I don’t like trains. They’re boring, dirty and smelly. I only use public transport when I’m out for partying. Otherwise it’s by car. Always. Oh, by the way, my name is Maria. Most people call me Ria.
One day when I was on the way to meet my friends in the city there was this guy. He kept staring at my boots. I guess they were somewhat eye-catching. Straps, studs, chunky heels and massive platforms. Also quite dirty, I’ve never cleaned them before and I’ve worn them to all kinds of events. In dirty clubs, to open air concerts, barbecue at the river and things like that.
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After he cleaned them thoroughly he lied down on the floor and put his legs up on the seat. He pointed at his chest. At first I was unsure what he might want, but in this position there aren’t many options. So I stood up from my seat and placed one boot on his chest. He nodded. I shrugged and stepped on him with both feet. He moaned. This is obviously something he likes.
My stop was approaching. I kept standing on him without moving much for almost 20 minutes. He had his eyes closed and was smiling. When the train reached my stop I stepped off him and went to the door. I looked back and he looked at me. He smiled and nodded again. The door opened and I got out.
I looked into the train and saw the woman sitting across getting up and walking towards him. She looked down on him. When the train left the station I caught a glimpse of the woman getting taller. She just stepped onto him...
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