OK, well it's a two level bar in a century old building and they've torn out the floors from the two levels above most of the bar to make a very spacious open room. There is a smaller lounge up on the third level and they installed one of those wall-hugging elevators to save drunken patrons from falling down the stairs. The car was glass down to about waist high, and wood beneath. My band played there for a month to six weeks, maybe three times a year. After being around the staff there for three nights a week, six weeks in a row, let's just say you get a little familiar.
The night in question, during our second break, the one when the bar is just buzzing with energy, I was taking the elevator up to the lounge for some peace and quiet. B. the woman working behind the bar had taken me back to her place a few times and screwed my brains out, so that was another reason I liked playing there. Anyway, I was just getting into the elevator when she called out to me to hold the car. We got about halfway up to the third floor, and she was flirting wildly with me, when she stopped the car. She asked me if I was up for something different, and when I nodded yes, she had me in her mouth in a flash. So, I was standing up against the side of the elevator, looking out over the masses below (we were probably up 15 -20 feet), and she was making a meal of me. It was quite the scene. I remember seeing J., our drummer, looking up at me from behind her drum kit with sort of a puzzled look. At first I sort of worried if we'd be spied, but after the first 30 seconds, I really didn't care. The danger of what we were doing made it very hot and I had a tremendous orgasm. When we were done, we started the elevator again, of course by then the rest of the band were pissed at me for being late from the break. Oh well.
J. and I were very tight - drummers and bass players usually are, and later on she wondered out loud why the elevator had been stopped. She knew me well enough that my answer didn't shock her one bit. After I told her what was going on, she said that she thought she could see movement "lower down" in the car. HahHa. I went home with B. after we both finished work and returned the favour. She was a dirty little minx.
I still owe you something on the aphrodisiac powers of that little band of gold. Tomorrow, I promise.