Inspired by "A Small Case of Overkill" by Sara H
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Katrina stood behind the ticket counter, tired from a long day of work, counting down the minutes until her weekend began. She idly typed in a few keystrokes to prepare for the next customer, and looked up at the line of people snaking their way toward the clerks.
That's when Katrina saw her. Standing in line, behind a couple of other customers was a blonde bimbo dressed in an outfit so skanky, Katrina thought, it would make a Brazilian hooker blush. Well, maybe not that bad, but still horribly out of place in the train station in the middle of the afternoon. A backless pink tank top barely covered the woman's massive breasts, and a ridiculously tiny black miniskirt stretched to cover her bubble butt. The whole trampy package stood precariously upon a pair of punishingly high platform heels, colored to match the shirt, and it was all topped with a tremendous mound of yellow hair. Katrina had no respect for the kind of woman who looked like such a dumb slut.
Katrina looked to the other clerks beside her, both men, and saw that they gawked openly at the girl, despite having customers right in front of them. Typical. The men in line ogled the little floozy and, for whatever reasons, even some women stared. Katrina realized that she was staring too, and certainly not from lust.
Returning her attention to the job, Katrina processed the tickets of another two customers. Then she found herself looking up at the bimbo walking to her counter.
"It figures," Katrina thought with a sigh. Well, at least it meant that the blonde airhead would get a clerk who wouldn't screw up the keyboard by drooling all over it. The girl's face was all tarted up like the rest of her, all shiny white teeth and glossy red lipstick and empty blue eyes with way too much eyeliner. Katrina had to suppress a snort of contempt as the girl obscenely plopped her fat udders up on the edge of the counter. Katrina had way too much class to do something so trashy, even if her A-cup breasts were capable of it.
"I'd like a reserved ticket for the 10 PM train to Miami, in a sleeper car, please," the blonde chirped. She batted her thick eyelashes, almost flirtatiously.
"ID," Katrina replied mechanically as she keyed in the ticket request.
"Umm, sure," her customer replied and lifted a little pink handbag up onto the counter. She fumbled around in it with her long pink-manicured nails, and giggled stupidly as she took too long to sort through whatever she had in there. She stuck her pink tongue out a little and rubbed it on her lower lip, wearing an expression of heavy concentration for the simple task of searching her purse. Katrina just looked at her, bored. So damn pink, Katrina thought. Except for those red lips.
Finally the girl's eyes lit up with glee and the big toothy dimpled grin returned to her face as she pulled a card out and handed it over. Katrina rapidly typed in the license number and glanced incidentally over the other data on the ID. The woman's name was Misty Cummings. Sounded like a porn star, which she easily could have been. She didn't look so much like a whore in her photo, though, Katrina thought.
Katrina handed the ID back and the other woman's fingers brushed her own as she took it. She seemed to be looking in Katrina's eyes a little too intensely. Was this skank flirting with her? The idea was offensive. Probably this was how the bimbo acted to get special treatment from male personnel and she just did it now out of habit. Still, the other possibility existed.
Katrina read off the price of the ticket, and the blond nonchalantly reached into her gaping cleavage to pull out a wad of bills. Katrina blinked and thought "She probably keeps her cash there because she's too slow to find it in her handbag." With another look of intense concentration, the girl peeled off a few bills, moving her lips as she counted silently.
Katrina accepted the money, rung it up and finished off with the standard questions about baggage as the ticket started printing. She handed back the ticket and change. Misty Cummings' smile was almost lewd as she stuffed the cash back between her oversized breasts.
"Thanks, Katrina," the busty blonde enunciated, staring at the clerk's nametag. "Bye." She drew out the latter word with syrupy emphasis, stretching it to two syllables. Katrina wasn't positive, but thought that the girl winked before sliding her tits off the counter and sashaying away. Katrina breathed a sigh of relief. It had only taken a few minutes, but for some reason it had seemed interminable. As she looked down at her terminal screen, her vision blurred a little, and her head felt suddenly light....
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Kate waited behind the ticket counter, looking forward to the end of her work week and the beginning of a relaxing weekend. She tapped at her keyboard, getting it ready for the next customer. Then she looked up at the people in line.
That's when Kate saw her. A blonde bombshell stood in line, wearing a ridiculously sexy, revealing outfit. Kate would never have the guts to wear something so daring, even if she had the body to pull it off, especially here in the train station, in the late afternoon. A tiny pink tank top, no back, showed off an impossibly perfect pair of tits. An equally perfect derrière was displayed nicely by a black miniskirt so small it could have been a belt. The hot girl perched upon a pair of high-heeled pumps and her head was crowned with a nimbus of wonderfully coiffed golden hair. A sparkling bellybutton ring accentuated her tan, toned midriff. Kate couldn't shake the feeling that she'd seen this woman before, but it didn't seem likely that she'd forget somebody like that who looked like she'd just stepped out of a centerfold. Not that Kate was attracted to women sexually, just that this girl was hotter than Kate could dream of being, and Kate both admired and envied her for it.
A brief glance around showed Kate that every eye in the station was on the babe. No surprise there. Even other women stared, whether from lust, or purely aesthetic appreciation, or jealousy, or disapproval.
Kate continued with her work, taking occasional sidelong peeks at the blonde girl. After dealing with a couple of customers, Kate looked up to see the girl sauntering up to her station, and was struck with a jolt of excitement she didn't completely understand. She was just as gorgeous up close. Her face was heavily painted, but she wore it well. Heavy black eyeliner framed her enormous blue eyes, and deep red lipstick framed a set of lustrous pearly teeth as she grinned widely. Kate's eyes got wide as the girl slid her amazing rack up on the edge of the counter. Kate would never have the nerve to flaunt herself so brazenly, but then, her own B-cup tits, while they served her well enough, really weren't worth showing off like this fantastic pair before her.
"Hi, what can I do for you?" Kate asked, trying not to act flustered.
"Hi," the blonde replied, and batted her eyelashes a couple of times. "I'd like a reserved ticket on a sleeper car to Miami."
