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Late at night, alone on the subway is no place for 18-year-old girls who wear skimpy outfits to tease the guys.
Excerpt:
After losing track of time - enjoying drinks with my girlfriends a little too much - I ran for the last train home. I was woozy from the vodka and cokes, but I thankfully just about made it.
The carriage was totally empty, so I took up three seats, put my bag behind my head, and lay down. I had a thirty minute journey ahead of me.
Wearing a tight crop top and short skirt, with my long blonde hair tied back into a slick ponytail, I had my choice of boys in the club. But I wasn’t interested in casual sex tonight. Tonight was about me and my friends. Still, it was fun to tease all those horny men on the dance floor. I was barely eighteen, although I looked a little older, and easily the hottest eye candy out and about.
Closing my pale-blue eyes, I grinned to myself. Tomorrow I might surprise that nerd at college who has it bad for me, I thought. I may treat him to a flash of my breasts. God, he’d have enough material to jerk over for years!
It was bad to think that way but I was a total bitch like that. I loved the power I had over men.
As the train pulled off and went through the tunnel, I turned onto my side and enjoyed a little rest. I must have passed through two stations before I felt the presence of someone boarding. Shifting up, I pressed my knees together and placed my bag on my lap. The guy who got on looked kind of creepy - a big hulking guy, with a large scraggly beard and an eye on me! Wearing a ridiculously short skirt, everyone in the club could see my white cotton panties. I loved being a tease, but I didn’t want to give this guy a glimpse. He looked like bad news!
At first I tried to ignore him, turning my body away and scanning my phone as though I had an influx of text messages. But as the train set off again through a dark tunnel - with the carriage lights flickering on and off like I was in some kind of horror movie - he walked over and stopped just by me.
Goosebumps rippled over my skin and I felt the small of my back begin to sweat. The creep smelt like cheap booze and cigarettes. It was so fucking weird that he stood tall over me like that, so close that I could almost touch him. He could have sat or stood anywhere as the train was deserted!
Trying to think quickly I pulled my phone up to my ear and pretended to talk to my dad. “Yes, daddy, it’s my stop next...”
The drunken creep didn’t move an inch.
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