Nicole and the Pantyhose Saleswoman

By Ella Ford

Getting trapped in an elevator on a Friday night is just what Nicole doesn’t need. And finding out that an engineer won’t be able to help her out until Saturday morning is the icing on the cake of an awful week. But Nicole isn’t alone in the elevator and her unlikely companion is about to change her life forever...

Evie Long is older, mature and supremely confident, a travelling pantyhose saleswoman with a packed samples case and long client list. But Evie Long sells more than just hosiery - she sells the whole sensual experience of wearing silky nylons. Her customers come from all walks of life - from powerful businesswomen to bored suburban housewives, each of them knowing that when they buy from Evie Long, their satisfaction is guaranteed.

As Evie begins to recount tales of her sordid, sapphic experiences, Nicole is about to find out that being trapped in an elevator with a pantyhose saleswoman is exactly what she does need.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ella Ford
• Release date: May 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463385067

Ella Ford

Ella Ford is a forty-something author with a filthy mind who writes mostly lesbian erotica with a dark twist, and has a thing for pretty feet and submissive maids! When not writing sizzling hot porn, Ella lives in a cabin in Oregon with three wonderful dogs!

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Nicole and the Pantyhose Saleswoman

by Ella Ford

Copyright © 2019 Ella Ford. All rights reserved.

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First published 2019 by Second Wolf Publishing

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. All characters are 18 or over. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Nicole

Chapter 2: Evie

Chapter 3: Nicole

Chapter 4: Evie

Chapter 5: Nicole

Chapter 6: Evie

Chapter 7: Nicole

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Chapter 1: Nicole

With a growing feeling of hopelessness, I hammered on the scuffed, red button on the elevator control panel, greeted each time with a warbling buzz that grated on my already frayed senses and did very little else.

I don’t think there’s anybody there, honey, said the woman behind me. She had her arms folded underneath her full breasts and was leaning back against the faded wood panel wall of the cramped box we were both stuck in.

They can’t just leave us here, I wailed, sounding like a spoiled child. I have midterms to study for! It was a lie. I was actually supposed to be meeting my friend Debs for drinks and dinner later on, then maybe going to catch a movie. But for some reason, I felt the need to give this older woman the impression that I was a far more conscientious college student than I actually was.

I turned back to the control panel and pressed the intercom button once more, letting it buzz for an almost intolerable amount of time. Then I let it go and sighed—

Hello, is anybody there? came a voice from the circle of holes that I presumed was a speaker.

Yes, hello! I said quickly, pressing the intercom button to speak. We’re stuck!

Slow down, honey, said the voice. He sounded slow and ponderous, like talking to a walrus. Lemme see now. You’re in, ah, elevator four, the Rosenburg Building, out in Midtown. Is that right?

Yes! I exclaimed, as if the simple statement of our location would magically solve our problems. I’m a courier, I was dropping off a parcel for—

Don’t need your life story honey, he interrupted rudely. I pulled back from the speaker and frowned, feeling curiously admonished. Tell me what the problem is.

The problem? I said, shaking my head in exasperation. The problem is the elevator broke and—

When?

When? Now… the elevator is broke now!

I mean, when did it break?

About five minutes ago.

Are you alone?

I turned around and glanced at the impossibly calm, middle-aged woman behind me. She looked thoroughly unruffled in her dark red skirt suit and matching heels. She smiled back at me.

"No, I’m not alone. There’s an, uh, woman here with me.

Okay, honey, he said. I sensed he was building up to deliver bad news. I’ve noted your position and put a request in to central and—

How long? I asked, lowering my head and sighing, not wanting to hear the answer. How long till you can get us out?

Well, here’s the thing—

How. Long?

The company’s been cutting back see, and it’s Friday night, so everyone knocks off at five and—

Tell me how long goddamn it! I snarled at the intercom.

Tomorrow morning. That’s the next time we’ve got an engineer on shift who can get to you, he said, sounding almost apologetic, but equally sounding as if he’d be at home in front of the TV with a beer in his hand by nine and this wouldn’t be his problem. You’ll be perfectly safe in there, honey—

I can’t be here all night, I wailed, I have plans!

Don’t know what to tell you honey, it’s outta my hands, he replied. I was convinced I could hear his shoulders shrug as he absolved himself of all responsibility. Buzz if you need anything.

The background hiss of the intercom faded off to nothing and the elevator fell silent. I put my palms flat against the wall and lowered my head.

Well, said the woman. Looks like it’s a sleepover. She smiled at me with a pleasant and warm expression and shook her head. Can’t be helped. Her accent was lilting and melodic, southern probably, but I couldn’t quite place it. Mind if I sit? My dogs are barking.

I shook my head and moved to the opposite wall of the elevator, and