When I was coming up in the Souf Souf Bronx, the girls around the way and the boys they messed with would play around in our building's elevator by hitting the alarm and stopping the elevator to make out with their paramour of the moment. We dubbed it Elevator Action.
Today I was damn near a witness to some elevator action while riding in the elevator on the way up to the plantation this morning. Some cat got on the elevator with me and did the tell tale I'm-late-to-work-so-let-me-take-off my-coat-to-make-it-look-like-I've-been-in-the-office-for-awhile maneuver. So he's doing that and the elevator opens a few floors before his and some chick gets on. She looks me dead in the face and gives me a deep red lipped smile after deeming me non-threatening and saunters over to old boy where he commences to grabbing her and rubbing her arm all lasciviously. He damn near rubs he ass. I peep this thru the corner of my eye and think "Oh this cat has fucked and is still fucking her".
She giggles and says in what she thinks is her best Marilyn Monroe sexy voice "Behave yourself Mr. Andre". Blech! So as I am wont to do, I make up a story about them. I peg Mr. Andre as having fucked half the chicks in the office from his perch in the mailroom. All are considered jumpoffs. He has 2 to 3 Baby Mommas and at least 5 kids.
From her looks she has at least 2 kids and no husband to speak of and lets Mr. Andre poke her for recreation. She has a closet full of skankwear that she wears to the club each and every weekend in hopes of finding a Baller who will sweep her off her feet and whisk her away from the steno pool.
My guess is that the company Christmas party is going to be off the hook because that's when all of the chicks Mr. Andre fucked in the office get drunk and have a fight to the death over his still living with his mama ass.
Or I could just be reading too much into it.
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