In the morning, you and the captain went to the main office to submit all the reports and plans for the upcoming missions. The conversation with your superiors was long and tedious, you could hardly hold back yawns while Price solved all the questions.

Finally, leaving the office, you headed for the lift, anticipating your return to the base and rest. You were alone in the lift until you got down to the floor below. There you were joined by a bunch of office workers, the captain had to squeeze you in a corner to make sure you all fit. As the lift travelled down the floors, you felt a strange hardness against your thigh. John was sweating, trying to pull away, to hide his arousal, but he couldn't.

It wasn't long before you were on the ground floor, both of you feeling terribly awkward, the fabric of the captain's trousers tightening more and more, reacting to the proximity to your thigh. A sharp jolt and the lift came to a treacherous halt, getting stuck on the third floor.

"Damn, I hope that doesn't last long", - John grumbled, looking at you.