"Are you holding up okay, sweetie?" Angela asked, a sympathetic smile on her face.
"I'm okay," Rena flashed a smile. "Just a little tired."
"You'll get used to it," Angela patted her on the back before sliding past her. "There's coffee in the dining car if you need it."
Rena nodded gratefully towards her coworker. Still, she struggled to feel calm as she made her way down the narrow aisle of the train car. This particular route was long and grueling. Her shift only began two hours ago, but the dimly lit train in the dark night made her drowsy.
The train had started from Sacramento, California, and was headed towards Chicago, Illinois. They had departed around 10 a.m. the previous morning, and now it was almost 3 a.m., the next day, as they approached Salt Lake City, Utah.
Rena had joined the train company SpiritTrak as a train attendant only the month prior, and she was still adjusting to her very inconvenient hours. She had slept the previous evening in order to rest up for her graveyard shift, but being awake at 3 a.m. was still bizarre to her. It was worth it to her, since this job paid very well and offered her the chance to see the country--something she had always wanted to do. Since she was from the suburbs of Chicago, she had been stuck with mediocre scenery and unsatisfactory weather pretty much all her life.
Her 18th birthday was a few months ago, but she never felt like a full adult while living under her parents' roof. She had recently graduated high school and was taking a gap year to explore herself before going to university. In the meantime, she wanted to save up money.
Rena barely entered the first passenger car before pausing. She darted her eyes all over the passengers, and luckily most of them were fast asleep. She was hoping that
all
passengers would be asleep, but that would be impossible. A few people were snoring loudly as well, but that was no surprise to her.
This long 50-hour trek would be her longest journey yet, and she was trying not to have a panic attack. She had tried listening to music, reading, and even meditating in her private sleeping quarters, but nothing calmed her nerves. Five minutes ago, she reluctantly downed two shots of vodka--against company policy--and hoped her tipsiness would calm her down. It did, but it also made her feel sensual and even a little aroused. The horny side of her wanted to use the dildo she had packed, but she knew it would be difficult to use it discreetly. Even inside the train's bathrooms, it was nerve-racking, as she had found out. But her urges were winning.
Rena sighed, wishing she was in Chicago already. There she would be picked up by Tom, her boyfriend, and he promised her a nice dinner followed by a night of ravishing. Just the thought alone sent tingles through her entire body. Even though she looked forward to it, she knew things were on the rocks. Tom was abusive and was overly controlling of everything in her life. They had almost broken up when she decided to take this job, and Tom had accused her of wanting to sleep with random passengers like a slut. But Rena took the job, a little out of spite but mostly due to her passion for traveling.
Her coworkers and random strangers on the train were kind, funny, and good-looking. But never all three. A few of them hit on her, but she rejected their advances, and most were polite about it. She found the attention to be flattering but dared never to tell Tom.
Rena felt herself fidgeting with her hands as she battled with her arousal. It was late at night, and few passengers would have requests for services, so it was now or never. If she went on without feeling sexual release, she was afraid she would orgasm without even touching herself. It had happened before, thankfully not on the train, but in the shower when she was fantasizing about Zac Efron.
Quickly, she turned on her heels and returned to her sleeping quarters. She pulled out her dildo from her duffel bag and placed it inside her mini backpack purse. Both employee bathrooms were occupied and had been for a while, and she didn't want to deal with the inevitable bad smells. So, she reluctantly headed back out and made her way to the nearest passenger bathroom.
Rena passed three entire train cars without a single request from a passenger, and she was delighted. She finally made it to the least busy bathroom and slid the door shut behind her, breathing a sigh of relief.
Staring into the mirror, Rena blushed as she noticed her reflection. She certainly was attractive, and she was reminded once more why so many men took an interest in her. Standing at a decent 5' 7", she had a skinny, mostly rectangular figure, but her skinny waist and slightly flared-out hips gave her a tiny bit of an hourglass shape. Although she didn't have much in the assets department, her long, slender legs made up for it. Her wavy, light brown hair dangled down to her chest, and her narrow, angular eyes--a result of her South Korean ancestry--were very adorable and she had always been complimented for them. Dressed in a simple navy blue business-casual dress--the train company's uniform--she loved the look and thought it was the perfect blend of being cute yet professional. Her makeup was also done perfectly, but her cheeks were a little too red. That wasn't a result of her makeup but instead the natural symptom of her Asian flush. The alcohol was working its magic, and she felt more relaxed by the second. She admired herself for a moment longer before washing her hands and pulling out the dildo.
The bathroom's loud fan would deafen her wet sounds, but Rena was still a little paranoid of being caught. She unzipped her dress a little to loosen it before lifting up her skirt. The wetness of her panties was subtle, but she knew it would soon get even messier. She removed her panties and set them aside on top of a wad of toilet paper. Then, she wiped down the top of the toilet seat lid and suction cupped the dildo on, giving it a tug to ensure it stuck. Then, she surrounded the dildo with toilet paper to minimize the inevitable mess. There was probably a better and more efficient way, but for now, this setup worked.
Rena brushed her fingers over her pussy, feeling just how wet she was. There was no real need for lubrication since she easily got wet whenever she was aroused. The train shifted, and she grabbed onto the side of the sink counter to steady herself. She lowered herself closer to the dildo. She flinched and let out a faint moan the second that it made contact with her clit. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, she reminded herself to stay quiet. Finally, she was about to satisfy her urges.
A loud knocking sound against the bathroom door ripped her away from her dirty thoughts. Rena felt her blood run cold. Someone was waiting for the bathroom.
"Just one second!" She called out, her voice cracking.
Rena mumbled to herself before quickly drying off her dildo before prying it off the toilet seat lid. She wrapped it inside its discreet case and tossed it back into her tiny backpack. Then she quickly dried off her wet vagina.
The door was knocked on again, this time louder.
"Almost done!" Rena answered, another wave of panic drowning her.
Grabbing all the toilet paper and tossing it in the trash can, she made sure to clean up any evidence. She grabbed the disinfectant spray and gave the air a quick spray to cover any trace of her faint musky scent.
Only after all of that did she finally put her panties back on. Zipping up her dress, she finally sighed from relief as she washed her hands. Grabbing her belongings, she unlocked the door.
Rena stepped out of the bathroom and was met with a tall, slender man. His face was obstructed by a black mask, but she noticed something familiar about him. Her eyes widened when she realized he looked vaguely similar to Zac Efron, just a little more muscular and tall. She flinched backward before offering him a polite nod and gestured toward the restroom. But as she turned to leave, she felt a sudden grip on her arm. She let out a faint gasp as she spun back around, eyes wide.
"Sir, do...do you need something?" Rena asked, her voice anxious.
The man just gave a slow nod. Then, before she could react, he pushed her back into the bathroom.
Rena felt a chill down her spine as he locked the door behind them. She was suddenly aware of just how small and confined the bathroom was.
Her breath came short as she pressed herself against the cold wall. The man stood between her and the door, blocking her exit.
Rena felt her heart race--not just from fear but also from the lingering warmth of the vodka she had consumed earlier. She was a lightweight and she regretted consuming that second shot. One was more than enough and she knew it. Glancing sideways, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and winced. Her cheeks were even more red now, and that Asian flush was kicking in hard.
The train lurched slightly, and the already unsteady Rena lost her balance. She reached for the sink but missed, stumbling forward. Before she went chin-first into the edge of the sink, the man caught her by the arms, steadying her. His grip was firm but not rough.
"Easy there," he murmured.
Rena swallowed hard and looked up as quickly as she could, regaining her footing. "What do you want?" She demanded, her voice slow and drowsy as she narrowed her eyes.
The man did not answer right away. Rena was horrified when she realized that he still had a firm grip on her wrists.
"You have a boyfriend?" He asked.
"Y-yes," Rena answered, trying to pull away, but she barely budged. "Why?"
"That's too bad." The man smirked.
