Meagan Jones looked at the clock at the bottom of her computer screen. The numbers read 8:13 on a Friday night. Wow she thought; where did the time go? She had returned late to the office tower where she worked after giving a presentation at a local high school.
She worked for a nonprofit organization that helped troubled boys learn skills that would help them land jobs and keep them off the streets. The problem was that most of them had already gotten themselves into trouble. Standing up in front of 20 of these gang bangers and punks always made Meagan a little nervous, they often seemed more interested in looking her up and down than paying a bit of attention to what she was saying. She could see them undressing her with their eyes every time she stood in front of them. Because of this she would make sure to dress as conservative as possible when she knew she was going to be in front of a group of them. Today she wore a black skirt that went down to her knees but still managed to show her womanly curves, a peach colored silk blouse with buttons that ran down the middle, on top of her blouse she wore a black suit coat that matched her skirt. The whole outfit gave her a librarian appeal and her thick rimmed black glasses and hair pulled back into a bun only added to the look.
Coming from a rich family, she could be working at any number of high powered companies but she was a sucker for a hard luck case. As a kid she was always trying to bring in strays and causing her mother untold fits as filthy dogs would track dirt over her mother's immaculate home. In high school she would always stand up for the small nerdy boys that would get picked on by the jocks. She would stand fearless with her arms on her hips and chest forward telling the much larger boys what cowards they were by picking on someone much smaller than them. Which is why she did what she did; even though the boys did scare her a little bit. She felt that somebody had to show them the right way to do things.
Powering down her computer and packing up her belongings she turned off her desk light and headed for the elevators. Pushing the call button she looked at her reflection in the polished, silver metal of the elevator doors and brushed back a lock of blonde hair that had fallen out of the bun and tucked it behind her ear. The door opened with a ding and she stepped in and waited as she was taken to the lobby. Exiting the elevator she made her way towards the doors.
"You be careful out there Ms. Jones, it's late," came a voice from behind her. Meagan turned and looked. It was Reggie one of the building's security guards sitting behind his desk in the building lobby.
"Thank you," she replied with a smile, "I'll watch my back."
Reggie watched with delight at she turned around and began walking to the glass doors that led out of the building. Her sweet white ass was swaying from side to side in rhythm with her clicking heals. He loved his job. After so many years of back breaking work on the local sea port this security job was a vacation. All he had to do all day was sit on his backside and give people forms to sign in, but his favorite part of the job was watching all the sweet young professional women who worked in this building. Being a poor old black man from the wrong side of the tracks he never got to see this many hot white women walking around. With nothing better to do all day than sit and look at the scenery he could see those sexy, womanly curves that they all tried to hide behind their professional clothing.
Meagan pushed through the glass door into the hot, humid night. It was three blocks to the elevated train station where she would catch her train home. The trip to the station was uneventful, but with her heavy laptop over her shoulder, by the time she made it up the stairs to the top of the platform she had worked up quite a sweat. She made it just in time to see the doors close and the train depart.
"Damn it," she cursed to herself.
At this time of night it would be 15 minutes until the next train arrived. Cursing once again she walked to a nearby bench and sat down. Overheated she took off her jacket and laid it over her lap. She fished a book out of her laptop case and suit jacket and began to read as she waited for the next train. It was one of those trashy romance novels that she loved so much, they were her guilty pleasure. Reading how the book's heroine was seduced and succumbed to her natural urges caused Meagan to realize how long it had been since she had succumbed to those urges herself. She continued reading until she heard the voice coming from the loud speaker announcing the arrival of the next train. Marking her place in the book she gathered her belongings and went to stand at the edge of the platform. She could see the train approaching and there only seemed to be a few people getting on the train from this platform a few train cars down.
The train came to a stop and she walked on and surveyed a place to sit down. There weren't many people so she had her choice of seats. She chose one a little ways back from the door, tossed her coat onto the seat corner, sat down and continued reading her book. With her head in her book she did notice the other people exit at the next station and two rough looking boys get on. Rickie was a kid from the rough side of the city who had gotten into some trouble and it landed him into a school for delinquent kids, that's how he recognized Meagan. Taking a quick look around he saw nobody on the train but him, his homeboy Jorge, and that fine ass teacher that came around the school to teach them some kind of math shit. He nudged Jorge and motioned to Meagan, Jorge understood and both boys moved to sit next to the fine rich white girl. Rickie sat down on the seat across from Meagan and Jorge took up position in the seat next to her. Both boys effectively blocking her in.
Realizing that there were other people around her Meg looked up and saw the two boys. The one sitting next to her was huge; easily over six feet and he had to be over 200 pounds. The other was smaller and seemed familiar to her. He flashed her a sweet smile. "Umm hello," she said, "can I help you."
Rickie spoke up, "Hi Miss Jones. It's me, Rickie, from the economics class at Davis high school. This is my friend Jorge."
Vaguely remembering him but not wanting to be rude she said, "Ohh yes I remember you. How are you? It's nice to meet you, Jorge."
"I just recognized you miss and wanted to say hi," said Rickie as polite as he could. He saw that she was nervous and wanted her to calm down. He asked, "Where are you going so late miss?" "I am going home," she said, "I had to work late."
"Ohh no miss, you shouldn't be working so late on a Friday. Me and Jorge here are going out to a party. You should come with us; you'd be the finest girl there." "I couldn't Rickie. It wouldn't be right and anyways I'm tired." Not liking where things were heading with her trapped in between two boys; one of them very large. She asked, "How is your school work going?" Hoping this would change the subject.
"Let's just say school isn't my thing," he replied, "isn't that right, Jorge?" The hulking sentinel to her left just nodded.
Rickie said, "Anyways, You look stressed. You need to relax. You know I give great massages." He got up and walked around the bench to stand behind her.
"That really isn't necessary," said Meagan feeling more uncomfortable by the minute. "No, no, I insist." With that he began to rub her shoulders.
She had to admit that it really did feel good. He worked his thumbs from the back of her neck up to her head, smoothing out all the tight muscles. He kept this up for a while and slowly Meg began to relax and enjoy the sensation. She closed her eyes and let his magic fingers do their work. Moving on to her shoulders she felt the stress from the week melt away. Then he stopped and she opened her eyes disappointment. "Why?" she asked.
