Chapter 1: Ass Sandwich Center
The elevator doors groaned shut with a sound like a tomb sealing. The lights flickered once, then settled into a sickly yellow hum. Benjamin Hayes stood frozen, his portfolio case clutched to his chest like a shield. The air was already thick, carrying a stale, metallic tang underneath a cocktail of perfumes—jasmine, sandalwood, something sharp and clean.
He wasn’t alone.Four women occupied the space, each towering over his five-foot-nine frame. They seemed to absorb the scant light, their presence making the elevator feel suddenly, claustrophobically small.
“Well, fuck me,” drawled a voice to his left.He glanced over. A woman with jet-black hair cut in a severe bob looked down at her phone, her emerald eyes flicking to him with amusement. She was easily six-four, dressed in a tailored pantsuit that did nothing to conceal her powerful build.This was Cassie.“Gridlock on the 10th. We’re not moving.”
A laugh, raucous and unapologetic, came from his right.“Perfect!I fucking hate punctual people. It’s a sign of a guilty conscience.” This one had a cascade of fiery red curls and freckles across her nose. Rita.She wore paint-splattered cargo pants and a tight tank top. She stretched her long arms above her head, her back arching. A low, subtle pffft echoed in the confined space, followed by a warm, earthy odor that mixed with the perfumes. Benjamin’s nose twitched.
The largest of them, a muscular woman with a shaved head and intricate tattoos snaking up her neck, merely grunted.Simone. She leaned against the back wall, arms crossed over her broad chest.Her eyes, dark and assessing, were fixed on Benjamin. He felt physically pressed by her gaze.
“It is a little warm in here, isn’t it?” The fourth voice was soft, melodic.Yuki.She had long, platinum hair and a serene smile. She gracefully shrugged off her light linen blazer, revealing a silky camisole underneath. “One must adapt to the environment.”
The elevator jarred slightly, then went still. The light buzzed angrily.
“Ah, for Christ’s sake,” Cassie sighed, slipping her phone into her pocket.She turned, her hip inadvertently brushing against Benjamin’s arm.He flinched. “Stuck. Just what I needed.”
“Could be worse,” Rita chimed in, a mischievous glint in her eye.“Could be stuck with a bunch of boring normies. But we’ve got… what’s your name, kid?”
“B-Benjamin,” he stammered, his voice cracking.“Benjamin,” Rita repeated, as if tasting the word. “Well, Benjamin, you’ve just won the lottery. Front-row seat to the freak show.” She patted her stomach and let out a longer, wetter fart, this one unmistakable. The sound seemed to vibrate in the still air.The smell, pungent and organic, flooded the compartment. Benjamin felt a hot flush creep up his neck.
Simone’s lips twitched into something near a smile.A deep, guttural chuckle rolled out of her. “Nice one, Rita.”
“A natural masterpiece,” Rita said, bowing slightly. She then turned, presenting her backside to the center of the elevator. She bent over, pretending to examine her boot, but the pose pushed her ass out.The worn fabric of her cargo pants stretched tight across her cheeks. They were right there, at his eye level.Cassie watched Benjamin’s reaction, her smirk widening. She mirrored Rita’s movement, leaning casually against the handrail, which thrust her own, more formidable rear into the space.Her suit pants strained against the curve.
“It is quite cramped,” Yuki murmured, her voice still soothing.She shifted, turning her body so she faced Benjamin. In doing so, her slender, toned backside grazed the front of his trousers. He sucked in a sharp breath.She looked over her shoulder, her blue eyes wide and innocent. “Oh, I do apologize.The space is just so limited.”
He was trapped. Truly, physically trapped. Rita’s denim-clad ass hovered to his right, Cassie’s sculpted one to his left. Yuki’s pert, pale cheeks pressed gently against his groin.He could feel the heat of her through both their clothes. And behind him, he sensed Simone’s immense presence, a wall of muscle and quiet power.His heart hammered against his ribs. Sweat prickled on his upper lip. He tried to shrink in on himself, but there was nowhere to go.The portfolio dug into his ribs. And beneath his panic, a traitorous heat pooled in his stomach.His cock, shamed and eager, began to stiffen in his chinos.
“God, it’s hot,” Cassie said, not moving an inch. She unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. “Anyone else starting to sweat?”
“Always,” Simone rumbled from behind him.Her voice was so close he could feel the vibration. She moved, not away, but somehow in.Her body settled against his back.He was engulfed. The hard planes of her muscles, the sheer mass of her, pressed into him from shoulder to thigh. And lower, much lower, he felt something else: a firm, thick pressure at the base of her spine, nudging against the cleft of his ass through their clothes.Benjamin’s breath hitched. His mind screamed, but his body betrayed him entirely. He was fully hard now, trapped between Yuki’s front and Simone’s back.
Rita, still bent over, twisted her head to look at him.Her eyes dropped to the visible bulge in his pants and her grin turned feral. “Looks like little Benjamin doesn’t mind the heat so much.”
“It… it’s not…” Benjamin tried, but the words died in his throat.
“It’s not what?” Cassie purred.She finally straightened, but only to turn and face him fully. Her emerald eyes bored into his.“Not polite to stare? Or not polite to get a raging hard-on in a confined space with four strangers?” She took a half-step forward.Her thigh slid between his.
“I think he’s overwhelmed,” Yuki said softly, her ass grinding back against him in a slow, deliberate circle.He whimpered.“The energy is very intense.Conflicting. The body doesn’t always know how to process it.”
Simone’s hands came to rest on his shoulders.They were huge, heavy. “Seems like it’s processing just fine,” she grunted, giving him a slight shake.Rita stood up and clapped her hands together. “I’m bored. Let’s play a game.” She pointed a finger at Benjamin’s crimson face.“Truth or Dare. But since we’re all adults and stuck in this shithole, we’ll call it ‘Show or Smell.’”
“I’m not playing,” Benjamin whispered.“Of course you are,” Cassie said flatly. Her tone left no room for argument.It was the voice she used in courtrooms. “You’re the guest of honor.Rita, you start.”
Rita’s eyes sparkled.“Simone. Show.”
Without a word, Simone released Benjamin’s shoulders.He heard the rasp of a zipper. Then her hands were on his hips, spinning him around roughly to face her. He hadn’t fully comprehended her size until now, until he was staring at the dense, tattooed flesh of her chest.She guided his head down, not gently.“Look,” she commanded.
There, emerging from a thatch of dark hair, was her cock. It was already half-erect, thick and heavy, the head a deep, flushed purple. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen—utterly intimidating, veined, and real. A bead of clear fluid welled at the tip.“Smell it,” Simone growled.He hesitated. A large hand cuffed the back of his neck, pushing his face forward. The musky, salty scent of her skin filled his nostrils.Underneath that, the distinct, primal odor of her arousal. He gagged, but the hand held him firm.His own dick throbbed painfully.
“Good boy,” Simone rumbled, releasing him. He stumbled back, right into Yuki, who steadied him with hands on his waist.“My turn,” Yuki sang.Her calm demeanor was gone, replaced by a predatory lightness. “Benjamin.Smell.”
He blinked, dazed. “W-what?”
“You heard her,” Cassie said.She had taken Simone’s place behind him now. He was surrounded again.“Choose. Rita or me.”
Rita whooped and immediately bent over, pulling down her pants and underwear in one swift motion. Her ass was freckled, the cheeks plump and pale. Before he could process it, Cassie’s hand was on the back of his head, applying steady pressure.
“Since you’re shy, we’ll choose for you,” Cassie said.His face was directed toward Rita’s exposed rear. The pink pucker of her anus was right before his eyes.It clenched once, then relaxed.
Then, with a low grunt from Rita, it opened. A hot, dense puff of air shot directly into his open mouth.The taste was foul, deeply organic, a concentrated blast of her previous gas. He choked, stomach lurching.Rita straightened, pulling her clothes up.“Direct hit! Fuck, that’s a good feeling.”
Tears sprang to Benjamin’s eyes. The taste lingered on his tongue, foul and humiliating. And yet, his cock wept a spot of moisture onto his underwear.Cassie leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “Your turn to give a command, Benjamin.Who’s it for? And what do you want?”
He was panting, his mind a static haze of shame and desperate, clawing desire. He looked at their faces: Rita’s triumphant glee, Simone’s stoic intensity, Yuki’s deceptive serenity, Cassie’s controlled hunger.He opened his mouth, his voice a broken rasp. “Cassie,” he breathed.“Show.”
Cassie’s predatory smile returned. “I thought you’d never ask.”
She pushed him down onto his knees. The dirty elevator floor grated against his trousers.She unzipped her own pants, freeing her erection. It was longer than Simone’s, perhaps slightly less thick, but elegantly shaped, the shaft smooth and flushed. She gripped the base and gave it a few slow, teasing strokes.
“Now,” she said, her voice dropping to a commanding whisper. “You’re going to show us what that pretty mouth is for.And you’re going to do it properly.”
The tip nudged against his lips. The taste of pre-cum, salty and slick, met his tongue. He closed his eyes, the last vestige of his resistance evaporating in the stifling, scented air. He parted his lips.The game was over.The real thing had begun. As he took her into his mouth, a ragged, broken sound escaping his throat, the elevator lights buzzed one final time and went out, plunging them into a darkness that was absolute.