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I blushed, thinking of my earlier fantasy, but there was no way I would be telling her about that.

She stalked forward, closing the rest of the distance between us. She stared down at me, and I shied away from meeting her eyes. She reached out, startling me as she put a finger under my chin and tilted my head up, forcing me to stare back at her.

"Let me guess… you pictured me finding you and hoped I'd help you."

"I..." I started before trailing off.

"I'll make this easy for you. Either you put on a little show for me, or we'll see what the cops think of your public display."

To my absolute embarrassment, I felt my inner walls tighten around my fingers. The threat of discovery made this even hotter.

The conductor ran a finger over my lips before saying, "Better get going if you don't want to have a lot of explaining to do at our next stop."

I knew the rails inside and out and knew the tunnel was coming up. The next stop was close after. I wasn't sure if I wanted to put on a show for her. At the very least, I wouldn't let myself acknowledge there might be some truth to me wanting to, but I knew I didn't want to have to explain myself to the cops.

The last thing I needed was for the island to hear about my unexplainable obsession with the trains. If anyone found out, it would ruin any progress I was making with the Save the Railways project. I couldn't let that happen.

Realizing I didn’t quite have a choice, I slowly moved the fingers inside of me in further and then slowly back out. I tried to look away from the conductor, but her finger on my chin kept my eyes locked on hers.

"I think you need a little help if you're going to reach your destination before the train does. The train's quite fast," she said.

"Woooo-Wooooo," the train whistled loudly, seeming to agree with her.

The vibrations grew louder, almost like the train had sped up. She was right. I was running out of time.

She growled in frustration, her hand moving from beneath my chin to my throat as she pushed me back. My body hit the seat as she gave my throat a quick squeeze. I was about to protest when she pushed her knee in between my legs and ordered, "Fingers on your clit and ride my thigh like a bullet train."

I immediately moved my fingers from inside of me to my clit and ground against her thigh, letting out a moan as I rode her, her fingers still clutching my throat.

"Louder. I want the train to hear you."

"Chooo-choooo," the train whistled in agreement.

I let out another moan, louder this time.

"Faster," the conductor commanded, and I quickly complied, but it wasn't enough pressure.

I whined in frustration before answering back, "Harder."

"Glady," she replied with a wicked grin as she tightened her grip on my throat and pressed into me harder. Then we hit the tunnel, the train car went dark as I rode her hard.

My moans joined the whistles of the train. It was racing right along with me, like always. With one more hard thrust of her knee, I went barreling over the edge, crying out just as we broke through the tunnel. The fierce roar of the engine echoing my cries.

Outside the dark of the tunnel, I could see the conductor again. She grinned down at me. "I knew you had it in you. What a good girl," she purred as she pressed her thigh into my sensitive core once more, drawing another moan from my lips.

With one more quick squeeze, she moved her hand from my throat to my chin and tilted my face toward hers. Before I could move, she was there, brushing her red lips to mine in a quick, surprisingly chaste kiss.

She pulled away a moment later, saying, "Feel free to ride my rails any time." With a wink, she was gone, leaving me alone with a racing heart and wondering what the hell had just gotten into me.

Chapter Six

Gauge

After the stunt she pulled, I was dying to talk to Rosie. But like always, she knew exactly what I wanted and refused to give it to me. Instead of coming back to my control room, she ducked off at the next stop.

I was relieved to see that she at least went in a different direction from my girl. I wouldn't have been able to stop thinking about it for the rest of my shift if I knew there was a chance she was putting on a repeat performance somewhere with Rosie.

As it was, I was having a tough time concentrating on my job. I couldn't stop replaying the scene in my head for the long remaining hours of my shift. The way my girl had writhed under Rosie had my engines revved up and ready all day. It was excruciating, being so worked up and not able to do anything about it.