The Elevator Ninety-Nineth 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.

Luci, a 22-year-old attractive woman, entered the elevator.  She saw the elderly woman and her aide already inside.  They were smiling at each other.

Luci pressed her floor and then stood standing facing the elevator doors.  A short while later, she heard a short thud and then felt someone squeezing her butt.

Luci turned around and saw the elderly lady wearing a grey dress.  Her cane had fallen to the floor.  The woman was still holding on to Luci's butt, but her other hand had risen and was now scratching at Luci's breast.  Her aide hand moved forward and was trying to steady the elderly woman around her waist..  The entire incident lasted about two seconds until the elderly lady could be steadied and the cane returned to her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Deary" the elderly woman apologized.

"I'm afraid she's not as stable on her feet as she used to be," the aide confirmed.  "She must have slipped."

"It's quite alright.  I'm glad she didn't fall."

"Me too," the aide reiterated.

Luci turned around, put her hands on her hips, and smiled.  She was happy that she could help stop that sweet old lady from falling.

When the elevator got to the 99th floor, Luci got out but not the two ladies.  They pressed the button to return to the Lobby.

"Did you see the butt on that chick?" the elderly lady enthused to her aide.

"F$$kiin' epic!"

"I swear I grabbed her ass so tightly, I could tell she was wearing a thong." 

"She was?"

"Yeap, I swear.  I felt it.  I felt up her ass crack."

"So f#$kin kewl.  Next time it's my turn."

"No problem bro.  No one suspects a thing."

"Nope.  Not even that girl who you fell right into her huge tits.  You almost ripped her buttons off."

"Her boobs were so large, the buttons were only hanging on by a thread anyway.  Was it my fault I had to grab onto her shirt to keep from falling?"

"It was definitely your fault."

"She didn't know that.  All I have to do is say I'm sorry and call them 'Deary' or "Sweetie' and they don't suspect a thing."

They may look like an elderly woman with her aide, but in their heads, they felt like horny fifteen-year-old boys.

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