Subway Slut (Deviant Desires & Dagger Stiletto)

[Deviant Desires]

"Late, too late, far, far too late. I should have caught a taxi..." muttered Jennifer Simmons as she ducked into the shelter by the subway station. She glanced out at the road, hoping to see the familiar shape of a taxi's 'For Hire' sign through the driving rain but there were no cars on the road at this time of night, let alone taxis.

She hadn't meant to stay late at work but the deadline for the accounts had passed at midday and she knew that she only had until midnight to submit them to the client before they moved their business to another firm. As the account manager for that particular firm, she had no choice but to sacrifice another night at home for the good of the company. What she had not expected was the sudden downpour and the complete absence of cabs. She had run to the subway station knowing that at least they had one that ran once an hour, even into the small hours.

She stumbled down the stone steps, heels clicking as she did her best to smooth out the lines in her suit, knowing full well that her blouse was soaked. She pulled the jacket closer around her body, the wet blouse sticking to her skin. Not for the first time she wished she had brought a coat with her and worn the trousers rather than the skirt. There was a rumbling sound and her heart sank as she ran the last few steps, praying that her heels did not give way.

Staggering out onto the platform she saw the lights of the last train disappear into the tunnel. Jennifer swore loudly and slumped onto one of the rusty seats, knowing that she was going to be stuck here for another hour.

 

[Dagger Stiletto]

The three women laughed and chattered as they clopped and swayed down the subway stairs. They had gone out clubbing and where intoxicated and giddy, though they were sobering from the chill of the rain. They threw off the ponchos that had kept them mostly dry, laughing as they talked about the girls they'd danced with that night, and the one little trap-femmy.

Chalice, the one they considered their "leader", handed out the subway cards they'd all given to her, as she rarely actually got drunk--she had a high alcohol tolerance. She made sure her girls got through safely, taking back the cards. She had put their clutches in her large purse as well to make sure they didn't forget them at the club.

Artemis burst into hysterical giggles as Tyresha took a wrong step and almost fell on her face. Chalice admonished her while helping Tyresha up, slapping her ass just to watch the plump flesh jiggle. "Come on girls, we gotta get home. Our hangovers are going to be massive."

"Yeah, but at least we don't have anywhere to be," Tyresha said, holding back her own snorting laugh. She futilely tried to finger-comb her magenta bangs off to the side like they'd started out in the beginning of the evening. With all the sweat, head-flinging, and the rain, it was a lost cause. Artemis just shook her head out like a dog.

They seemed to gain their footing, still laughing but coming down a little from their high. They caught sight of the little businesswoman--paralegal? Secretary?--hunching on the bench and groaned as they realized that it meant they'd missed the train. Chalice checked her watch on her wrist and concluded the next wouldn't arrive for another forty-five minutes. What the hell were they going to do to keep themselves occupied until then? They didn't do well with just sitting around.

Tyresha sat on one side of the woman, who sat in the direct middle of the bench. Artemis took up the other side. Chalice bent and leaned her forearms on the back of the bench behind her. Lust sparked as she glanced down and saw pretty, perky breasts clearly through the rain-soaked blouse, pink nipples hard and poking out of the skimpy bra. Maybe they could still have some fun after all....

 

[Deviant Desires]

Jennifer knew that she was in trouble the moment she saw them. Not only were they clearly drunk, they were loud too, coming off of a wild night out on the town. She was no prude but she'd never been the type to end up drunk and delirious by the end of the evening. Certainly not to the extent that these three were.

"Please don't sit eith me, please don't sit with me..." she begged any friendly dieties that might be listening as they noisily made their way down the platform. Of course, it was useless.

The moment the first one sat down, she tried shuffling along the bench but then she found the second sitting down next to her, sandwiching her in between them. She could feel the third settle behind her. It was times like these she wished that she could turn invisible. She glanced up, barely made eye contact with the pair either side, gave a tiny, friendly smile then went back to staring into her lap.

 

[Dagger Stiletto]

"Heeeeeey there chica," Chalice crooned as she stared down at the woman. Her intoxication made her brazen, openly ogling her. She had no sense of personal space. She curled a hand around the front of the woman's neck, forcing her chin up with a thumb so she could see her pretty face as well. "What are you doing out so late at night? It's dangerous out here by yourself, ne?"

Tyresha giggled and placed her hand on the businesswoman's knee, and Artemis did the same. The two of them crowded closer to her and notice a personnel tag around her neck. Artemis picked it up and squinted. "Jennifer~ Such a pretty name."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," Tyresha cooed, dancing her fingertips along the hem of Jennifer's skirt, tracing the soft, damp flesh of a smoothly shaven-or-waved leg. The dark-skinned woman leaned in and licked a line on Jennifer's neck, a part not covered by Chalice's hand.