Service Elevator Pitch


Written by Septia.


You knock on the door with the brass clacker. The peal of metal on the grand manor door reverberated out through the quiet autumn air. Soon as you heard footsteps you reflexively adjusted your tie and got your pitch ready.
	The door creaks open to a figure in a dark dress-cut uniform. His soft features had hints of sleek eel morphology, giving their movements a subtle grace of fluid motion as they settled into an authoritative stance before the door frame. His eyes harboured a curious gleam, a close match to the scales of his burnt burgundy black skin. The uniform dress was flanked by an open concept design – exposing both sides of his hips – framing the protruding thighs that rounded out the custodian's otherwise lean build. Hidden behind the sinuous silhouette laid a grand entrance hall shrouded in sparse candlelight. He scrutinized your appearance. And spoke with a soft intonation. “Sorry but we do not want anything.”
	“Of course of course, living in a building like this, how could you want for anything~. Unless that was, of course, for stability, to ensure you and all your assets are well taken care off.” You started up your spiel, the man at the door held their patience. Judging by their sultry yet practical uniform they were some sort of custodian for the establishment. “But I am sure I could make your lord quite satisfied with what I have to offer.”
	The custodian leaned on the door frame, his tar-black tail sweeping the floor behind him as it swirl to point towards the threshold. “I can assure you I more than enough to satisfy my mistress's desires.”
	You smirked. “Calling yourself an expert then? I am not surprised considering your gorgeous form, I bet you keep her assets well maintained, yet I can offer you both further security of satisfaction~.”
	His countenance held, brow furrowed a bit. “We are still not-.”
	“This offer is exclusive, a limited time deal that can ensure you the sweet relief you seek after a long day of manor-toil. And, if your mistress is satisfied as is, then at least this should let you kick back with some well timed relief, that will have you ready to give the mistress your all. Once you've gotten the appopriate time to recover from a full on session of my personal services~.”
	The custodian blinked. “Hang on… I held the belief that you were going to sell me on some sort of scam. But this just sounds like thinly veiled, horny mumbo-jumbo?”
	You shrugged. “You did say you weren’t gonna be interested in what I was selling, so I thought I wouldn't bother with that and go right into the the good stuff.”
	The eel custodian scoffed with a light shake of his head – to which his thighs jiggled in kind – though his eyes lingered on you. “A bold strategy to pull.”
	“Best I can do is hope it pays off~?”
	The corner of his lip swirled up to just below his eyes. He glanced over you in full once more. “You are not getting in with those shoes on, and it is awfully hot inside, lose the coat as well.”
	Your face betrayed your excitement. Scurrying out of your jacket and bending down to untie your shoes. “Oh, I can assure you, you I won't leave before you are satisfied~.” You claim and step through hover the threshold. Only to be met by the of sinew displaced by the cloth of your sock -Svplpgrrtghts- -Sflhglt-.
	You stared ahead, the sight ahead of you matching the interior of dusk you had glimpsed behind the custodian's silhouette. The noise accompanied by a dose of humidity applied to your foot. The momentum of your stride still carried you forward, only allowing a few moments to interpret the darkness ahead of you, that was, in fact, not the interior of the building, but a whole other interior entirely…
	You felt your foot swept off of the ground, your world tilting forwards as you slammed into the tangible darkness with a smack of drool -Scpplthhts-. Your body meeting with the interfaith the flesh of a pitch black maw, cradled under the extended maw to curl up around your form and funnel you in a flume ride of moi of body heated nectar into a tunneling abyss -Schhgllprt-. The upper maw closed shut over you, meeting along our hind as the lower lips cradled over your feet. In one exaggerated swig you were folded into the custodian's gape. Definitely carried some eel in their genome, if they were able to gape their maw wide enough to fit a door frame that quickly. Your impressed grunts muffled as the distended lips steadily retracted with you caught in their clutches, brought down through the Custodian's gullet to distended their neck in a portly bloat -Shhvlpgghsh-.
	The eel tilted their squirming full cheeks and neck back, cocked in a crooked swallow -Shhglltug- -Ooppgmgphsh-. The indentations you imposed on his form within his throat gradually contorting and shrinking as your body siphoned along his chest and through to his abdomen. -Chglpgghsh- The uniform creaked of tautend wefts as your body bundled up be underneath, first as indistinct padding but the more your body ferried through his neck the clearer the details of your writhing arms and bobbing head etched upon the surface of the gut in a symphony of rocking bulges -Vhglpgsh- -Sghlpghs-.
	One steady swallow concaved the last of his cheeks -Glluuork-, sending a writhing lump of your feet lowdown his neck, the eel patting his chest with a sigh, tail writhing up to curl and squeeze the accommodating belly. His gut confined to the cloth, yet still morphing its shape sagging with your curled up self.
	“Phaa, I suppose…” -Buuaahahgllgps-, He belched, the stomach contracting in the exchange of guttural brewn gales wafting through his throat, before swelling in a beat of throbbing flesh -Bbglglpshsh-. “Ahem, I suppose you can make yourself at home, you did promise to stick around until I was… satisfied, if I recall your vows correctly?” The eel smirked, and folded up your coat and shoes before shuffling back through the door.


-Ghggllgsh- You felt the stomach gurgle, displaced gas and kneading meat ramping up the gut to quite a workout around you. Halted once the custodian stopped.
	“So, h-hey since you stopped, any chance I can, get an update on if what your plan is for me and my… services? I am sure I could, offer more from the outside.” Another one of your, signature, bold moves.
	The custodian chuckled. “That depends on me and my mistress' mood, if it is particularly poor, then I will have a heap more trash to take out.”
	“But, what if I could… help improve that mood~.”
	You felt the stomach buckle in on both sides of you, brushes of vague palm prints kneading into you from both ends, jostling you through the squealing growls of the gut -Shhgloortwp-. “Mmhmm, is that your best offer? Suppose, I could be… persuaded to barter~.”