Laid Aloft

Alison, a respectable lady returning to her office, somehow agrees to let two technicians show her the breathtaking views from the top of the building's communication tower. It isn't until she gets trapped between both hard hats on a narrow stairwell that she finds out she's the one providing the views. Breathtaking views though, that's true enough, especially when the guy down below begins taking an uninvited self guided tour. But since Alison can't go back down she's got no choice but to keep going up.

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I suppose I should feel rather guilty about what happened, but I don't. After all, I didn't set out to do anything wrong, only something out of my usual routine, and even that was a spur of the moment decision. I've wanted to tell somebody about it for a long time and now I've moved to a different city I've finally decided it's safe to write it down. I guess all I have to say to set the scene is that at the time I was a long married department manager for a big insurance company. My husband and I had our ups and downs but we got along as well as most couples do. A boring life mostly, I guess, until this particular day.

It all started when I came back to work from lunch. When I entered the lift two young men came into it with me. What was odd was that they were wearing hard hats and tool belts, which is not a common sight in a building with forty floors of offices. I hadn't noticed any renovation work being carried out anywhere so I wondered what they were doing.

One of them, a slim dark guy in his twenties, spoke to me about the weather, about how hot it was down in the streets. I agreed it was a unpleasant day and he said it was glorious where they were working, high up in the fresh air and with a fantastic view of the city; he said the pair of them were installing a new microwave dish on top of the communications tower on the roof of the building. I commented that they were probably working in the best place on such a day. The guy I was talking to was Tony -- or at least that was the name stenciled on his helmet.

The other guy had 'MARCO' lettered on his hard hat, and he was blue eyed and stocky, with muscular arms and shoulders like a weight lifter. He made a light hearted suggestion that I should come up to the top of the tower with them and see a view of the city that I'd probably never get a chance to see again.

Just then the elevator stopped at my floor and I replied that it might be fun but I had to get back to work. Tony glanced down at my ID badge, kind of sneered, then said: "No way, Marco, Ms (name deleted ) has to go and type up all the letters for her boss, or she'll be in big trouble."

I assumed he didn't know that the purple edge around my badge meant that I was a department manager. Afterwards, I found out he did know and it was all part of the trap. At the time though, I thought he really believed that I was just a middle aged, middle grade secretary at everybody's beck and call -- and that assumption angered me, exactly as it was meant to. So I pushed the button to close the doors again without getting out.

"I don't type letters for anybody and all the men who work for me are well enough trained to get by on their own -- for a while, anyway. I'll come up and take in the view for a few minutes."

Tony and Marco grinned at me and stepped aside deferentially when the elevator reached the top floor. Marco then led the way up two flights of an iron staircase to a door that he unlocked and opened.

"This is as high as the building goes -- the rest of the way is up the tower," he told me as if it were some kind of a challenge.

As soon as I stepped through the door onto the roof I knew I'd made a mistake. I've never been very fond of heights and I even hate looking out of my office window only halfway up the office block. Now we were so far above the city skyline that I felt a genuine touch of vertigo. But what was far worse was the communication tower itself. As high as we were already, it seemed to rear up into the sky above us like the Eiffel Tower. Even more disturbing to me was that the thin aluminum cladding around it seemed to be shifting and creaking even in the light wind which was blowing.

I couldn't believe my legs were actually carrying me towards it, even with Tony's arm pressing lightly around my back to coax me on. I wanted nothing more than to turn around and go back. Marco had already relocked the staircase door behind us though, and I would have felt very foolish if I had to ask him to open it again because I wanted to run away. It was the price I was paying for all my boasting about being an executive.

That was the real reason I was going with them, not because I wanted to see anything, but because I'd been talked down to as a female nonentity. Being patronized by arrogant males always makes me bristle up and determined to prove them wrong. A pair of young chauvinists had challenged me and I'd responded. It never crossed my mind that such good looking studs could have any serious intention of making a pass at an older woman like myself. Maybe I should have remembered that Nicholas Chauvin got his name in the dictionaries for adoring Napoleon: especially Napoleon's skill in making quick and easy conquests.

"You'll love this, you'll be the queen of the town today," Marco encouraged me as he went past and entered the tower first with Tony still following me. Innocent as I still was, I was soon to find out why I was positioned in the middle.

Inside was a very narrow and steep staircase which spiraled around the inside of the tower, with steel mesh on the inner side of the stairwell to stop anybody from falling off the steps. It seemed a pretty insubstantial protection to me though, especially when I looked upwards and saw the huge hole that was the center of the tower.

"We have to keep this clear so we can hoist up the communication dishes," Tony explained. "Some of them are ten feet across. It's an easy climb up though."

It certainly didn't seem too easy to me. I was puzzled by circular bands of light inside the tower, three or four of them and each one about a dozen steps up from the next. It looked as if there were large gaps all around the tower, each one at least big enough to put my head through. I asked Tony about them and he said the gaps were to relieve the wind pressure against the tower when gales were blowing.

Well, there certainly wasn't any gale just then but even so I was very uneasy about the situation. I did manage the first two spirals of steps though, hard work as it was. I'd never climbed anything like them before except in Warwick Castle in England. The guide there had explained that the castle steps were designed to be difficult, so that a right handed swordsman could hold the staircase against a mass of enemies -- they could only come up one at a time, each attacker clambering up the steep steps and only able to fight with his sword in his left hand.

I was no heroic swordsman though, and when I looked out through the first gap I really thought I might faint. Even the roof of the building below us seemed a long way down, but past that were stomach churning drops into concrete canyons with cars scurrying around at the bottom of them like multi-colored ants. One thing was for sure, there was no way I was going on up to the top. Just this once I'd let the men have an easy victory.

When I stopped Tony asked me what I was doing and I told him I couldn't go on, so we'd have to go back down. But he refused, he said it was too dangerous to turn around on the steps. Then he put both of his hands on my bottom and rubbed them over me.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I demanded.

"Just trying to persuade you to keep moving, lady. What's your first name, anyway?"

"It's Alison, and please stop doing that."

"Sure, as soon as you start climbing again."

I wasn't going to do any more climbing. All of a sudden the situation had totally changed because it was obvious now what Tony had in mind. He was also wasting his time because I was a married woman. Which isn't to say that if I'm away on my own somewhere and an attractive man wants to wine and dine me he might not go away unrewarded. But on a windy, swaying staircase with two guys in the middle of a working day? Forget it.

It was an effort, but I managed to turn around in the tight space. Then I found out that I'd only made things worse, because now I was teetering on the narrow step on my elevated heels. I had to press the palms of my hands outwards against the side of the tower and the steel mesh to stop from toppling forward. At the same time Tony went back down a few steps and I thought he was making way for me. Until he stopped with his head below my waist, reached up and began tickling the backs of my knees.

What a ridiculous situation. The entrance door at the bottom of the steps was only a short walk down yet there was no way I could get past Tony. I couldn't even move my hands without risking falling over, which that was very likely to happen because I've always been noisily susceptible to being tickled. In a few seconds Tony had me in a state where I was writhing around uncontrollably, cursing him with one breath and begging him to stop with the next.

For a while he only smiled, looking even younger than before. Then his face turned more serious and instead of tickling behind my knees he started gently kneading the soft flesh there. Little electric shocks began shooting up and down my spine, just as Marco bent over from behind me and started rubbing my earlobes with his finger tips.

"Come on, guys, I can't stay here all day playing games with you two," I protested. "You've had your joke, now please let me get back down again. I've got to get back to work."

Tony's response was to slide his hands higher, lifting the hem of my skirt on his wrists: "I've got no problem at all with the way things are right now."

"I've got to get back to work," I repeated.

"OK," Marcus said. "But it's those shoes that are the problem. They make it dangerous for you. Take them off, Tony."

Tony did just that -- partially. He went down another two steps, lifted up my right foot and removed my shoe. Afterwards he knelt down again on the steps, though lower down again, and started nibbling on my toes through my panty hose and running his fingers underneath the sole of my foot. And, being totally off balance by now, there was nothing at all I could do when Marco slid his hands over my shoulders until they were resting on the front of my blouse just above my bra cups.

"You know something, lady, I'd love to squeeze your tits, just for luck. How about it?" I could feel his breath fluttering against the short hairs on the nape of my neck and goose bumps rising all over my back.

"No way! Let me go now or you'll be in real trouble."

"Tickle her again, Tony."

Tony did, underneath my foot, which is by far and away my most sensitive area for that kind of stimulation. I shrieked in despair and the only reason I didn't fall off the step was because a pair of hands that felt like power tools had suddenly taken a death lock grip on my nipples. What the guys were doing to me between them was producing a mixture of sensations which was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. When they finally let go of me I was twitching around and gasping like a stranded fish.

Being honest, I have to admit I was also starting to have some pretty exciting ideas of my own, although at least I tried to pretend otherwise: "Stop it . . . stop it!" I told them.

I might have protested more if I'd had the breath to spare -- maybe.

Marco's response was to stroke my breasts again, his fingers widely outstretched this time: "Come on, Rapunzel, let down your hair for once. We've got a real private place at the top of the tower and we've got all afternoon. And I guess nobody downstairs will mind not having the boss in the office for a while."

Although still wildly off balance because of my missing shoe I tried to twist myself out from between Marco's arms. All I succeeded in doing though was in partially dislodging my spectacles. Marco certainly never missed a beat in his groping and I knew that Tony must be feeling the trembling in my legs.

"Tony, mind her glasses," Marco said. Tony stepped up higher and put the frame back squarely on my face. Then he looked down and leered as Marco moved his palms underneath my breasts and hefted them up and down.

"Hey!" I protested again, and apparently as futilely as before. My face was burning with embarrassment, compounded twice over as Tony took his turn at fondling me.

"Nice pair of udders, Ms boss lady," he told me, leaning forward and then blowing into my ear. "But I think what they really need is a double sucking. I'll have the left one and Marco can take the right, and when all you've got left on is your glasses we'll show you what else we can do together."

I couldn't help but gasp and then giggle at his suggestion before I pulled myself together. "Don't you dare talk to me like that" I warned him. "You've got to let me go or else you'll be in real trouble."

"Listen, honey," Marco said hoarsely. "There was another lady in the same place you're in now, just a day or two ago. Now what we said to her was that we wouldn't do anything to her if she didn't want us to, but we would play a little joke on her."

Tony took his hands from my boobs and pulled a pair of skimpy red panties from his pocket -- then he held them up and pulled them apart to show they were crotchless ones. A baggage tag was attached to them with a big safety pin.

"What we're going to do is to write your name down on this tag. I guess that won't be a problem since it's on your ID for us to see. We'll also write down the name and address of the office building and the name of the company you work for, which we also happen to know. Then we'll put a little note on the back of the tag asking anybody who finds these to hand them in at the building reception desk."

"And after we've done all that," Marco chuckled, "We'll throw them out of this gust gap and then see what happens after they land in the streets somewhere down there. Wouldn't it be a joke if some kind hearted passerby did hand them in, hey? Can you imagine the gossip going around all the offices?"

The shock must have shown in my face. Gossip! The stories would never end. If that happened I'd be nothing more than a joke in the company. Who would ever believe that I'd gone up into this tower with two young guys actually thinking I was only going to look at the city views? No matter what I said, no matter what happened to this pair of lunatics, my career would be as thoroughly derailed as a piled up freight train.

Marco chuckled and hefted my boobs from below again.

"I don't know if you're thinking what the other lady thought," Marco whispered softly into my ear. "What I do know was that there and then she offered us a deal. If we didn't drop her name down into the street along with these sexy panties, then she said she'd be very happy to go down on both of us."

Tony sniggered: "Being the real gentleman we are we asked her what she meant by that and she said she would get down on her knees and suck on our cocks. She also said that if there were any other little favors she could do for us at the same time, all we had to do was to mention them."

His hands were on my front, joining Marco's as they roamed over me. "The odd thing was that she was telling the truth. She was a boss lady like you and yet it turned out she really got off on being treated like a slave woman, just for a while anyway. We took her up to the top of the tower and screwed her every way but loose, and I swear to God we had seagulls coming in from all directions to see what was making all the noise."

"Two cocks were nowhere near enough for that woman, once we'd gotten her warmed up," Tony chortled. "Not much point in being a slave unless you know who your masters are, and she got taught that lesson right from the start. The question now, Ms boss-lady, is would you like to consider making an offer like that? Or shall we address these panties, then air-mail them and see if they get handed in?"

It only took me a second to decide that this pair of lunatics could do whatever they liked ten times over before I'd take the slightest risk of having my name dropped in the central business district attached to a pair of whore's knickers. What was more, I was reaching a stage of mind where I could understand exactly why the other woman had decided it was more sensible and more fun as well to pay forfeits. I had no doubt all there had indeed been another woman. Marco and Tony's gloating male self satisfaction was too obvious an ego trip to be any kind of an act.

"Alright, you guys," I said with my mouth suddenly drying. "We'll go up the tower."

The breeze gusted, moaning softly through the gap, fluttering my hair and feeling cool against my hot cheeks. Tony plucked the hem of the blouse up out of my skirt and took my breasts fully in his hands again, ruffling up folds of the blouse's silky material around the stiff cups. Calmly and carefully, he began to unbutton the front of my blouse. "Lift your arms up," Tony muttered huskily. "I'll make sure you don't fall over."

Like Marco before him, the way he was holding onto me was a sure guarantee of that. Somehow I was astonished but not a bit surprised when I felt my hardened nipples rubbing against the cups as they were manhandled again. I did as he wanted and lifted up my arms, allowing Marco to ruck the blouse up over my wrists like a raised flag of surrender. Then Marco plucked it away. There was a moment of silence as I stood with my arms still raised, whilst both of them seemed to be savoring the sight of me with only my bra and pearls left on above the waist.

"By God, there's some poundage in those two," Marco chuckled. "I could strain my back hefting those around."

Tony laughed and squeezed my bra cups again: "Don't worry about it, Marco, Alison will help you fill in the worker's accident form, explaining what happened."

"Come on, let's get her moving on up," Marco urged. "Take off her other shoe." He held my shoulders to keep me steady while Tony bobbed down to obey him.

"Jesus," I heard myself saying, "Are you guys a tight team or what?"

Marco chuckled: "We've had a lot of practice. Turn around."

I twisted around unsteadily and Tony immediately put both of his hands on my ass again. Marco bent lower and gave one of my earrings a tiny tug.

"See this?" He was holding up my blouse with the ID badge directly in front of my eyes. "It used to mean you were a boss but now it means you're ours -- otherwise I'll toss this out at the next gust gap, ID and all. That'd be a lot worse for you than the panties would have been. You understand that or do I have to say it again?"

"Yes, I understand." It was the only thing I could say.

"Say 'Yes, master', you dumb bitch!" Marco demanded.

What difference did it make now? "Yes, master," I answered obediently. Somewhere at the back of my mind was a piece of Shakespeare: 'Who cannot be crushed by a plot?'

This was certainly the cleverest plot I'd ever been caught up in and just as certainly it had crushed all my scruples. For as long as it took I was going to have to grant these cunning pair of bastards everything they wanted from me. It was also about then that I realized that I would have been disappointed if they had suddenly relented and let me go. Instead I willingly followed Marco up the steps, feeling the hard metal through my soles, the aches in my calf muscles and Tony's hands still resting firmly on the seat of my dress as he almost pushed me up the steps.

At the next gap Marco stopped at the light and turned around. "Step up here, Rapunzel, and open my fly zip."