Thanks to the delicious Faye_Skylark for allowing me to borrow the delightful world of Whore Division; hope you enjoy my humble homage!
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Kira Sallet raised an eyebrow amusedly as the hefty black man sitting on her left gratuitously pressed his thigh against hers. She wondered if he could tell that she was wearing stockings, patterned black hold-ups that showed her lengthy lithe legs to advantage under a tiny white skirt, matching her slightly impractical but absurdly gorgeous open-toed killer platform high heels. Her royal blue knitted vest top stopped two inches above her belly button and hinted at the black bra beneath it.
Kira was used to male attention and didn't particularly mind it. Even on the New York subway from a horny overweight stranger.
Kira knew that she was an attractive girl but did her best not to be arrogant or egotistical. She was of medium height with a slim yet curvaceous body; her hair was long and almost black; her skin was smooth and lightly tanned; her eyes were dark and expressive with her eyebrows almost always knowingly arched; her mouth was wide and animated; her features delicate and even.
In short she was beautiful, a visual combination of sweet girl-next-door and alluring temptress. She'd indulged herself in some decoratively ornate yet chic tattoos on her arms and right foot, allowing her to deliberately project an image somewhere along the angel-to-slut scale depending on what she decided to wear and therefore what she decided to reveal.
Kira had discovered the power that she naturally possessed through her physical appearance at a relatively early age. As her lithe body developed, she noticed that male gazes lingered over her smooth ripe bosom, her taut full arse and long lissom legs. She quickly realised that she could skilfully influence both boys (other pupils at school) and men (her teachers at school) through a suggestive smile, a hot breathy whisper in the ear or perhaps the lingering touch of a plump rounded breast against an unsuspecting arm.
As Kira matured so did the scope and techniques of her manipulation. Sex was a natural and enjoyable progression until she became highly adept satisfying men, using her dexterous hands, her creative mouth and even her tight young pussy.
And now, at the still tender age of eighteen, she loved all aspects of sex, taking immense pride in her impious and licentious ability to delight and immense fulfilment in performing the very act itself to highly proficient levels.
It wasn't that she was a bad person. In fact, Kira was proud of never taking advantage of or upsetting anyone. She always made sure that any man with whom she interacted was thoroughly satisfied. She never over-promised nor did she ever under-deliver.
She was intelligent, articulate and generous and was always mindful of those less fortunate than her, being highly public-spirited and altruistic.
For example, she didn't just like to help out her local homeless charity shelter by volunteering to cook or serve soup: she'd go the extra mile by rewarding her fellow volunteers with impromptu blowjobs to increase recruitment and even freely allow some of the homeless clients to grope her breasts and pinch her nipples to make their challenging and often heartrendingly wretched lives just a touch better, almost literally.
In fact, throughout varied aspects of her life, Kira did her best to give generously of her body not just for charity but for favours, received, for great service or, on occasion, because someone simply needed to be cheered up.
Kira knew that some might consider her a loose-principled whore who got down on her knees or spread her legs for virtually anyone at the drop of a hat but she was also caring, patriotic, intellectually gifted and determined to have a great career as a lawyer.
In fact that was why she was in New York. She had applied for and been accepted by the Columbia University School of Law - entirely on the basis of her intellect and academic achievement - and she'd decided to come to Manhattan for a long weekend to scope out various options for accommodation prior to starting her freshman year.
She was on a train heading downtown for a bit of sightseeing before getting back to apartment hunting whilst allowing the chubby black stranger to get a harmless thrill from the feel of her firm thigh against his. She speculated if he would perhaps try to cop a feel of her breast behind his copy of the Journal and whether she'd say anything if he did and then was irrationally disappointed as he got off the train at Times Square-42nd Street.
She glanced at the man who sat down in his place to her left. He certainly didn't look like the type to steal a sneaky grope. In fact he looked really nervous, sweaty browed and was breathing raggedly, his bright ginger hair in disarray, his pleasantly freckled face red with exertion. She caught his eye, fully expecting him to check her out and was surprised when he ignored her and stared at his rucksack on the floor instead.
Kira smiled amusedly to herself, shaking her head slightly. She had to guard against conceit if she were starting to get concerned that every semi-attractive man she met wasn't throwing himself at her!
The man was preoccupied, furtively rummaging around in his rucksack. Kira looked down and frowned. Suddenly her heart began pounding and she felt a rushing sound in her head. Unless all that she had learned from the exciting world of Hollywood action films had let her down, the man had a bomb in his bag! Certainly it looked like no other piece of electronics she'd ever seen, with a mobile phone strapped to a pack of something gel-like with various peripheral wires. She'd only caught a glimpse of it as he nervously checked it but she was as was certain as she could be!
He started to sit up again and she turned away casually.
What should she do? She could scream blue murder but then might he just explode the device; after all he could be a deranged suicide bomber. And what if she were wrong? That would be so embarrassing! But then again better to be embarrassed than dead. She had to do something!
Thinking quickly she took out her phone, desperately hoping that the intermittent signal would hold and surreptitiously wrote a text, "HELP! MAN WITH BOMB in 3rd or 4th CARRIAGE ON THE 1 LINE JUST SOUTH OF TIMES SQUARE! THIS IS NOT A JOKE! CALL POLICE!" and sent it to her entire phone book.
The man didn't seem to suspect anything as she slipped her phone back into her bag. She just had to hope that someone would quickly call the police and they'd act before he could do anything. Perhaps she could somehow separate him from the rucksack or at least delay him from carrying out his plans. Instinctively, she knew she had to focus on what she did best.
Without further thought, Kira turned to him and slipped her right hand under his coat and squeezed his crotch. The red-haired man grunted in surprise as she began to rhythmically fondle his rapidly burgeoning erection.
"What are you doing?" he hissed at her.
She lent in and whispered, "Do you like to have your cock sucked?"
