The Elevator Sixtieth 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.

"Hold the door," Jemma called out.

When Jemma entered the elevator a young man of about sixteen or seventeen was already in there.

"Thank you, kind gentleman,"  Jemma said.  The boy stared at her for a second and then quickly looked away.  She could tell from his reaction that this young man was hot for her.  He was too young of course, she was over three times his age, but she could still make heads turn.  Even now, when she didn't have any makeup on.  Jemma enjoyed the reaction she got from men and boys.  She was hot and she knew it.

Jemma decided to give this boy a thrill.  She'll drop her purse and pick it up.  She knew exactly how to do it.

Jemma let her purse fall off her shoulder and onto the floor.  "Whoopsies," she said.   Then Cardonali got involved.  He swapped the personalities of the two people in the elevator.

The boy who was almost seventeen saw the shoulder bag on the floor.  He reached for it, but not in an ordinary way.  He bent from the waist keeping his legs straight, except for a slight bend in one knee.  His butt was up in the air and pointed at the other occupant in the elevator.

Scotti (he was Scott just a moment before) didn't look directly at 'the boy' across from her, she looked at his face in the mirrored surface of the elevator.  She recognized the "O" expression immediately.  This boy was hot and bothered.  She bet if she just brushed her hand over the boy's crotch for a second, he would cream.  She loved it.  That wouldn't be satisfying for her if he was her boyfriend, but knowing she could do it made her feel hot herself.

Scotti straightened up and found that not only did she have her purse, but some keys too.  The boy must have dropped them.

"Lose something?" Scotti asked.

"Uh, N-N-N-No," James formerly Jemma answered.

"Aren't these yours?" Scotti said producing the keys.

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

"No, problem."  Scotti gave James his keys.

"Thank you."

"Hey has anyone told you how cute you are?"  Then without waiting for an answer, "You're very cute, if I was just a few years younger we could go out."

James blushed but didn't say anything.  This hot older woman was flirting with him.  He didn't have the experience to know what to do.

"This is my floor.  I have to go!"  Then Scotti exited the elevator.  She knew that James was watching so she purposefully wiggled her butt from side to side so the boy could see it as the doors closed.

Scotti reached into her purse and opened the door to her apartment.  She then fished out her cell phone and texted her boyfriend.  She felt a bit frisky.  Maybe he would like to take her out, even though it was the middle of the week.

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