Carrie Heffernan (Leah Remini/The King Of Queens) used to drive to work at the company she's currently a secretary at, but she and her husband Doug had been going through some rough financial difficulties so she sold her car and decided to ride the subway to work.
Carrie's a babe. Brown hair. Tight, curvy body. Perky C cup tits. Gorgeous, luscious lips that are always covered perfectly with creamy, wet lipstick. She prefers red. Because of her natural attributes, riding the subway every day to work she worried might be a little challenging. She was right.
Every day someone is rubbing up against her, touching her rather spectacular butt, and generally getting on her nerves. Carrie has a short fuse so it's been getting to her.
"Look at this bunch of losers." Carrie says to herself as she stands in the middle of the aisle and looks around, no seats are available.
Just then she feels something hard and long press against her butt. She's hoping it's an umbrella, but it's not. It grinds on her curvy rear. Carrie starts fuming, quickly turning around to yell at the pervert behind her... But there's no one. What the hell? She knows she felt what seemed like a rather large cock grinding on her ass through her skin tight beige tight that goes below her knees. It perfectly accentuates that very nice hiney of hers. That's why Carrie wears it. She doesn't mind giving her bosses a little booty show for good job security, but she realizes it has other, less wanted effects, on her subway rides.
She calms herself, still fuming, but trying to chill a little. She turns back around, still holding the hand support to steady herself on the ride. The car stops and the doors open. Passengers hurriedly get on and off. Carrie anxiously waits, looking at her watch. "Damn... another late night." She tells herself. The car takes off again and Carrie relaxes.