The Elevator Eighteenth Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused trouble to others for his own amusement.  Cardonali had the ability to put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted to.  He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an elevator waiting to see who would get in.

Mitchell and his daughter Evelyn entered the elevator.  They were in the middle of a conversation.

"OK, Dad, I need sixty guests at my party.  The rest of the guests could be family."

"Sixty?"

"Yeah, thirty of my friends and their dates."

"Anything else you want?"

"Well there has to be an open bar and I want a DJ.  But not just any DJ, one of those DJs that know how to lead party games.  And when I say party games, I mean drinking games.  I'm turning twenty-one, it's time to get wrecked."

"I don't know."

Evelyn continued, "The music should be loud an..."

But Mitchell was only half listening.  He was picturing the party that Evelyn was describing.  A dark room, loud music. young adults in tight clothes, drinking their asses off, groping each other.  These kids would be doing all of this in front of Evelyn's relatives?  She wanted to have this party even though her young cousins and old grandparents would be there.

Mitchell didn't like the idea, not at first.  Then he realized how much fun it could be.  There would be hot guys there.  They would be gorgeous and young.  Evelyn's friends and her friend's friend's.  All just around 21-years-old.   Young, sexy, and out of control.

Mitchell could bring the hot intern he just hired.  At the office, Mitchell had to be professional, but after office hours he could figuratively let his hair down.  That man was so hot, he had the sexiest mustache. 

 Mitchell would ask him out tomorrow.

Mitchell was liking the idea of a party more and more, it would give him an excuse to buy a hot dress.  He really hadn't bought anything nice since his divorce. 

Mitchell had another idea.  He interrupted his daughter, "You know what would be fun, we could hire someone to come and entertain the party-goers."

Mitchell was thinking about hiring a male stripper.  That would be so hot, maybe a guy that came dress as a police officer or a fireman.  Something like that.

Mitchell was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, that he wasn't listening to what Evelyn was saying.  In the middle of describing what she wanted, she said, "I changed my mind, no alcohol.  Lots of my friends aren't 21 yet.  But we can play lots of party games.  You know like an egg-in-spoon race, and pin the tail on the donkey.  We need a pinata.  One filled with tons of candy..."

"You could hire someone, like a clown?  That would be great."

"He won't be a clown, but he will surely be fun."

The elevator doors opened and the pair continued their party plans.

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