N.S.B. Cosmic Center
This page will take you into pieces of literature that are carefully selected for their great content at the literary, scientific, or philosophical level. A short selection will be presented in full. A long one will be divided into sections that will be refreshed regularly. Emphasis and highlights are mostly ours, not made by the original author.
Here is our current selection:
Starlet In Elevator (short story) by Unknown
He found himself dashing across the hotel lobby, his toolbox banging against one leg, as he raced to make the elevator before it closed. He had to stick his arm in to keep it from closing, and he managed to slide in, with a sigh of relief.
It only took a few seconds for Rich to realize that he was not alone in the elevator. He looked behind him and noticed a beautiful, ravishing blonde-haired woman standing against the back wall of the elevator, wearing an expensive business outfit, holding a leather tote-bag in front of her.
She looked extremely young - no more than 21, if even that "What are you looking at?" the woman blurted out in a snotty tone, glancing meanly at the man.
"Uhh... nothing," Rich replied, turning his head the other way.
What a beautiful woman, he said to himself. But if her initial voice was any indication of her personality, Rich figured, she was not the type of woman to pursue. Never before had someone sounded so conceited.
As the elevator began to ascend, something popped up in Rich's mind. That lady looked familiar to him.
Wait a minute! There was a reason she looked familiar to him. In fact, he knew who she was!
"You're Candice Baker!" Rich exclaimed, spinning around and looking at the woman in disbelief.
She gave an exasperated look and then shrugged her shoulders. "So?"
Rich ripped open his tool box, searching for a piece of paper and a pen.
"Wow! This is incredible! Can I have your autograph? Wow! My little brother just loves you!"
The blonde took in a deep breath, then spoke in a very demeaning tone.
"Look, I DON'T do autographs."
Rich stopped, looking up at her with a stunned expression. She was much different than what he had previously envisioned her as...
To anyone who owned a television, 19-year-old Candice Baker was a superstar. She was the marquee name on OCEAN VIEW, a network program which always ranked high in the weekly television ratings. People knew her as Theresa Manning , the sexy and flirtatious maid of a little motel situated on the California coast.
Before she landed this role, Candice had made her mark in the entertainment community as a fashion model. She had two calendars out, plus a workout video and even a commercial for a mascara company. At 19, she literally had the world at her feet.
"You don't do autographs?" the repairman asked, crestfallen. "All I ask for is one... that's all. My little brother, he has your calendar up on his wall and he watches your show every single week. He just loves you more than any other..."
"LOOK," Candice repeated, now in a firm tone, "I DON'T do autographs for ANYONE. I could care less about your worthless little brother."
Rich gave an expression of confusion and then turned his head quickly, so the famous star could not see his new look of disgust. What a fucking bitch, he said to himself. She could have told him about her "no autograph" rule in a much nicer and more polite way, instead of just being snotty and demeaning to him and his brother at the same time.
Candice sighed and ran a brush through her long, perfectly-styled hair, eyeing the man from behind. She hated to be in the same elevator with someone his type.
"I'm a million dollar star," she told herself. "And I have to share an elevator with some lousy repairman. This hotel should have elevators for stars. After all, lots of stars come here."
"You know," Rich said, breaking the woman's train of thought. He kept looking straight ahead, not turning to peer back at her. "You must really be a good actress."
"Thanks," she said, squinting suspiciously at him.
"Yeah," he added. "Your character on TV is so nice and sweet. You on the other hand, in real life, are nothing but a spoiled little brat. No one would really know that unless they met you for real."
"WHAT?" Candice screamed, full of rage and anger. "You can't talk to me like that!"
"Who says?" Rich asked, now turning around to face her.
"Me!" she exclaimed, taking a swing and hitting him in the shoulder.
Rich, who prided himself on never raising a hand to strike a woman, just stood there and shook his head at her, as she fumed before him. No one had probably ever opposed her like this before, he told himself. This bitch actress probably had people eating out of her hands on a regular basis.
Candice reached into her tote-bag and scrambled for her cellular phone.
"I'm going to call security on you!" she screamed. "You can't talk to me that way! I'm Candice Baker, dammit!"
"Look," Rich said, "let's just forget it, okay?"
"Wouldn't you like to do that!" she huffed.
"Yeah, I would," he told her, matter of factly. "Plus, if you call security on me, I'll get them on you too. You're the one who hit me. I did nothing but call you a spoiled little brat."
Candice stopped and looked up at him, frozen. She could not afford any bad press in the tabloid media. Those nasty reporters would carve her up if they learned that she was even accused of punching someone. Her career may take a massive hit, then she may be finished!
So, Candice closed her tote-bag and looked at the repairman with a confident, sure expression.
"Okay, you got yourself a deal. Just don't bother me anymore. What floor are we up to, anyway?"
Rich glared at her then looked at the control panel. "22."
He turned around so he wasn't facing her anymore. He then noticed that she was apparently headed to the 51st floor, 8 higher than him. The button for the 51st floor was lit up, as was the 43rd floor button.
Rich, a handyman whose employer had a contract with this hotel, had been sent here to fix the air conditioner in one of the rooms. He was 31 years old and had been in the repair business since graduating from college. Just an average joe, Rich wore faded blue jeans and an old t-shirt. A full tool belt was around his waist, and he carried a tool box in his right hand as well.
Rich tapped his foot on the elevator floor as the compartment went higher and higher in the building, wanting to get away from this crass, snobby actress. He wondered to himself whether or not he should tell his brother of this experience. It would dampen his brother's image of Candice, whom he thought of as the perfect "dream girl".
Rich then wondered to himself, would his brother believe that his "dream girl" could be such a bitch? After all, the media gushed over her. All Rich had heard was that this actress could be worthy of sainthood. He was always hearing stories of her helping children and donating to many charities. He also heard stories of how she never turned down an autograph request.
"I like to interact with my fans," he heard her once say in a national interview. Yeah, right!
Meanwhile, Candice applied more mascara to her already perfect face. She was on her way to a very important meeting with a movie producer, with the possibility of landing a starring role on a high-budget film. That is why she was dressed so professionally, wearing a red business jacket and a knee-length red skirt, to go along with dark stockings and black high-heels. She wore a ton of jewelry and smelled of only the finest, most expensive perfumes and fragrances.
"Come on," Candice said, impatient, watching the elevator console flash the current floor, 34. A few seconds later, 35. Then 36. All of a sudden, the lights in the elevator went out and it came to a rocky, screeching halt.
Seconds later, both Rich and Candice were stunned as a dimmer light suddenly filled the compartment. Candice looked around, trying to figure out what had just happened. Then it was time for her to explode.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?"
Rich had seen something like this happen before. "Looks like the electricity went out," he told her calmly.
"ELECTRICITY OUT?" she boomed. "They have to fix it! I have a very important meeting to go to!"
"Calm down," he said, amazed at her brashness. She was such a sweetheart on television - at least the character she played was. "I'm sure the electricity will come back on very soon."
The minutes passed, and the electricity did not come back on. Rich stood patiently, while Candice paced back and forth frantically.
"Not only will I be late for the meeting," she told herself, "but I have to stay here longer with THIS." She looked at the repairman, sneering.
"Did you do this?" she asked him, very angry. "Did you cause the electricity to go out just so you could be stuck in here with me?"
Rich laughed, and shook his head. "No way. I think the last thing I want is to be stuck in here with YOU, Miss Baker."
Candice gave him a mean look as she shook her head. "I'm going to call this damn hotel's front desk and see what the problem is!"
She reached back into her tote-bag and pulled out her cellular phone.
"You do that," Rich said, dropping his tool belt and placing his tool box on the floor. "But I'm going to sit down and relax."
Candice found out from hotel administration that there was a major electricity blackout in the city. The hotel had a backup generator, which provided the dim lights that illuminated the elevator compartment, but the generator was not powerful enough to move the elevator.
Angry, she demanded that they get a hotel worker to climb down the elevator shaft and get her out of here. But the administrator told her that would be too dangerous. Candice then hung up, disgusted.
A few minutes later, Candice had joined Rich on the floor, though she was seated on the other side of the elevator. She didn't want to be near him, at all. The starlet had calmed down considerably, although she was still furious on the inside for this power outage.
"Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?" Candice looked up, in response the question from Rich.
She gave him another mean look and said, "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about your attitude," he replied, in a firm tone. "All I did was ask for one little autograph. That is no reason to blow up and explode in my face, in anger. I never did anything to you."
Candice sighed, then shook her head. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just EVERY single place I go, people want autographs. If they don't want autographs, people are taking pictures of me. I just don't like it. Sometimes I wish people would just leave me alone."
Ahh, Rich said to himself. The hint of an actual human being? "That's the price of being famous."
"Still doesn't mean I have to like it," she sighed. "I would just like to have one day where I can go places and be myself, and not worry about being spotted or hounded for autographs."
"Regardless of who you are," Rich said, "you will get spotted with such a nasty attitude."
"Who died and made you King?" she snarled back.
Rich shook his head and laughed. "Forget it."
There was a silence between them for at least a minute. They sat still, each wanting to get out of the others' sights. When would the damn electricity come back on?
"I'll give you an autograph," Candice said, in her nicest tone yet.
"Huh?" Rich asked, looking up at her in surprise.
"I'll give you an autograph," she insisted, her voice returning to its normal tone. "I figure we might as well get along. God knows how long we'll be trapped in here."
Candice was lying. She didn't want to get along with him. She just wanted to shut him up. She thought by giving him an autograph, he wouldn't bother her any longer.
"I don't want your damn autograph," he told her.
"What?" she snapped. "I thought you did! What about your brother?"
She reached into her tote-bag and pulled out a pad and paper. "Tell me his name and I'll write out a little message for him."
Rich sighed in disgust, knowing how much his little brother would cherish an autograph from his favorite television actress.
"John. His name is John." Rich watched as Candice wrote out a message on her notepad.
She ripped the sheet off and then gave it to him.
"Dear John - Thanks for being a fan! Keep watching me on the show! Candice Baker"
Rich smirked as he read the note, noticing the huge heart that Candice had drawn next to her name. She should have drawn a lump of coal, he told himself. It would have fit her disposition much better.
"Thanks," he said off handedly, slipping the note into a folder sleeve in his tool box made specifically to hold paper.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW HOT IT IS IN HERE?" Candice screamed into her cellular phone, an hour later, on the line with the hotel manager. "I have been stuck in this elevator forever and without any air to cool this place down, it now feels like a blasting FURNACE!"
Rich shook his head and smiled as he watched her.
"What do you mean, you can't do anything?" she hollered into the speaker. "Get a worker to go into the elevator shaft, and get me out of here! I'm burning up!"
"Two hours!" she boomed seconds later. "Well that's just fine! I can assure you that I will never do business with this hotel again, and I will discourage any of my friends as well!" She hung up.
Candice stomped her high-heeled foot into the plush carpet of the elevator. "Damn people! They now say they'll only send someone to us in the elevator shaft if the power doesn't come back on two hours. That would classify as an 'emergency' in their eyes."
Rich wiped his sweat-covered forehead with an old rag. Without the air conditioner on, the temperature in the elevator had risen dramatically. It was a very hot day outside, at least 100 degrees. It felt that same way in the elevator, if not worse.
"What are you doing?" Candice demanded as she watched Rich slip his t-shirt up and over his head.
"I don't know about you," he said, standing up, "but I'm not going to sit here in clothes and roast like a pig."
"You can't take your clothes off!" she exclaimed.
"Don't worry," he told her, stepping out of his work boots. "I will not go totally naked on you. I'll just strip down to my boxers."
"What!?" Candice exploded. "Put your clothes back on!"
Rich unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down.
Candice cringed and turned her face in disgust.
"I'm not going to swelter in this heat," he told her. "Once the electricity comes back and this thing starts moving again, I'll put my clothes back on."
Candice shook her head in total disbelief. Why did she have to be trapped in this elevator? Why did the electricity have to shut off when she was in this elevator? "I'm better than this!" she told herself.
For the first time, however, Candice noticed Rich as someone other than a stereotypical, dirty workman. She watched him settle down into the corner, wearing only silk boxers, the remainder of his clothes piled next to him on the floor.
Rich had a muscular frame and his body was well-defined, especially his chest, which looked strong and powerful. He had wide, broad shoulders and a lot of muscle tone in his arms. He also had a stomach which was as hard as a washboard. Candice even noticed that his face wasn't all that bad-looking, either. He was, in fact, quite handsome. But she shoved those thoughts out of her mind, turning around so she couldn't see him.
"Please put your clothes back on," she almost whined. "What happens if the elevator starts up and we reach the floor before you can get dressed? What happens if there is some tabloid person waiting for me, with a camera? They could take a picture and then the whole world would see me in an elevator with a near naked man. Those nasty tabloids would come up with all sorts of wild assumptions!"
"See this button?" Rich said, pointing up to one. "It says, 'emergency stop'. I can press it and it will halt the elevator until it is pressed again. That will give me plenty of time to get dressed."
Candice stomped her foot against the floor again. "What happens if a technician overrides the button before you can get dressed?"
"I suggest you do the same," Rich told her.
"What?" she asked, looking back at him.
"Take off your clothes and get more comfortable," he replied. "I can see that you're obviously sweating from this heat."
"NO WAY!" she exploded. "I'M NOT TAKING MY CLOTHES OFF! OH! You would like that, wouldn't you!? You could go around and tell all your friends that you saw Candice Baker stripped down to her bra and panties! Well, no way! I'll roast in this heat before I undress!"
"I wouldn't tell anyone," Rich said, in a disgruntled voice. "I don't do that sort of thing. Besides, you'd be more comfortable if you took that thick jacket off. Why don't you take it off, at least?"
Candice looked down at her red blazer. "Because I'm not wearing a blouse underneath it!" She turned away from him, trembling with anger.
"I won't tell anyone, I promise," he said. "Look, I won't try anything either, if that's what you're afraid of. Don't you think if I did want to try something, I would have done so already? We've been in here for almost an hour and a half."
"I won't take my clothes off! Ever!"
People change their mind. Even Candice Baker.
5 minutes later, she sat in the opposite corner of the elevator, her knees curled up to her chest, her arms hooked around them. Her sport jacket and skirt, plus her high-heels and stockings, were off to the side. She sat in the elevator, simply wearing a white bra and matching silk panties.
The heat had gotten to her so much, that she let her guard down - but only after Rich swore on his life that he would never tell anyone about this. ESPECIALLY the tabloids.
Rich couldn't help but sneak a few peeks at her. She was perfect. Her body, her skin, everything about her physical appearance was simply perfect. He could tell that her breasts, though concealed by the bra, were obviously large and very firm. She had a deep, rich tan and her legs were long - lusciously long. She had the body that Rich imagined only a television starlet could have.
He wondered if her breasts were real, though. He had to suppress a smile at that thought.
Though she hated herself for doing it, Candice had also peeked at Rich. He had the type of muscular body which she adored. She loved the way his pectorals would ripple each time he raised a hand to wipe his forehead.
She even found herself glancing at his boxer shorts, wondering to herself what was inside of them. Would it be big enough? She shook her head, trying to drive those thoughts away again.
The dim lighting of the elevator seemed to cast an odd romantic feeling over them, adding to the sexual hunger they each felt. Candice thought that Rich was extremely handsome. Rich knew that Candice was the sexiest woman he had ever laid eyes upon in his entire lifetime.
Rich remembered something. He had a thermos at the bottom of his toolbox. If not so rarely used, he would have thought of it earlier.
Candice sprung up like a lightning bolt once she saw Rich pull the thermos from his toolbox. She scurried over to him and dropped to her knees, then stared at the thermos before looking up at him, her eyes depicting those of a suddenly desperate woman.
"Please?" she whined. "Please let me have a drink?"
Rich looked at her, shocked. Was she actually begging him? This spoiled little brat was actually begging him for something? He had to hold back a smile at the realization that yes, she was begging him. After the snotty attitude she had earlier displayed, Rich thought this new side of her was rather humorous.
"Thirsty?" he simply asked.
"Yes!" she whined. "Please let me have a drink?"
Rich couldn't deny her. He wasn't that type of person.
"Okay, but only after I get a drink first. And save some for later, okay?"
Candice watched as he guzzled some of it down. "What is it?"
"Water," he replied. "It's warm water, but it's still water."
The repairman handed the thermos to her. "Here."
Candice grabbed the jug and began swallowing the thirst-quenching water down. As she did, lifting it so her line of sight was no longer toward Rich, the repairman had an open view of her bra-filled breasts. Those shapely melons were no more than a foot away from his quivering hands as Candice stopped drinking, saving some of the water for later.
She jumped back, startled, as she noticed Rich had been staring at her breasts.
"Hey!" the blonde snapped. "I thought you said you wouldn't try anything funny with me!"
"I didn't," he replied, flustered himself. "But you have to realize that it is very hard for a man like me to be so close to a woman like you, who is so physically beautiful, in next to no clothing."
Something snapped inside of Candice. She threw herself at Rich, landing in his lap and wrapping her arms around his muscular shoulders. She attacked his mouth with her own, driving her tongue deep between his lips and into his mouth, kissing him with the type of strong passion which he had never felt before.
Rich was stunned. His hands were outstretched and trembling, as the starlet continued to assault his mouth with her own. He composed himself and then grabbed her by the shoulders, and pushed her away from him.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" he exclaimed.
Candice threw herself at him again. "I WANT YOU!" she exploded in lust. "I WANT YOU NOW! This heat has me so horny!"
Her mouth found his again, and she attacked it with even more passion than before. Who in his right mind could refuse the blonde-haired, blue-eyed wet dream of every American male's fantasy, known as Candice Baker? Rich couldn't.
All of a sudden, the main lights in the elevator switched on, and then the compartment rattled before beginning its upward ascent again. The electricity was back on! The electricity was back on!!! Rich, thinking quickly, reached up and pushed the
He and Candice knew what they had to do. In a hurry, both of them dressed, hastily throwing on their clothes. They were afraid that a technician may override the button, thus sending them up before they were dressed. That is why both of them hurried. Candice was thinking of her career and image, not wanting to be seen half naked in an elevator with a man. Rich was thinking the same way - concerned for her image. After a minute or so, both were dressed and composed.
Fortunately, the elevator did not start moving until Rich pushed the button. Meanwhile, Candice had reached into her tote-bag and pulled out her pen and notepad again. She quickly jotted down a few things which she felt Rich needed to remember.
"Here," the starlet said, ripping the sheet off and handing it to him, "this is the address to a nice little restaurant on the west side. Why don't you meet me there, tomorrow night, at eight o'clock?" She winked at him. "Hopefully, the night will end up at my condo."
Rich shook his head and laughed, completely shocked that this superstar of an actress had basically asked him out on a date.
"I'll be there," he told her, holding on tight to the paper.
"I could never show up for that meeting looking like this," she whined, looking into her pocket mirror. Anyone could tell with her disheveled hair and smeared make-up that she had just been through a wild round of sex. "I'll just have to reschedule. Joseph will do it for me. He needs me for that movie part."
Rich smiled, listening to the blonde chatter amongst only herself. The elevator then reached the 43rd floor... it was time for Rich to get off. The door opened but no one appeared to be in sight. Candice noticed that, then gave her repairman stud a hard, passionate kiss on the mouth. Rich smiled and stumbled out of the elevator, his tool box in hand. Candice grinned and waved at him as the door closed.
"Pretty eventful day," Rich said, turning and walking toward the room in which the air conditioner was he was supposed to fix.
"Woke up, showered, went to work, got stuck in an elevator with a TV star, ... Candice Baker, no less... now I'm off to fix an air conditioner." He laughed and said, "Ahh, just a regular day!"