I started taking a different subway to work last week, so everyone I saw was new to me. I spent the first few days making a mental note as to which women were regular riders. A couple of these girls seemed a bit plain in the looks department, but after a few days it almost looked like they were trying to look as un-interesting as they possible. Clothes that hid the shape of their bodies, no makeup, and rather plain hairstyles.
Two of these girls, and me, were the only ones that stayed on the subway at the transfer station; we waited there for about 5 minutes every day while we waited for people to show up. They seemed to be friends from the way they would chat most of the ride. I started wearing mirrored sunglasses, and acting like I was sleeping, just so I could watch them withoug them realizing it.
I felt like such a stalker. They even got nicknames. They became "Tall Blonde" and "Short Blonde." How original – but I never did get their names. But, I'm not that much to look at, and I am kind of weird, so I usually couldn't get a date without by myself. There is no way that either of these girls would ever do more than say "hi" to me, much less associate with me.
This morning, they must have over-heard me on my phone. As everyone else was getting off the subway, I had promised to lend a friend of mine some money. When I had said I had about $100 extra he could borrow, Short Blonde sharply turned her head to look at me, then tried to play it off like she was just reaching for her purse. My friend said he only needed $50, so to gauge the girl's reaction, I said back to him that only $50 is fine.
As the subway finished emptying, Tall Blonde came over towards me, sitting one row away. She asked me if it was true that I had some extra money, and that her friend desperately needed money, since she had just lost her job. Since I didn't really know them, plus she was out of work, I figured that it would be rather hard to get repaid.
I figured this was a perfect opportunity, there's no way I should waste it – so I got right to it. I told her to tell her friend that I would give her $50 in exchange for a lap dance, right here and now. Tall Blonde's jaw dropped, her eyes got huge, and she gasped. No other comment, she just walked back to Short Blonde to tell her what I said. They both looked at me and I could see the indicision in her face.
To help make up her mind, I pulled a bill out of my pocket, letting them see the number '50' on it. Slowly, Short Blonde walked over to me and asked if I was sure that was the only way she could get that money. A dozen other things popped into my mind, but I told her that this was the quickest, safest, and most legal way she would get it from me. No sex, no taking clothes off, just a quick lapdance.
I figured there were about 4 minutes until people started getting on the subway. She said OK, and quickly stepped over right in front of me, turned around, and sat down on my lap. Holding on to the seat in front of us, she leaned forward a bit, and started rubbing her ass across me.
I couldn't believe this, it was actually happening! Not content to let my legs get all the attention, I put my hands on her lower back, moving over to her sides, and down to the sides of her ass. She didn't stop me, so I kept going. While I was moving my hands across her ass, she started lifting her ass a little higher off my lap. As it went up, I put both my hands out, and got under her. Knowing I didn't have much time, I put one hand further, rubbing her pussy through her skirt as she was grinding on me.