Gale gets some questions answered...

Gale spent the evening researching. "75-90%?!" she exclaimed, astonished. 75-90% of women; young, older, fat, thin, ugly, foreign; anyone, had reported being groped at least once. She quickly found out that the wrist grab was usually met with disinterest, and that is was harder to prove a grope had happened than to convince a caveman that the Earth was round. Gale thought about it, and after a moment of anger, decided that she'd just have to deal with during her time here. She thought about what she'd already experienced. She couldn't believe that she'd been so naive to think that the random touches, and especially the men who grinded against her ass was unavoidable. She didn't feel violated or anything. She had to admit to herself, she usually came home horny as Hell. "Good lord, I'm a mess." she thought.

The next morning, she wore another pair of yoga pants and a tight white turtleneck. As she squeezed on, she made up her mind to note the touches that seemed deliberate, and those that were clearly just accidental. To her slight disappointment, she couldn't tell the difference. She was able to get to a wall and put her back to it, which the websites said was the best way to avoid a grope. Somewhat safe, she scanned the crowd. It was halfway through the ride when she noticed a young woman being fondled by a 20 something punk near her. She watched him slide his hand under her skirt and under the girl's panties. She slid through the crowd toward him.

"Excuse me. Do you speak English?" she asked him. He stopped fondling the girl, who took the opportunity to slip between two other men and escape. He tried to ignore her, but Gale poked his shoulder. "I asked you a question."

"Yeah, I speak English. Most of us do. You going to give me shit for chikan?" he said sarcastically.

"No, I want you to tell me what I can do to avoid others like you." The man's clever smile disappeared briefly.

"You serious?" She looked at him. His spiked hair and leather clothes looked ridiculous, but he was handsome in a "bad boy" way. Gale steeled herself, the lie that she was telling herself that she'd approached him to get information quickly evaporating in her mind.

"Yes."

"Well, if you want to know, you know what I want in return." Gale nodded, her mind screaming at her. She couldn't believe she was doing this. The man's hands slid up her sides and onto her breasts. He squeezed and kneeded them through the turtleneck, a smile on his face. "With a body like yours, there is no avoiding it. Best to find a group that takes it easy on you. Stick with the younger guys. Older guys will **** you right in the train car." One of his hands left her breasts, and unceremoniously cupped her vagina. She felt his fingers against her pussy lips through the thin yoga pants. It took everything to keep her composure.

"Don't struggle or fight. That riles us up and makes us want to go further. When you are getting groped, grab the guy's wrist and tap the side with your finger two times. That's a sign that you'll let us grope you. Keep your hand there. Tap it once if you are okay with what is happening, and three times if he goes too far. I'm going to slide my hand down the front of your pants, and rub your clit." Gale clinched her teeth, and felt his hand slip under her yoga pants. His slim fingers quickly found her pulsing bud.

"If you want to help out the other girls, wear a loose skirt with cotton panties, and a loose shirt. Tight jeans and shit are a pain." His finger slipped into her embarrassingly wet vagina. "Some of the women who are regulars on the same car take turns so the others can have a break. Like her." he said, nodding toward a woman. A group of three men were fondling her as she stared blankly ahead. Gale looked closer. Her skirt was up in the back. It took a second to realize she was seeing this woman getting fucked, right here on the train; and that this had probably happened while Gale was right there many times.

"I have another question." Gale said, her face flush and legs quivering.

"It'll cost you." he said, sliding his finger in and out of her.