It was another long office day, another day full of stares. Celandine couldn’t help that she was an elf, or that she was born in a world where humans outnumbered elves 15 to 1, it didn’t give them a reason to stare at her as she worked. She got a report that she had one more elevator to inspect before the day was over. She had to go over to the Glint-Age Hotel to investigate their elevator. She was already tired enough but could handle one more hotel. When she went over, she noticed that the lobby was quite pleasant, its walls were painted a mint green, and everyone, both employees and guests alike, had a pleasant aura around them. To her surprise, many of them were in various states of dress.
“Ugh, exhibitionists,” Celandine said as she went to the front desk to speak to the receptionist, who herself seemed to be in only a pair of bra and panties.
“Well, hello there, sugar!” The receptionist started. Celandine was taken aback by the forwardness but composed herself.
“Hello, yes, I’m with Bell Chine Inspection Services. I’ve gotten word that your elevator seems to be faulty. I’ve come to test it.” Celandine said curtly but seemed rather distant.
“Oh, how nice!” The blonde receptionist started with delight, “It’s an honor to have such a cute-looking elf inspecting our nifty elevator! It’s over to your right!”
Celandine cringed at the comment but went along her way. She gathered her tools and got to work. Despite her work being rather cursory, nothing seemed to be amiss when it came to the elevator. All the wires seemed in place, and everything was clean inside as if people were actively tending to the inner workings of the elevator. She was perplexed, why call her out for a job like this? She wasn’t sure, but all she had left was a practical test. When she pressed the button for the top floor, she slowly climbed up. At first, everything seemed rather normal, even the slowly spinning spiral on the ceiling didn’t bother her, but then she began getting warmer. It was as if each time she went to another floor, her body got warmer and warmer. By the time she was on the top floor, she was practically sweating.
“Fucking hell, what’s with this thing?” She said to herself, quickly jotting down some notes about temperature before pressing down. As she went down, she noticed the spiral was spinning in an opposite direction now, which seemed rather… what was the word that the receptionist used? “Nifty?” Yeah, it was that. She slowly felt herself forgetting about the struggles of the day, and then she made it to the bottom floor, feeling relaxed, but also confused. She was getting ready to get out, when some men and women came into the elevator, preventing her escape. They pressed “Up”, and just like before, it got warmer again. Celandine noticed that the other people were feeling this way as well, one man being bold enough to take off his shirt to let his torso breathe. The sight flustered Celandine and she looked away.
As the people filed out of the elevator, she went to push “Down” again, and just like before, that pleasant sensation washed over her. She had forgotten why she was so bothered a moment before. Just like clockwork, before she could leave again, she was stopped by another group coming in, and the cycle started all over again, but now in different stages.
Going Up - She felt warmer and warmer, so she took off her toolbelt.
Going Down - She forgot why she was bothered by people staring at her.
Going Up - Her vest and top came off.
Going Down - She forgot why she didn’t like her job.
Going Up - She was down to her bra and panties.
Going Down - She forgot she had a job.
Going Up - She’s joined the nudists in the lobby.
Going Down - She’s joined the nudists in the lobby.
Celandine clumsily stumbled out of the elevator, her elven body was slick with sweat. She looked around, trying to find someone who could direct her. She saw the receptionist again and walked over to her.
“Hey… do you know what I was supposed to be doing here? I think I was supposed to be doing something important, but I can’t remember. Oh, and some wiseguy left their clothes in the elevator.”
“Oh, sugar, you don’t remember? You’re going to the auction tonight. They’re gonna sell you to be a temp-maid!”
“Oh, that’s right,” Celandine said, as if she had forgotten common knowledge, “I forgot I was selling myself tonight.”
“It’s okay, sugar, many people do. It’s alright though, just go on down and pass those curtains. The handlers will take good care of you.
Celandine nodded and went beyond the curtain. It didn’t take long for her to be cleaned up and put on display. She heard the employees talking about hypnotism or something like that, saying it would only last a week. What on Earth did that even mean? She decided it wasn’t something to worry about as she strutted on stage. She noticed some of the other hotel guests were here as well, not only as purchasers but to be bid on as well. Celandine was bought for a very exorbitant price. It made sense, elves were rare after all, so why not pay a pretty penny for one? She noticed that half of the money was going to Bell Chine Inspection Services. This information made her rather happy, even if she didn’t know why. She would begin her week-long maid duties without any trouble whatsoever.
Elevator Report: Everything is normal here. The Gilt-Age Hotel has a fine elevator, and all concerns and worries have been proven to be unfounded. On an unrelated note, I will be on work leave for about a week, I trust the company will manage during my brief absence.
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