One minute passes. The subway train has still yet to arrive. Within the station, many people push forward, causing it to get even more crowded between the dirty concrete walls. It seems everyone wants to take the 8:30 train. Faye, a dark haired working class woman, stands between a pole and a few junkies. This was the last place she wanted to be. It was gritty down here. Within a few minutes the train arrives, and after waiting her turn, she steps on. She has only a few minutes to get to work.
Through the narrow corridors of the train, many different races and classes of people watch her walk down the aisles to find a seat. She feels like she's on display. Her short lengthed black hair flows backward, just below the side of her jaw. She rests it behind her ears most of the time, as well she should. Her face is one of the cutest around and any man that sees her smile will simply melt in her presence. It's been this way since she was a kid.
Guys watch her. They never do anything, but they love to watch. It doesn't bother her, though. In fact, she loves the attention. That's why she takes the train every morning to work. Every man and woman in the downtown area stare her down and penetrate her with their beady little eyes. Upon sitting down on a bench, she notices a slightly older man sitting across from her. Her dark work outfit contours to the shape of her body. And he definitely notices it. With her legs crossed under her skirt, she gives him a dirty look. Naturally, his eyes pull away, ashamed.
After a few seconds of cowering down in her presence, he gives up. However, she doesn't want him to admit to being defeated just yet. With a smooth massage, she adjusts her breasts under her dark work shirt. He looks away, no longer. Giving him a nice, subtle smile, her lips puckering up at the same time, she decides to tease him a bit. Faye is brave - maybe even too brave. Removing her right leg from her left and opening the area between them, she reveals the corridor between her thick, silky white thighs.
Across the way, the strange man can see straight up her skirt. She's not wearing any undergarments. It's completely bare and almost fully shaven. Her vagina is looking the man straight into the eyes. After a brief pause, Faye lets loose a slight moan under her breath. She bites her lip firmly, teasing the strange man even more. His erection is no longer stabilized. It grows to massive length inside of his pants and as soon as the train arrives, he rushes out the door, covering it with his briefcase. Faye covers up her skirt once again and giggles. This is her stop.
Every day was the same. She would target another man and tease him on the train. And no one looked away. It was always the same. Sometimes, even women looked upon her glorious legs and the treasure between them. Faye loved it. She loved every minute of it. It was more than just having fun - She desired this. It was like a giant void had been filled within the walls of her life. She felt complete after every session of teasing. She arrives at work on time, as usual.
Later in the day, she masturbates to the mere thought of teasing people on the train. Her thin, long fingers explore her clitoris as if its never been discovered before. This is the way it was meant to be, she thinks to herself.
The next morning arrives and she gets dressed in similar clothing to the attire she wore the day before. This morning is different, however. Without anything to fill up her morning time, she decides to go a whole hour earlier than usual. It's all because she wants to run the train a few times and tease a few different guys today before her occupation requires her to be there.
Opportunities, she thinks.
The station, once again, is packed with people. Homeless people, working class irishmen, and thugs fill up any vacant space available. Pushing and bumping into one another, it becomes a chore to get to the subway stop. Just beyond the gates, Faye hears the train incoming. She gets a chill down her spine.
"More time to do what I need, more men to take by the balls," She thinks, abruptly.
Minutes before arriving, she got dressed up for the part - soaking her face in makeup to become prettier, as if she wasn't drop dead gorgeous to begin with. She made sure her lashes were top notch, and her lips looked like they tasted of candy cherries. Her cheeks were dashed with a little bit of pink blush, making her look like she had been embarassed. This was her time. She knew she was going to have fun.
The doors open and she walks the aisles, slowly, locating her first victim.
"Bingo!" she thinks to herself, her smile complimenting the thought.