Eight year old Julie looked down from the top of the skyscraper. Seeing the city down there, sparkling the night up with its lights, made her feel dizzy.

The skyscraper was all silver and stood supreme and happy in the beautiful and clean nightly landscape, while the wind unthreaded thin cloud filaments in an incredibly blue stage. That was the time when cities get caught by inspiration.

From the aerial scraper top, the little girl could see the streets and buildings down there, while the darkness marched on to everything and let its many palpitating lights, powerful men and even more powerful women, fur coats and fiddles, onyx motor cars, glistening neon signs of the clubs, diamonds and pearls, gardens and fountains, parties, desires and love show down. And everything was cloaked in the consuming spell of the night, the right tie to fantasize about glory and pride.

Julie saw all of this and she wanted to stretch herself out of the balustrade and let herself fall down. She was dreaming about flying, but she was falling down. The scraper was extraordinarily high, so streets and squares down there were extremely far down yet, and who knows how much time was needed to get there. And the litte girl was falling down.

That was the time when balconies and terraces in the highest stairs were crowded by stylish and wealthy people who were doing happy hour and talking about silly topics. Many mixed styles of music came out. Many people went to look at Julie when she went down by. Such flights, mostly performed by girls, weren't so unusual around the skyscraper, and they were a nice entertainment to the tenants; and besides the rent rates for those higher apartments were very, very high.

The sun wasn't completely down yet and did its best to light up Julie in her little dress. It was a simple, cheap Spring dress, but the sentimental light of the sunset made it so better, made it classy.

From the millionaires' balconies, many polite hands were offering flowers, glasses out towards her.

"Lil' Lady, what about a drink? O gentle butterfly, why don't you stop by for a minute?"

She just flitted down, happily laughing along: "No thanks, O Gentlemen, I'm in a hurry, I want to get there".

"To get... where?" they asked her.

"Ooo, I cannot tell" she answered, waving her hands in a bye-bye.

So those rich people cared about her. This made her happy. But right then something happened. All of a sudden, Julie's hands had no more freedom. Invisible bonds had got hold of the girl's arms and were keeping her wrists together behind her back.

Julie's flight went on. The classy partying terraces were much above now. She went by a window where there was a twelve year old boy.

"Why don't you stay here for a minute and keep me company, I'm being punished" he asked. She felt sorry for him, punished in the middle of a partying universe, and tempted to accept, but then she just answered, "I'd love to, but I'm tied up at present". Now her ankles were bound too.

She then met some couples, the older ones tried to warn her: "With a whole life ahead, why are you hurrying like this? You'll have plenty of time later. Stop by for some time, it's no big party but you'll enjoy it" and such.

She couldn't answer so properly, because as soon as she had understood those words she was some floors below already; and because a ball gag had emerged from nothing and taken home in her mouth. And she went down and down, merrily, because when you're young you always fall down merrily.

Besides, Julie had gone a long way down already, but it still was a long way to go down.

Meanwhile, the sun had plunged into the sea and disappeared leaving a huge, red aura behind. Its rays couldn't excite Julie's dress anymore, but almost all the apartment windows showed some light in them and that enhanced Julie's leather corset, miniskirt and high-heeled boots enough. Those lower apartments didn't have so happy and classy people in them. She was at the offices level. She saw girl employees and secretaries at their desks. Many of them were her age or younger and tired after a day spent at work. Still, some ran to the window and called: "Where are you going? Why such a hurry... Who are you?". Their voices were betraying a shade of envy.

"They're waiting for me down there," she'd have liked to answer, hadn't she been gagged. "Cannot stop, sorry...". And right then a very rude and severe crotchrope materialized under her skirt while her panties disappeared.

Julie could see what was happening on the ground, now. There were many Cadillac and Mercedes-Benz cars coming and many gentlemen in tuxedos and ladies in evening dresses, so there was to be a party or a premiere there. Julie had dreamed to be in such events for her entire life. She had to be there, and under the spotlight. She was feeling that opportunity, fate, romance, true life were waiting for her down there.

But, what? Another falling girl there, a bare hundred feet away. She was clearly more beautiful than Julie, she was wearing a silky nightgown and high-heeled mules with sequins on them, was hogtied and had her mouth taped shut with golden adhesive tape. The other girl was about eighteen years old and was somehow coming down faster than Julie did. She passed Julie quickly, leaving her disappointed. That girl was going to get to the party first. Maybe it was all just a plan to leave Julie out.

Right then Julie discovered she was topless and hogtied, and she saw another thing- the landscape was more crowded than she had thought. Many young bound women were falling down the sides of the skyscraper, excited faces behind their gags, the little they could move cheerfully wiggling, they seemed to say, "Hey, we're here too, it'll be a big time for us too, we're going to the party, to the world". It all had become a race or sort. And the more they went down, the more bound up and naked they became. And the older. And the more sluttishly made up. And the uglier.

Julie felt dizzy again. She had been so self-confident when she first dove down. It was perhaps the cold air, but she found she was shivering. Or was it fear, the fear of a irreparable mistake?

Deep dark, it looked like it was the middle of the night. No more music, so few windows with lights on, no people in the apartments, the offices were empty. The lights down there were going off.

Julie understood she was late for the party and felt so sorry. It was too bad, because her body had developed so well while she was falling down, and her freshly-appeared braless and crotchless latex outfit enhanced that. Oh well, such a sexy woman in a red rope diamond-patterned Japanese bondage surely would have found a place where she could meet success anyway.

But everything was dark mow. No, wait. Some light from some windows. And the sun was about to rise. There was hope, Julie thought. There was hope. But that invisible power was already stitching her eyelids shut.

Joshua Phillips was having his morning coffee in his apartment at the 28th floor. His wife was doing some housework around. A shadow flashed through the window.

"Joshua, Joshua, a woman just went by" the woman said.

"Uh- And who was she?" he asked, his stare glued to his morning newspaper.

"An old woman. Very old. She looked frightened".

"The usual routine" Joshua commented. "Only old hags down here. They say that from the 500th floor up such beutiful girls can be seen. No wonder the rent rates for these apartments are so high".

"Well," the woman remarked, "at least we get to hear them thumping down".

Joshua stayed silent for some seconds, then shook his head: "Nah- not even the thump, this time".

And he took another sip of coffee.