I've been working at this hotel for some time now. The lifts always play up, but I'll never complain about them. If it wasn't for the lifts I'd would never had had the most sexually fulfilling evening of my life. I had just been delivering room service to one of the penthouse suites. When I'd finished I went back to the elevator and pressed the down button. The lift promptly arrived and I got in. Just as the door was closing I heard a female voice from outside call "Hold that lift please". I hit the open doors button and she came in. As soon as she got in I knew who she was. Sarah Michelle Gellar stood before me. She wore a blue satin baby doll dress with white high heel shoes. "Yum", I thought to myself. She smiled at me as if to say thank you. The door closed and we headed down to the lobby. She watched as the floor number counted down from 56. She looked anxious. There was a bead of perspiration on her brow. I asked, "is everything alright". She took a deep breath and said "I'm fine, I'm a bit claustrophobic that's all". "Is there anything I can do to help", I asked "No, its alright we will be there shortly" the floor number skipped past 38. As 36 became 35 the lift slowed down as if we were going to stop on Floor 34. Nothing, the door didn't open, the lift didn't move. Sarah became visibly upset. "What's going on" she asked, you could hear the desperation in her voice. "It's probably nothing, I'll just try the service phone" I picked up the phone but it was dead. "That's strange," I said. "What is" her voice was now quavering, She stood in the corner, her arms crossed. The claustrophobia was taking its toll. "These phone lines never usually drop out unless it's something drastic". As the words were leaving my mouth the power went off. This made Sarah jump. It was pitch black. "Where are you" she asked, her voice was cracking I could tell she was now crying. "Over here" I put my hands out to feel around for her. My hand touched something warm. It was her shoulder. "Are you alright, is there anything I can do ?" "Please stay close and don't leave me" Like where would I go, it's pitch black, I'm stuck in a lift and I'm with Sarah Michelle Gellar. I put my arm around her to reassure her. "My name is John, I'm sure it won't be long before we are moving again." I was lying of course, these lifts had a habit of being out for hours. "I'm sorry John, my name is Sarah, I hate small places and this is freaking me out" I told her that I knew who she was and that I was a big fan. Suddenly I felt movement in my pants. Don't you hate it when you get an erection at the most inappropriate time? I quickly maneuvered myself so that it wasn't pressing into her. We talked for what seemed like hours but were probably only 10 minutes. "Thank you for helping me John, if there is anything I can do for you please don't hesitate to ask"