. She was a bit sick of political correctness nowadays anyhow.

"You know... I really can't believe you haven't recognized me before now," she admitted. "But I act. I'm an actress. Angela del Raye."
 
Jason raised an eyebrow. "You're an actress!?" He cried in disbelief. "Oh thank my stars, I am trapped with a movie star!" He laughed and clapped his hands. "Tell me have you met Ryan Reynolds. I here he is so dreamy."

Jason smiled and nudged her. "No that's cool. Honestly though, I am on the road too much to watch much TV and I never catch a movie in the theaters. Toys don't sell themselves you know." He told her with a shrug, "I wonder if I should be all nervous now." He smirked.
 
"No, I haven't met Ryan Reynolds," she laughed. "We've never been in a film together and he's hard to pin down at awards shows and dinners. Maybe in the next Blackshark film -- maybe my spy femme fatale character can go up against Deadpool?"

She sighed softly. "Please don't be nervous. Believe it or not... most of us are perfectly normal people when the cameras aren't on us." She uncrossed her legs, relaxing slightly, forgetting her skirt was too short to allow for that kind of move.
 
Jason let his eyes wander. He couldn't help himself, she was hot. Celebrity or model or whatever she was, it was well deserved with her smooth good looks. She uncrossed her legs and instantly his gaze went to the golden treasure box between every woman's legs.

He smirked at the glimpses of her panties. "You actors are just regular people. Wearing tight panties just like everyone else." He said, turning his head away as if he hadn't been looking right between her legs.

"You know Angela I don't want to scare you but, I don't think that power will be back anytime soon. Feel free to pee in that far corner if you need too." He said shifting himself into a more comfortable sitting position.
 
She yelped and quickly shut her legs. "Oh! Oh you little..." She slapped at him, but more playfully than actually angry. "Don't go around telling people I wear thongs, all right? And no thank you... I don't have to pee yet."

Angela leaned back against the wall. "I should say that if I showed you my panties, I should get to see you in your boxers or briefs, huh?"
 
"See that, my dear, is called entrapment. I learned that from a little film called Entrapment." He said shaking his head. "I don't show anyone my boxers without at least a three drink minimum, and unless you are hiding beer cans under your tits, you don't appear to have payment." He mocked, shaking his head.

"Now to see my dick, well that's only a one drink payment. Don't ask how it makes sense, it is just the way my momma raise me." He smiled at her, he was having fun with her, despite their little situation.
 
"I think your math is a little off there," she laughed. "I don't have a beer on me, but I can always offer you a rain check." She winked at him. She was flirting, yes, but they were stuck in an elevator together. Who was going to see?
 
Jason smiled and looked at her. She was being awfully flirty for a movie star. He wondered if he was being prank ed and this whole elevator thing was staged. Or perhaps she was legit and merely wanted a chance to cut loose away from the prying public eye.

"You know if I didn't know any better I would think you are coming onto me Ms. Del Raye." He teased. "You don't have a hidden camera stashed somewhere right?"

Jason had never been overly shy. He had done some crazy shit, especially in college. His hands moved toward his fly. "You show me yours, I'll show you mine?" He asked. "Think of it as a truth or dare...except this is a double dare. Where you will see a penis."
 
"No camera," she replied. "Believe me... I have more to lose here if there's a camera here." All she wanted was a chance to cut loose and have a little fun, without the eyes of the world on her.

"Let's hope you have a good one, then," she laughed, and hiked up her skirt, revealing a barely-there thong concealing a neatly shaved pussy -- it didn't do good in her line of work to have too much hair...
 
Jason's breath caught in his throat as she hiked up her dress to reveal her panties to him. Well if you could call them panties. A thin thong that hid very little from his eyes, her puffy labia and smooth sweet looking slit was outline so clearly, she might not have been wearing anything at all.

"Wow look at that candy!" He said softly.

His hands worked open his jeans and pulled his fly down. He finished into his boxers and pulled his cock out through the pee hole. The situation and her teasing had brought some life to his cock, so he wasn't totally flaccid but he was nowhere near being hard.

He glanced over at her, "Well Angela, I present my limp dick! Better than winning an Oscar huh?" He teased.
 
She had to crack a laugh. "Believe it or not, I've seen worse. You'd be amazed at how many of those movie stars girls drool over are not well-equipped at all." Not that the sex scenes in many of her movies consisted of more than just lightly grinding bodies together. She wasn't THAT kind of actress...

"Maybe THIS will bring a little more life to your acting performance." And she hiked the dress higher, until she'd pulled it off completely. She wore a bra, of course -- but that vivid red number didn't hide much, and she looked ready to spill out of it at any moment...
 
Jason's eyed widened at her boldness and her body. Fuck she was in stellar shape, and yet maintained that sexy look only the hottest of women could keep. His dick quivered with life as he climbed to his feet.

He stood before her and looked down at her, his dick right in front of her face. "Well I guess we know exactly how we are gonna kill time don't we?" He said expectingly.
 
She knew she shouldn't be doing this. This was a VERY bad idea. And yet... it had been so long since she did something wild and daring, without having to worry about the cameras seeing her. Who was going to know?

"I don't know," she purred, grinning up at him. "You don't look too... up to the challenge at the moment. But maybe I can help with that..."

And with that, her hand closed around his cock, stroking it sweetly, her mouth inches away and ghosting warm breath over it. If they were going to fool around in here, she'd better have something to work with...
 
"Oh good girl!" Jason moaned as her fingers grabbed him. Her mouth moved close and it was all his dick needed to start turning into a rod of incredible steel in her grip. It occurred to him that he was fucking around with a Goddamn movie star! Better put in that Maximum Effort.

He watched his dick grow in her hand, bigger, thicker and longer. Until he was too big for just one hand to grip it, the tip of his dick pushing forward until it closed the distance between it and her lips. He laughed as his tip kissed her lips as if saying hello.

"Oh look! He likes you!"
 
She giggled and kissed the tip softly. "Oh good! What would you have done if he didn't like me?" She stroked the length again, kissing it softly up and down, letting her lips work their magic. Then she applied her tongue, giving the softest of moans as she licked up and down the shaft.

"Ever imagined you'd be doing this?" she whispered -- it wasn't clear if she was saying that to Jason or to his cock.
 
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