An Interesting Commute

*Author's Note: This chapter is inspired by the ongoing story and can fit anywhere during the "work week." I may continue this thread in the future, enjoy!*

You were a bit slow to leave home on this day, hence you end up taking the transport with a different driver than you're used to. In your hurry your thoughts are preoccupied with keeping your bag safe next to you as you find a seat (and you dread the certainty of an additional spanking if you don't make it to work on time). Once you're sure the Rulebook is safe and secure you look around and notice the passenger across from you. She is a blonde middle aged woman, dressed smartly in a white business top, striped tie and black slacks, which would be fairly unremarkable aside from the fact that her blouse is made of exceedingly thin fabric...and she is not wearing a bra.

You are taken aback at the sight, your mind running through a slight moment of panic, after all, you're sure you didn't make your Rules universal! But then you realize this woman must work for an adjacent company to your firm. Perhaps the magic of the Rulebook has expanded the effects to include anyone related to dealings with the firm? But what if it's something else? And if so, your company being one of the most prestigious in the country, just how many women would have been affected by these changes?

As you mull through these thoughts the woman continues to thumb through her phone, until she seemingly reads something that leaves a sour expression on her face. She quickly looks around at the other passengers, then hesitates for a minute while her face turns red by the second. After a moment, she sets her phone down with a scowl, quickly removes her tie, unbuttons her top and pulls her breasts out entirely. Then, she postures up her back completely straight, takes one last look around meeting your gaze for a brief moment where you can see (and more, feel) the irritation and embarrassment of what she's been instructed to do, and resumes scrolling through her phone while keeping her hands down so no one on the bus can miss the sight.

The other passengers have mixed reactions, mostly curiosity and surprise, some look away immediately while some continue to glance at the woman from time to time, and yet a few continue to leer in arousal (and you can't entirely keep your own eyes off thinking about what you would do in her situation). What is more interesting to you is there is no real "shock," only some muttering, which means the Rulebook has made this sort of thing uncommon but mostly accepted.

The rest of the ride is uneventful, and as it happens the businesswoman packs up and heads out at the same time you do, walking behind her you stop as she stands in front of the driver for a moment, he reaches over and casually gives her naked breasts a firm grope and a tug. She thanks him for the ride and steps off in a hurry, her face bright red burning with shame. Your thoughts are still with the woman when it comes to your turn, and there is not much ado as the driver delivers a quick smack to your bum while wishing you a good day.