Chapter 1
Here I was, in my cubicle. Staring at the small digital clock sitting comfortably next to my work desktop, willing the minutes into faster motion with my mind. It was nearly 12:53 a.m. and while the 4 cups of coffee I had drank earlier had done miracles to alleviate my drowsiness it had done nothing to downplay the amount of stress and anxiety that I had accumulated during my double shift tonight. Just 7 more minutes of agony then your home free for the weekend, I mentally remind myself, begrudgingly tapping away at the keyboard in front of me on the sales report that my slave driver of a boss needed by tonight. What I wouldn't give to get back at her, I thought as the clock beeped 1 a.m. and I typed a closing summary of the month's sales as neatly as my caffeinated brain could must before clicking the send button and getting up from my desk to finally leave.
It was already 1:14 a.m. by the time that I made it to the train station and the bulk of my fellow passengers were fellow over worked, underappreciated, office working stiffs. I briefly attempt to make small talk with an older man from the crowd but I quickly decide against this as I see this man, as well as pretty much everyone else is this crowd were so burnt out by their respective overtime that any response I could potentially insight would be overly irritable, or possibly even hostile. With my cell phone just barely hanging on at 6% battery I can't even convincingly fake that I have text messages to send. Seeing it as a minor reprieve from my current situation I allow my mind to wander somewhat shamefully to the potential erotic manga I could read before bed this evening. Unfortunately, this stream of consciousness is stopped short by the voice of reason in my head begrudgingly reminding me of the morning shift that I promised Paul from 3 cubicles down the row that I would cover for him while he took a personal day, for the 4th time this month. My dread of tomorrow's shift is thankfully pushed clear to the back of my mind as the brakes of my evening commuter train come to a screeching halt in front of me, with the automatic opening of the doors prompting me and my fellow office working infantry to board the train.
As I board the train I notice one of the strangest sights, a girl in a private high school's uniform sitting in a solitary seat at the very back of the tram car. I scan the tram car quickly and surmise that I'm the only one in the that noticed this mystery girl in the dark corner of the train. Thinking that if I can't have fun once I get home I can at least toy around with this girl during my ride home. Once I arrive at her seat I realize that this girl is quite the catch, at least by my standards; pale white skin with dark brunette that reaches down to about the middle of her back, neatly pressed white summer uniform top with a navy blue knee length skirt, black knee high stockings. Although she was sitting down I could estimate that she was only about 5'1 but weighed around 190 lbs, all of which was pretty evenly distributed giving her about D-cup breasts, a noticeably chubby belly, a cute round face framed perfectly with round lensed glasses, and a not too shabby ass. I briefly mused to myself that if my fellow office drones hadn't been over worked they still probably wouldn't have given this cute vanilla treat second glance, more for me I thought before asking the girl in as disarming of a voice as I could muster, "May I sit here, young lady?", to which she responded with a quick glance and a nod.
Trying to find any small weakness I could use to make the first move I ask her, "What's a girl as young as you doing riding a train this late at night?"
She looks back at me, a look of shock on her face gives away a hint that she really didn't want these issues pressed upon. She stammers out a response in a shrill voice, "I...I'm coming home for the w...weekend, f...father told me to...to...to take the train." She finishes, looking beside herself in sadness.
Placing my left hand on her right shoulder causes her to jump a little bit in her seat before I tell her, "There's no need to be nervous, I'm just asking because there are plenty of bad men out in the world that would take advantage of a young girl like yourself." as I slide across the seat, closing the distance between me and her as I move my right hand to along her left leg's stocking, I lean my lips closer to her ear and add, "like myself," in a whisper, which makes her eyes shoot open in horror as she realizes her situation fully.
After hearing this, she attempts to struggle free from the seat and my grip but after one strong arm pull I effectively drag her back own to the seat before bending the truth by telling her, "You really think you're safe on this train, those other salarymen towards the front of the train are just waiting on pins and needles to get their turn with your cute ass." Just as I anticipated, she cast her fearful gaze to the front of the tram car before pleading to me, "No p-please, j-just don't involve a-anyone else in this." As her muscles seemed to relax in resignation.
"Then quiet down a bear with only having one stressed out office worker having some fun with you." I say with a menacing grin before guiding her back first onto the lightly cushioned train seat beneath us. Taking only a few moments to revel in this accomplishment I guide my hands almost instinctively to the female student's breasts, unbuttoning her shirt slowly but purposefully until the only thing separating me from her D-cup boobs was a white cotton bra with a small red ribbon sewn into the middle between the cups. Wanting to savor the scared look on her face for just a few more moments, I forgoe removing the bra and instead start groping her chest through it. This elicits the interesting reaction of making the girl softly moan as my dark hands feverishly explore her creamy white mounds.
