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After a few moments, Rosie smiled down at my girl, who squirmed under her attention. I was relieved when Rosie took the ticket and turned around, leaving her alone.

Chapter Five

Emma

My heart was beating out of my chest, and I had no idea why. My ticket was real, but seeing how closely the conductor had inspected it made me anxious. I felt like I'd just gotten away with something.

The conductor must have been new since the old one, whoever they were, hadn't ever made their way to the back of the train to check my ticket.

I would've been more upset about the intrusion if this conductor wasn't so pleasing to look at.

The thought would've been normal for anyone else but was odd for me. I didn't feel attraction like that, at least not for people.

It'd been longer than I could remember since anything—or anyone—besides the vibrations of the train had gotten me excited, but she was breathtaking.

With dark eyes and red lips, she exuded an energy that promised a good time if you were interested. The thought was as foreign as it was surprising, so I shook it off. It must just be that I was worked up from the train.

I was grateful she'd left me alone.

As the vibrations of the train increased, I wondered if I was being too reckless, though. No one had ever entered the car before while I'd been here, but today the conductor had. What if she came back?

What if she caught me?

The thought of her strutting back into the car and finding me writhing on my own fingers worked me up more than it should have.

Maybe she'd be horrified. Or maybe she and those delicious looking red lips would come pay me some attention.

The thought sent my fingers sliding under the waistband of my pants. I could feel the heat from my core through my panties before I pushed them aside. The thrum of the engines and the vibrations of the track ratcheted up my pleasure like they always did. It felt like the train was encouraging me, pushing me to ride it to my climax.

Nothing existed except me and the train, until I heard a clap break through my moans. My eyes shot up and found the conductor was standing a few seats away, eyes locked on me as she continued clapping.

My embarrassment rivaled my arousal as she smirked at me. I froze, wishing the train would swallow me up. I didn't want to move my fingers and risk bringing any more attention to where they were and what they were doing, even though the conductor's face left no room for doubt. She knew exactly what I was doing.

"Don't stop on my account," she mused, waving a manicured hand at me.

I didn't move, but I couldn't think of a single thing to say. There wasn't any excuse I could give for what I was doing. It barely made sense to me. There was no way I was going to be able to explain to this beautiful conductor why trains got my heart racing.

"It's not—" I started.

She waved me off, saying, "If you're going to say ‘it's not what it looks like,’ save it. I know what I see. But if you want a second opinion, I'm sure we could call someone else in and give you more of an audience."

"I-what?" I stuttered.

"Your choice, gorgeous. Put on a show for me, or we can get more of an audience in here."

"You can't be serious?"

She took a step forward, her eyes raking over me in a way that made me feel naked. "Want to test that theory?"

I didn't, but I wasn't sure I could do what she was asking. Sure, the vibrations from the train had me revved up and on edge, but I couldn't get myself off with an audience, could I?

"I've never done that before," I answered slowly.

"So, it's just the thrill of getting caught that does it for you?" she asked teasingly.

"The reality isn't quite like I imagined," I admitted.

"Oh?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "And what is it you imagined?"