When you need a job you'll take almost anything that comes up. Mandy was in her 40's. divorced and looking for a job that would not only pay her bills but also have her meeting other people. After all, she was a sociable person and she didn't want to be sat in an office with just her co-workers as company.
Although Mandy was no spring chicken, she kept herself in shape and prided herself on her appearance. Her shoulder length blonde hair was always kept tidy and she regularly had her nails done, usually in her favourite scarlet red - to match her lipstick. She visited the gym at least 3 times a week and liked to think that she had a good figure.
In fact Mandy would regularly stand in front of her mirror, naked or course to see how she looked. Her 34d boobs still looked good with their pale pink nipples. She had the odd stretch mark, but then she'd given birth to 2 children so that was to be expected. Her legs were toned and shapely, much to be expected given the hours she had invested running on the treadmill in the gym. Regular squat sessions meant that her bum was still firm too. She had taken to shaving her pubic hair off. Mandy didn't know why. Initially she had full pubic hair when she was married. During her divorce she had started to trim it down to a landing strip and in the last 6 months she had taken the plunge and shaved it all off. It was almost liberating and something she enjoyed doing.
Sat with a coffee one morning she had spotted an advert for a train supervisor. The job sounded relatively simple, to work on passenger trains advising passengers and helping out in the buffet car. Given that she wanted to meet people what better job could there be?
Mandy completed the application form online and waited, and waited and waited. Almost giving up on the hope of even getting an interview she was surprised to receive a letter telling her that she was shortlisted for an interview. The interview was to be in 3 days time. Apprehensive but glad that she finally had some good news Mandy prepared for her interview and then the day came. After an hour she had completed her interview and was given the job, starting in a months time. She couldn't have been happier.
Before she started the job there was a short week long training course and a uniform to be fitted. Mandy had never worn a uniform before and was a bit apprehensive not knowing what she may be forced to wear. She needn't have worried, the uniform was nothing more than a white and green neck scarf, a green woolen dress and tan coloured tights - all worn with black court shoes. The dress Mandy thought was a bit figure hugging but that she thought might play to her advantage.
The week long course was good, she met a small group of other women who had also been successful and they all enjoyed a week of play acting the roles of awkward customers, along with dealing with items left on trains and how to deal with general enquiries. It wasn't too taxing but was all part of introducing Mandy to new people and new situations.
Before she knew it Mandy was on her first actual shift the 9.09 train which was a long haul one, visiting more than 20 stations. It was a busy commuter train and was packed. Mandy went through all of the carriages, checking that the customers were OK and dealing with any issues. It was while doing this that Mandy realised that walking up and down was like looking in a sweet shop of men, and the occasional good looking woman. After all, she liked to describe herself as bi-curious as, although she'd never been with a woman it was something that she wanted to experiment with.
Coach C was one that Mandy enjoyed visiting, it was for first class customers. It was a smaller set up than the main carriages but was more spacious and generally used by business people. It was on one of her trips through Coach C that she noticed Jenny, a brunette lady, in her early 30's in a smart dark blue business suit. Mandy had asked if everything was OK and she struck up a conversation with Jenny. She told Mandy that she off to a conference and that she would be getting the last train back. Mandy was intrigued by her. The business suit didn't give much away, especially as the jacket was quite baggy so Mandy couldn't tell what Jenny was like underneath that.
Just as they seemed to be deep in conversation, Mandy was asked to go and help in the buffet car. Damn, thought Mandy I could almost have got her phone number. The buffet car was busy and was stiflingly hot. Having finished helping in there Mandy went to the toilet. Locking the door behind her she removed her tan tights, these didn't help in the heat. She rolled them up and put them in her pocket. Next to be removed was her black lacy thong. Again it was rolled up and tucked into her pocket. A brief stop for a pee and she headed out into the train again.
Now that she had no tights or thong on Mandy felt strangely comfortable and carried on with her work. Coach C was visited again and Mandy saw that Jenny wasn't sat down - maybe she'd gone to the buffet car or maybe she was in the toilet. Mandy carried on through all the other carriages and on her return she saw Jenny again. Coach C was quiet now with just Jenny sat in it. They smiled at each other and chatted. Jenny had a coffee in front of her and as she leaned over to get something out of her bag she caught the cup, knocking it over onto the table. Mandy had a cloth and was able to mop up the spillage. However, as she'd lent over to wipe up the spilt drink she hadn't noticed her thong fall out onto the table.
Jenny picked up the rolled up black underwear. Before Mandy could do anything, Jenny had unrolled the thong.
"Left by a customer or yours Mandy?"
"Erm."
"Come on don't be shy you can tell me."
"Ok, it's mine."
"Very nice. Oh its from Agent Provacateur, very nice. Too nice to be worn when you're working on a train."
"Well, I like to wear nice things and since my divorce I've treated myself to good underwear."
