“Fucking kids must have a heyday with this place,” Jagger said.
Vigo took his bat and cleared the jagged glass from one of the window frames.
“See?” he said looking at me. “It’s an all-purpose tool.”
He tossed it through the window, then climber through.
“I’ll give you a boost,” I said to Cassie, broken glass crushing as I crouched in front of the window.
I made a sling with my hands.
She stepped into it and held onto the window frame as I pushed her closer toward it.
“Got it,” she said, hoisting herself over the frame.
It was the wrong time to ogle her luscious ass, but what could I say? I was just a man, and I couldn’t help thinking about how she’d looked the night before, the claw opening up her ass while Jagger and fucked her tight little pussy.
I ordered my dick to stand down as I followed Cassie through the window.
Not the time for a hard-on.
I landed onto a concrete floor and stepped back as Vigo did the same.
“This place is huge,” Jagger said, looking around the abounded warehouse space.
“I think I remember it,” Cassie said. “Maybe my mom brought me here to see my dad while he was working or something.”
It was probably so different with people working and machines running,” Vigo said, picking up his bat and skipping into the shadowed space.
”We’re not here to play,” I said.
“Duh,” Vigo said. “We need to get to the third floor.”
We followed him deeper into he building even though I had no idea if he even knew where he was going.
The front half of the building was open all the way to the ceiling, but about halfway to the back a mezzanine hovered above the factory floor, glass-walled offices overlooking the warehouse, probably for the foreman to watch over workers on the line.
It was like a relic from another past, and I wondered how many other buildings like this sat empty, victims of progress and technology and shit, across the country.
Across the world.
I felt the futility of fighting it. The wheel of progress ground on, however much we might want to stop it.
“That’s the second floor,” Jagger said, looking at the glass-walled offices at the top of a flight of metal stairs.
“This way,” Vigo said, swinging his bat.
We followed him deeper into the building until we came to an industrial-style elevator.
Vigo pushed the button and I was surprised when it screeched to life from above.
“Maybe we should find the stairs,” Jagger said.
I wasn’t as surprised as I should have been. It was one thing to be reckless as fuck when we were alone, but we had Cassie now.
“Fuck no,” Vigo said when the elevator ground to a stop in the shaft. It’s door creaked open to reveal a plain metal box. “When else are we gonna get to ride one of the old-timers.”
He stepped in, then waved when we all didn’t move to join him before the doors closed again.
