The Pornomancer let out a weary sigh as he hoisted his backpack up to his shoulder. He was, as usual, getting out of work half an hour late since, as usual, his replacements had failed to show up on time. Normally he would have complained to his boss, but since his replacement was his boss... Fortunately, the night had been a rather quiet one, and he had managed to get an extra bit of writing done between the endless requests for wake up calls and extra towels. Nothing erotic, unfortunately. The spirits weren't pleased with that, but the Pornomancer tended to be a little leery of writing smut on the clock, as he preferred to get paid rather than get fired.
The door to freedom thunked open as he slammed his hand into the metal bar that held it closed. The sun was already well above the skyline, roasting the city with eighty degree temperatures that were steadily climbing. It was scheduled to be fall soon, but summer wasn't showing any sign of being ready to move on. The Pornomancer stopped to blink, taking a moment to let his eyes readjust to the day star.
The train station was only a few blocks away, an easy walk when there wasn't any traffic to keep him from jaywalking. Of course, that didn't matter when he watched his ride roll out of the stop and head north without him. Letting out another sigh, he found a place on one of the long wooden benches installed around the area and pulled out a book to people watch. It was either that or keep writing, but he preferred to write on the train, where the world was a little less busy.
A few minutes later the station was flooded with people. The first group was the construction workers across the street. They'd been laying the foundation for a new road for the past month or so, and always had something interesting going on. At the moment a pair of burly guys in cover alls were walking the roadbed with a bright orange wheel on a stick. The Pornomancer recognized the device from his aborted attempt at a career as an engineer. Each turn of the wheel would be counted, multiply by the circumference, and voila! Mostly accurate distance measurement.
Then came the office workers. The men all wore the same basic suit in one of three colors, brown, gray, black. The women, on the other hand, looked like someone had vomited up a box of Crayola all over a sheet, then cut up and haphazardly stitched together the result. That was actually kind of depressing. The Pornomancer had a soft fetish for a woman in a good suit, the jacket left open and a few strategic buttons left undone. Pants or skirt was immaterial, as they wouldn't remain on long enough to matter. Sadly, it looked like his fellow office drones wouldn't be winning any beauty pageants any time soon, even if they weren't already old enough to be one of his grandparents.
A tram entered the station, heading south. A few of the high school students it dropped off were dressed in their Navy JROTC, which earned them a nod of respect despite being only two-thirds his age. Other than that, the majority was too young to pay attention to. True, a couple of the sheilas were filling out quite nicely, but it took more than grass on the field to get him interested in the ballgame. It was actually kind of creepy to think about hitting on girls that age, so he didn't. That it also meant he didn't have to think about how old he was getting was just a bonus. Besides, back when he was in high school easy on the eyes usually meant tough on the ears, and he had already dealt with his share of adolescent drama, thank you very much.
The high schoolers pushed on, so the Pornomancer glanced around to see who was left. A couple of night security officers had appeared, their shirts untucked and their belts empty. Some vagrants had wandered over, hoping to score some change off those passing through. They mostly got told off by the day laborers heading out of the city to mow lawns and tidy up flower beds in the suburbs.
Then she appeared.
There was no cheesy 80's pop music soundtrack. The world didn't fade out to a blurry tunnel that left her the only clear thing in his vision. She just sat down on a bench about thirty feet away, dropped a beaten looking black backpack on the ground between her legs, and pulled out a much-thumbed copy of...something. The Pornomancer had powers over sex, not super-vision. All he could make out was that it was a paperback, and even then only because the front cover back around the spine.
But damn, what a woman! A pair of black, nerdy-chic glasses perched on a heart-shaped face, framed by long wavy hair that started brunette at the roots and ended as blonde highlights down by her shoulder blades. Her large breasts seemed a bit too big for her petite frame, riding high in a black "Frozen" t-shirt that was probably a size too small judging from the way it was riding up at the bottom. Her 'shorts' weren't long enough even for that moniker, with the hem of her legs ending just about where her camel toe began. She wore them well, though, with long, toned legs and firm thighs. Her outfit was finished by a pair of ankle socks and Sketchers that had clearly seen better days.
'God damn,' the Pornomancer thought as he peeked at her over his book. He tried going back to reading it for a bit, then started checking her out again. Book. Staring. Book. Staring. 'Yeah, because this isn't fucking creepy at all.'
Still, after a while he gave up reading and just stared. After several minutes the girl looked up from her own book and glanced around. Their eyes met, but the Pornomancer didn't turn away. The surest sign of a guilty conscience was to flinch, and while he was more than willing to admit that he was being creepy, he still didn't feel any guilt over it. Even then, with more than ten yards between them there was a good chance that she would think he was just staring through her rather than staring at her. That would be his excuse, at any rate. The girl blinked first, shrugged, and then went back to her book.
He didn't think anything of it until the train arrived. The Pornomancer figured they would end up on different cars, or, if it was the short run, at the very least on opposite ends of the same car. Instead the girl cut diagonally across the plaza as the train pulled into the station and mounted the stairs directly in front of the Pornomancer. The Pornomancer couldn't just ignore such a blatant challenge, and after boarding right behind her moved to stand in the corner immediately opposite her. From that point of view he discovered that her t-shirt had been cut with a very severe V neck. The valley formed by her cleavage was deep and beautiful, so much so that it probably deserved its own state park.
"It is rude to stare, you know," the girl suddenly said, not bothering to look up from her book.
"Well, my eyes only look in one direction at a time," the Pornomancer retorted. "Frankly, I'd rather they look at you rather than, say, him." The Pornomancer jerked his thumb in the direction of a three hundred pound ball of mobile fat wearing a stained football jersey and a pair of ratty jean shorts. The blob didn't say anything to acknowledge the verbal jab, but merely grunted in agreement. On the other hand, he'd been staring, too.
"I should be able to wear whatever I want without having to be harassed!"
The Pornomancer opened his mouth to say something, but instead pursed his lips together to keep from laughing. After a moment he sucked on his teeth and asked, "You spend a lot of time on Tumblr, don't you?"
