Fifty Minutes Away 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This is a polished draft of a story that I initially published a few years ago.

For anyone who's read this before, the story is exactly the same. I've gone through it and given the document a much-needed polish as there were some typos and inaccuracies that have always driven me crazy and I've been dying to fix them. Both sequels to this are also being polished in the same way and will be uploaded within a few days.

Thank you to anyone who offers their time to check this out for the first time and thanks to everyone who read the original version.

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As she dabbed at the remainder of the droplets of water on her hands with her paper towel, Kayla afforded herself a further look into the long, grimy bathroom mirror and couldn't stop the satisfied smile from creeping onto her face.

It was just after 6:45 p.m. on a warm Tuesday evening in late August and Kayla was looking forward to meeting her boyfriend, Shawn, for their regular midweek date night. Together, they'd planned a simple evening where they'd meet at 7:00 p.m. in the city for some quick drinks and then enjoy a late dinner together at 8:30 p.m.

Having just stepped off the train a few minutes earlier, Kayla was standing at the sink in front of the mirror in the train station's large public bathroom. As rush hour had already passed, Kayla was relieved that the bathroom was pretty much empty, except for a few stall doors that were closed and locked behind her. She hadn't used the facilities as the bathroom was about as clean and tidy as one would expect, but she'd grown accustomed to nipping into that bathroom on nights out to take a final look at herself in the large mirror and make sure she was happy with her appearance. As for this quiet Tuesday evening, Kayla was very pleased with what the mirror was showing her.

Her white satin slip dress clung to her petite frame as the neckline plunged to showcase more than a hint of her impressive cleavage. As she twisted and turned, posing in front of the mirror, Kayla took in all of her angles and was delighted that the dress had fitted her so well. The hem never threatened to reach her knees as it showed off her toned, muscular thighs and lightly tanned skin.

Standing there at just under 5'2", Kayla was a 20-year-old freelance personal trainer with a growing list of clients. Her goal had been to build a body that was strong and healthy, but one that contributed towards her sex appeal rather than detract from it. If there was a witness in that bathroom to how Kayla looked standing in front of that mirror, they'd surely attest to how superb she looked. Her bared arms, shoulders, thighs and calves all told the world that this was a girl who lifts, with her tight, round ass hugged perfectly by the thin white satin dress.

What truly set Kayla apart was her natural beauty, which had men interested in her long before she ever set foot in a gym. Her long, straight dark hair flowed down past her shoulders until it reached midway down her back. The mirror reflected her deep brown eyes back at her as Kayla lifted her hands to adjust the thin gold chains acting as the straps of her gorgeous dress. With a broadening smile, Kayla was delighted with her outfit as the mirror captured her perfect white smile, which was her secret weapon when introducing herself to, and securing, prospective clients.

As she gently lifted the gold chain straps only an inch from her shoulders, the top of her dress was manipulated into the desired position around her chest. The chains slipped through two small circular gold hoops just above her breasts and reached over her shoulders, before running down tightly against her bare back, before slipping through two matching hoops just above her ass.

While Kayla worked incredibly hard for her world-class physique, her signature assets were her enhanced breasts which the slip of a dress was struggling to contain. Her entire wardrobe was devoted to showing off her sensational curves, which Kayla had raced to acquire as soon as she turned 18.

Her original intention hadn't been to go up so many cup sizes at once, but they didn't come anywhere close to distorting her tiny frame. They were bolted onto her chest nice and tight, just the way Kayla demanded, sitting proudly as they added a whole new dimension to Kayla's allure. The roundness and fullness of her cups were what practically hypnotised Shawn when she met him during her side gig as a nightclub hostess, where she was offering bottle service.

Having elected to not wear a bra, which would spoil the look of the backless dress, her cleavage was more prominent at the sides as her unsupported breasts offered only the slightest jiggle as Kayla brought her routine of poses in front of the mirror to an end. The sight of her nipples pressing against the thin white satin, as they began to slowly harden in the cool air of the bathroom, only compelled Kayla to offer a cheeky grin as she relished the inevitable look on Shawn's face when he finally saw her in the outfit.

Kayla's only dilemma about wearing such a provocative backless dress was doing so on a quiet Tuesday evening when it would be the perfect weapon for a wild weekend in the club. But as soon as it arrived, Kayla had tried it on and couldn't wait for an excuse to wear it. She was thankful that the temperature was warm enough as she didn't have to wear a coat. After running a stray hand through her dark hair, Kayla placed her cream purse over her right shoulder and walked towards the bathroom door. With her matching cream heels thudding against the hard tiles of the bathroom floor, Kayla swung open the door and departed to meet her boyfriend.

Despite being together for just over a year, Kayla and Shawn didn't live together. Kayla shared a flat with her friend just outside Glasgow City Centre, while Shawn lived alone in a more rural area around an hour outside the city. The routine that both had settled into for their midweek dates was to enjoy themselves in the city, then stumble back to Kayla's flat. But as delighted as she was with how she looked; Kayla was soon fretting as to why she hadn't heard from Shawn for over an hour.

No sooner had the thought formed in her mind than Kayla heard the ringing of her phone in her purse. Standing on the pavement just outside the train station, Kayla felt reassured when she saw that the call was from him.

After taking a moment to swipe the screen with her right thumb to answer, Kayla lifted the phone to her right ear and spoke. "Hey, babe, that's me just arrived. I'm standing outside Queen Street Station...how long will you be?"

Just as she posed the question, Kayla struggled to hear what was coming from the other end of the line. After a few moments, her boyfriend's familiar voice came through but the reception was garbled. "Hey, Kayla...listen, I'm really sorry about this but I'm stuck on the train. We've been stopped for well over half an hour, something about an overhead signal failure. We're right in the area where the reception is awful, I've been trying to call and text you but this is the first time it's worked."

In a fit of exasperation, Kayla glanced around and saw a wooden bench right next to her. With the sun still shining, Kayla's chin dropped as she tried to work out the ramifications. "Shawn, please tell me you're joking. I'm already here now...I'm going to be on my own... Have they told you when the train's going to start moving again? Please don't tell me I'm going to be here for a while... I'm wearing that white dress I told you about..."

With the phone still pressed tightly to her ear, Kayla listened as Shawn's voice fought to be heard through the breaks in the reception. "The driver came on the radio five minutes ago, he said we'd be expected in Glasgow around 50 minutes from now. Babe, I know it's a pain in the ass to be left on your own...but I've had to come all the way down to the very end of the train just to get one bar of signal. I'm practically hanging out of the window right now... But I promise, once this train gets going, I'll make my way to you as soon as I can. I should still make it for our dinner reservation, and I'm desperate to see you in that dress, babe..."

The tone of his voice told Kayla everything she needed to know. He was as annoyed by the delay as she was, and soon her thoughts turned to where she could go to wait for him. "Babe, it's fine, don't worry about it. The trains are a fucking disgrace these days, this kind of thing is always bound to happen. Look, I can hide away somewhere with a drink and just sit on my phone until you get here." After a quick glance around, Kayla's eyes were drawn to the neon blue sign of the closest bar she could see and quickly made her decision. "That bar we always pass outside Queen Street Station, it's called Diamonds...the one with the blue sign, meet me in there and please, text me once your train starts moving."

Suddenly, the signal between the two started to become further strained. After a few uncertain moments, Shawn spoke up. "Ok, I've got that. Diamonds...I'll be there as quickly as I can. Everything will be my treat tonight, babe, I'll do everything I can tonight to make it up to you..."

The words only just escaped his mouth before Kayla heard three little beeps in her ear to confirm that the line had gone dead. After taking a moment to place her phone back into her purse, Kayla cursed the length of the delay as she knew that none of her friends were in the city. She was going to have to ride it out on her own.

The exit to the train station opened up onto a small concourse which funnelled revellers to the front door of Diamonds, around 100 feet from where Kayla stood. She'd always considered the bar to be equal parts grubby and gaudy, with her and Shawn having around 20 other bars within walking distance that they preferred. But she remembered they had comfortable leather booths which, in her current predicament, she felt would be an ideal hiding place until Shawn eventually arrived. After taking a deep breath, Kayla started to walk towards the entrance.

Once she arrived, she walked through the already open door and glanced around. The place wasn't particularly well-lit for the early evening, and there were only a handful of customers standing waiting at the bar. As it was a Tuesday, very few of the customers were wearing anything other than jeans and T-shirts. Kayla spotted a few smaller groups sitting at tables in their office wear, but she stood out like a sore thumb in her daring white dress. As she shuffled in her heels towards the bar, she reckoned that the place must have only been at around five percent capacity, if that. After an anxious glance at her phone, only to find no news from Shawn, Kayla glanced up as a barmaid started walking across to serve her.

As Kayla ordered her first drink of the evening, two blonde women were stood at the opposite end of the bar. They stood with a sideways stance to Kayla, appearing to be facing each other as they spoke, but both were taking turns to look her up and down as she paid the barmaid for her drink. Just as Kayla took her first sip from her simple vodka and orange, one of the blonde girls looked over her friend's shoulder towards a man standing behind the bar and softly gestured for him to join them.

After a careful glance around him and over his shoulder, the man lifted the counter at the end of the bar and walked through the gap before resting the counter back into place. He was dressed casually, wearing a pair of black jeans and a slightly oversized blue T-shirt, and looked like he was in his late thirties. The blonde girls were only a few paces away and he closed the distance quickly.

When he approached them, he looked into the eyes of the girl who gestured towards him and spoke barely above a whisper. "Unless she's an escort, and a fucking expensive one at that, there's no way that a girl like that's on her own. Victoria, are you sure about this? It's going to be her...isn't it?"

Just then, the blonde girl standing with Victoria adjusted her stance until she was directly facing the man. "Oh, she's sure alright. Just look at her, Bobby...you think someone like that is going to walk in here, to a shithole like this, with that dress...and that fucking body...and it's not going to be her?" Despite matching Bobby's hushed tone, the girl's Russian accent was unmistakeable. "Yeah, Victoria's sure...and you better believe that I'm sure too..."

Bobby took a deep breath as the blonde girl turned to catch Victoria's gaze and the two offered a wicked smile at each other. Slowly, Victoria turned her head to look Bobby in the eye. "You're right about one thing, there's no way that she's going to be on her own so we'll need to move fast." Victoria's Russian accent was just as pronounced as her friend's, but both girls had an excellent command of the English language. "It was Natalya who spotted her before I did. I don't know where she's going dressed like that, but we can't wait to introduce ourselves..."

Victoria softly tilted her eyebrow as she leaned in a little closer to Bobby. "Natalya's left a black envelope inside the second drawer of the desk in your office. We won't be here all night, but it'll go exactly as we told you. Scrub the cameras for the last two days and treat tonight as business as usual. If any big groups come in, get your staff to give us some space. I want the fire exit next to the jukebox disabled and left ajar. When we're leaving, it takes us straight out into the car park."

The nod Bobby offered acknowledged his instructions, but was rueful and subdued. "I can handle all of that. Do you want the footage scrubbed or do you need the hard drives to be destroyed?"

Natalya offered a slight giggle as she reached out and took Victoria by the hand. "They'll come with their questions when it's time, just keep it simple. Do whatever you feel comfortable explaining to them. A power surge that scrubbed the footage is easier to explain than a pile of smashed, or missing, hard drives. Either way, when they come...we'll be gone."

Victoria glanced over her shoulder and tugged Natalya's hand to alert her to the sight of Kayla walking across to the booths with her drink. Together, they watched intently as Kayla walked the full length of the row of booths to sit at the one furthest from the front door.

As she looked back towards Bobby, Victoria stared him right in the eye. "The envelope is for you, but if you need to replace any equipment...speak to Sergei in a few weeks." With her hand still gripped by Natalya's, Victoria kept her stare locked onto Bobby's as she smiled at him. "How do we look?"

Bobby eagerly accepted his invitation to look them both up and down and let his eyes drink in every little detail. After a sharp intake of breath, he returned to Victoria's gaze. "You both know the answer to that. Good enough to make it fast...even for a girl like that..."

Natalya smiled as she started to turn and lead Victoria by the hand towards Kayla's booth. With a glance back over her shoulder at Bobby, she hissed with her thick accent. "If you want to watch...make it subtle. It'll be a while before we're back, so enjoy the show." With that, Natalya tugged Victoria's hand and the two turned to head towards the booths.

Kayla had only just sat down in the middle of the semi-circular booth and was pleasantly surprised by how comfortable the black leather couch was. The table that she rested her drink upon was simpler, a sturdy wooden table that didn't leave a lot of room to stand to get out of the booth. She had to shuffle her way across the curved leather couch to reach the middle of it. After taking a further sip of her drink, Kayla looked at her phone and was heartened to see a message from Shawn. His train was finally moving and he said that the driver confirmed he was 50 minutes away.

While 50 minutes felt like an eternity for her to be on her own, at least he was on his way. With her problem partly resolved, Kayla gulped down a deep breath and started to look forward to the rest of her evening. After tapping the Instagram icon on her home screen, with the aim of scrolling through her feed until he arrived, the app had barely loaded before she sensed some people approaching. Quizzically, Kayla looked up but she wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted her.

Standing right in front of her booth were two blonde girls who were holding hands as they looked down into Kayla's deep brown eyes. They didn't look much older than Shawn was and Kayla wasn't sure how to react, but had time to tilt her head slightly as she tried to work out what they wanted. The silence hung for a few moments as Kayla felt her own eyes wandering, flabbergasted by how the girls looked. If they weren't holding hands in such a suggestive manner, Kayla would have sworn they were sisters. Both stood around 5'4" tall and, at first glance, bore more than a passing resemblance to each other.

In a flash, the girl on the left pulled her hand clear from her friend's and the two girls swivelled their hips, leaning into the opposite ends of the booth and sitting on the plush leather couch. Both took no time to inch their way across the curved couch until they were sandwiching Kayla in the middle of the booth, with both girls letting their shoulders bump playfully into Kayla's as they settled into place.

As Kayla tried to process what was happening, the girl who sat to her left was the first to speak. "My goodness, I was just saying...there's no way a girl as beautiful as that is going to be sitting on her own in a place like this..." With a playful giggle which softened the tension of their uninvited arrival, Victoria leaned in a little closer until her breath was almost pouring onto Kayla's neck. "I'm Victoria, and this is my partner, Natalya..."

Kayla found herself nodding, slightly, as she turned her head to look Victoria in the eye. Normally she'd be able to pick up on other people's intentions and get to the heart of what they wanted, but there were only two things she could concentrate on. The girl's heavy Russian accent, and the fact that Victoria looked sensational. She tried to offer a response but couldn't stop herself from letting her gaze drop to take in her outfit.

Victoria's long blonde hair flowed down past her chest, which was partially covered by a long-sleeved black dress. The neckline plunged low enough to not just offer a tantalising flash of a firm cleavage, but Kayla was close enough to see the outline of an elegant tattoo that Victoria had under her breasts. The dress had a similar hem to Kayla's, but was an inch or so longer, offering Kayla a clear view of her tanned, smooth legs. As she felt Victoria's shoulder brushing against hers once more, Kayla looked up and studied her features. Her lips were plump and clearly the result of a cosmetic procedure, but they were absolutely smouldering. She looked like the flawless model that every girl who foolishly chose botched lip fillers was trying to emulate. The absolute gold standard.

With her blue eyes and heavy dark eyeshadow, Kayla knew that Victoria had some work done, but she more than suited it. Her sex appeal was off the charts, and the curveball of her Russian accent was so alluring that Kayla found herself catching her breath.

Carefully, Kayla slipped her phone back into her purse and returned to Victoria's gaze. "Yeah...that's really nice of you to say... I'm Kayla, but I'm not on my own...my boyfriend... There's been a delay with the trains and I'm just waiting for my boyfriend to meet me..." As she attempted to clarify her circumstances, Kayla was a little taken aback at the relentless nature of Victoria's gaze. As perfect strangers to one another, Victoria's confidence was breathtaking.

Just then, Kayla felt a soft fingertip creep up onto her chin from her right-hand side. Slowly, the fingertip applied enough gentle pressure to prompt Kayla to turn her head and stare at the girl on her right. Once again, the silence was begging to be filled as Victoria's partner allowed herself to stare, shamelessly, into Kayla's eyes and started to purr. "It's so nice to meet you, Kayla. Like she said, I'm Natalya... We're having a little date night of our own, but when I saw you walk in here with that dress...I couldn't grab Victoria quickly enough. You have to tell us where you got that dress from, it shows off every inch of that stunning figure."