Tam was in a hurry, this was yet another day she hit snooze one too many times. She took her cheap coat and purse; once a week she had to go to her company's headquarters Downtown in the Pink Zone, so her outfit better be something she didn't mind staining. Not only the area, but the public transportation surely was going to be a hassle.
Once in the subway station she purchased her ticket and presented her ID to buy her wristband. She was feeling like blue today, besides, she didn't have much time to spare. The fare token collector gave her a blue paper wristband. stamped and barcoded (like the ones you would see entering a concert). There was not a kid in sight, it was school time, and the closer you got to the Pink Zone, the less kids you were likely to encounter.
There was, however, a man jerking off, leaning on the nearest pillar. Tam saw his green wristband on his right hand, which was wrapped around his cock. A woman with curly hair approached him, fixated on his member. Tam noticed, better than the other woman, that she licked her lips indecisive on whether to interact with the man or not. The man smiled a crooked grin and offered his left hand to the lady. She froze for a second, like walking towards him had been an unconscious move. Finally she decided to go for it and take his hand. The man acted quick and put her hand on his cock, encouraging her to masturbate him. His breath moved his coat up and down as he inhaled her scent from between her tits.
The subway's arrival interrupted Tam from the scene. The wagons were color coded, so the passengers wouldn't disrupt with the engagement decisions of others. The front was for purple and red waistbands. And liberties were to increase in intensity the further back you got in the subway. The rule of thumb was to not get in the very back if you were not intending to participate at all. You would find more color diversity in the middle. That's where Tam got on.
The smell was strong inside. There was a cleanup crew that sanitized every two hours, but evidently she had boarded before the two hours were up. The girl with the curls got in as well, and there was a fresh cum stain on the lower part of her shirt. She sat two seats left of a plump gal who had a man burried deep in her pussy, slurping at her juices. She was holding hands with another fellow, who was jerking off vigorously at the sight of her. The man who just had his handjob from the curly haired woman was now on a business phone call, covering the phone to not let the heavy woman's moans reach the other end of the line. His cock was slumped on a semi hard-on still dangling out of his pants.
This sight was normal in the subway. and the racket from the green end of the subway was neither visible nor audible, but was surely worse than where Tam was seating. The wagon wasn't completely full, but some people opted to stand lest they risk finding unidentified body fluids on their seats. There was a brunette woman holding on to the railing looking at her phone every so often, when a pair of hands appeared at her sides pushing her close to a stranger's crotch. She lifted the hand that was holding her phone for the stranger behind to see that her bracelet was blue; indicating that she did not wish to engage with him. Tam heard a faint "Oh, pardon."
