Rama tried to walk faster, but her fancy heels made that nearly impossible.
"Looking good, baby!" A voice called out from behind her.
She felt her face burn and her hands tremble as she smoothed down her dress. That wasn't the first catcall she had received tonight. Or the second. Or even fifth. Honestly, she had lost count after the tenth one.
As excited as she was when she bought the dress, she was now having second thoughts. It was an extremely tight, sheer black silk dress that hugged all her curves, complete with thin spaghetti shoulder straps and a slit that teased the top of her thigh. It was the kind of dress that demanded attention, and she knew she would receive even more of that soon.
The city's new nightclub had its grand opening tonight, which promised half-off admission. Most of her friends were technically already there, but they had chosen to drive, a bad idea since there was no reasonably priced parking close to the club. Another friend was walking, but she was still pretty far away.
Rama's choice of transportation wasn't much better. But she had spent so much money on this dress and had spent lavishly on drinks and admission at bars in the past month. So, the responsible choice was to take the subway. She scanned her card, and the turnstile let her through, but not until the bare metal pole brushed the bottom of her bare butt, sending a shiver through her body. Feeling conscious, she pulled her dress down again, but it barely budged.
Being half-white and half-Latina, she was blessed with her genes, which gifted her wide hips and a dump truck of an ass. It was already hard to conceal her massive butt inside jeans and leggings, but this dress was pushing the limits. Her strict father would never approve of such a revealing dress. But luckily, her parents were out of the country, visiting family in Mexico, and they wouldn't be back until next week. So, for the month they were gone, she had the freedom to wear more skimpy outfits in order to obtain the attention she so desired. That was also why she went overboard and nearly overdrafted her bank account on nights out with her girlfriends. Ignoring her father's strict rules, she didn't hesitate when it came to alcohol and sleeping around. Last weekend, she got wasted and allowed a guy to grind on her at the bar, then spent the night at his apartment. Of course she felt a bit dirty, but the bliss of being taken to orgasm so many times made her believe it was worth it. This new dress was revealing, but that was the whole point. She wasn't going to leave the club until a guy took her home to ravish her.
Rama muttered under her breath that she should have called a taxi, even if it was more expensive. The subway smelled of sweat and stale bread, but that was tolerable. It was her skimpy dress. No matter what she did, it kept riding up her thighs, and she had to basically keep a hand on the hem at all times. She knew the bottom of her cheeks was already showing, but there was nothing she could do. Heat flooded her face as she passed a couple of college guys sitting on the bench, their eyes flicking toward her as she walked past, giving them a free view of her massive booty. The attention was still satisfying, despite her bright red face.
Standing on the platform, Rama shivered as the cold air began to work its way through her sheer dress. She was wearing a bra, but her nipples were already erect and poking out a little. Within a minute, she heard the screeching sounds of the subway train as it roared into the station.
The doors slid open, and she gasped. The train was
packed
. Of course, almost everyone was going to the same place. The club opening was the biggest thing happening tonight in the city amongst young people.
Sighing, she forced herself inside. The crowd pressed in around her immediately, and she felt her plump ass being brushed over many times. Whether it was accidental or intentional, she didn't mind. She settled for a place in between a guy wearing a strong cologne and a girl wearing a black and white minidress. The train lurched forward, and she stumbled, grabbing onto the nearest handrail. Then she backed up until she felt her backside hit a cold metal pole.
Rama's eyes widened. She could feel the icy metal pressing into her left asscheek, and her heart skipped a beat when she realized it was her
bare
skin. The dress was sheer, but there wasn't any material in between her skin and the cold metal.
She reached a hand back and realized the bottom of her dress had ridden up far enough to expose nearly half of her ass. A wave of panic crashed over her, and she quickly pushed herself off the pole, but then the train jolted again, sending her backwards.
But this time, Rama wasn't so lucky. When she landed back on the pole, it wedged right in between her fat ass. She whimpered when she felt the metal pole be swallowed up by her massive cheeks. It was embarrassing, but the sensation felt amazing, and she bit her lip to suppress an involuntary moan. It was impossible to ignore the whispers and gasps around her, since many people had seen what happened. Avoiding eye contact with everyone, she pulled away from the pole again to yank her dress down. Her face was burning with humiliation, but there was nothing she could do. She rested the side of her hip on the pole, cautiously keeping it there so her ass wouldn't be violated again.
The train rocked through the dark tunnels, the lights above flickering slightly. She exhaled and leaned forward, gripping the handrail with all her strength. Everything seemed fine for a few moments--until she felt it.
A soft tug at the back of her dress. Her spine stiffened, and for a split second, she imagined some creepy guy behind her trying to take a peek. But when she turned her head, she realized the truth was somehow worse.
A girl in a pink glittery dress was standing behind her, balancing a large purse with a sharp metal zipper, which had caught the bottom hem of her thin silk dress.
Rama spun around slowly and tapped the girl's shoulder, and she gasped when she realized the predicament.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" She squeaked, already trying to untangle it.
The girl's fingers reached back, but she couldn't get a good angle. The purse was twisted awkwardly, and the train's constant swaying made it impossible to be precise.
"It's okay," Rama tried to steady her voice from panic. "Just...hold on--"
Suddenly, the train jolted as it slowed down, pulling into the next station.
The girl gasped, stumbling away from her. Her purse's zipper tugged hard at her dress.
RRRIIIIIP!
Rama's heart plummeted as a loud tearing sound filled the car, seeming to drown out all the loud collective conversations. A large piece of her dress fluttered helplessly to the floor. Cold air rushed across her lower back and butt, and when she reached behind her, her hand met bare skin.
The lowest point of her dress was now at her waist. Almost her entire backside was now completely exposed. Of course, the dress was expensive and now it was ruined, but that wasn't the worst part.
Under the sheer dress, she was wearing a skimpy string thong. There was no way it offered any coverage--it barely covered anything at all. She wanted to bend down to retrieve the ripped fabric, but she knew from the right angles, her pussy and asshole would be visible. That thong was meant to be seen by the lucky guy tonight, but instead, everyone in the train car got a perfect view. She repositioned her own purse--thankfully, it had a long strap to reach down to her rear--but it was small and utterly useless in covering anything else.
The collective gasps she had heard were deafening. She glanced around the train car, her eyes wide open with fear. A guy in a blazer's mouth was wide open to form a perfect 'O'. Two girls were whispering to each other, giggling quietly. Every other passenger seemed to be in shock as they noticed the damage.
Rama stumbled a little, even though the train was now stationary. "Oh my God," she mumbled, her face burning like fire.
The subway doors slid open. The girl whose purse had ripped her dress didn't even apologize but instead betrayed her. Fast as a lightning bolt, she stepped off the train and vanished into the crowd, leaving Rama to stare at her. Passengers left, and the new passengers gasped when they noticed how exposed she was.
Now she was standing here, in the middle of a packed subway car, with most of her round, juicy ass hanging out for the whole car to see. Forget about walking into a nightclub like this. How was she supposed to make it
to
the nightclub while practically mooning everyone behind her?
The doors beeped and slid closed. The train pulled forward. Rama had never wanted to disappear so badly in her life.
The man in the blazer had come to his senses as he bent down to retrieve her torn-off fabric. Rama gasped as she examined how big the patch was. Everything it used to cover up was now fully bare. A girl in a dark blue off-shoulder crop top came over and pulled something out of her purse.
"Good thing I'm carrying these," the girl flashed an apologetic smile before pulling out some safety pins. "I'll take care of you."
Rama could only pray as she heard the girl instruct the man to hold the fabric in place while she got to work. Soon, she felt the torn-off silk stay in place as the girl carefully mended her dress.
"There we go." The girl ran her fingers along the seam of the ripped fabric before stepping back. "It's not perfect, but you're mostly covered up now."
Rama turned her head back and felt the fabric. It was still loose, but it was now held on to her main dress with five safety pins. She worried the pins would poke into her butt, but she was willing to take that risk over flashing everybody.
"Oh, thank you so much!" Rama embraced the girl in a tight hug.
"Of course," the girl whispered. "Girls always have each other's backs."
Rama was seething at the thought, reminded of the girl who had ripped her dress in the first place. She would be scanning the nightclub for that girl because she was going to get back at her the first chance she got.
The attention around her seemed to slowly ebb away, but she knew what everyone already saw. Still, this kind girl's gesture had saved her from an even more embarrassing night. Rama asked if she was headed for the nightclub, but she shook her head. The girl was off to her boyfriend's and wouldn't be getting off for another few stations.
Finally, with a loud
ding
, the train arrived at her station. The doors opened, and she could hear the muffled chatter from the platform outside. Without thinking, she darted out of the train as quickly as possible, trying her best to minimize the amount of time she spent in public. The loose fabric fluttered in the wind, but it stayed mostly in place.
Her heart was pounding as she rushed toward the escalator, the soft click-clack of her heels loud even amongst all the noise. She kept her head down, hoping to remain unnoticed, but it was no use.
"Nice view," a voice called from behind her.
Rama didn't dare turn around. The sound of whistling followed, then a few more bold comments.
"Damn, girl, you're thicker than a Snicker!"
"Does it clap?"
A few more whistles rang out, and she could feel the eyes on her as she made her way up the escalator. They were enjoying every second of it. And the obnoxious guys right behind her didn't even try to hide their attention.
Suddenly, she felt a violent tug at the bottom of her dress, and before she could protest, she felt the fabric detach again. Slapping a hand back, her palm struck her bare ass, confirming her fears as it made a loud smack, which echoed all over the station.
"Damn, that shit
jiggles
!"
