Fuck it, it's now or never!

You quickly lean out and catapult your 'safe clothes' towards the ground. You're relieved to see them land clear of the track. They'll be safe there. Everything is going to be fine. You just hope that this anonymous guy is on the train as promised, and waiting to enter the carriage once the train starts moving again.

Then, all of a sudden, you feel some pressure on each side of your waist. It's squeezing you, not painfully, but definitely a bit more than is comfortable.

The doors have tried to close!

They'll open to try again in a few seconds, you're sure, but until then, you're stuck with your slutty upper body leaning out of the train. You look to the platform to see if anyone has spotted you, but thankfully, everyone is heading for the exit at the opposite end of the platform. Your slutty cleavage is safe from prying eyes for now.

You wait with a rapidly beating heart for the doors to re-open.

And then, instead of the sound of doors moving, accompanied by a release of pressure around your waist, instead there's a loud clunk. The sound of the train doors locking themselves in position. And then the train starts to move.

What the hell?!

Curse these old models! Could it really not detect that it hadn't closed properly?! Are you really...

STUCK IN THE TRAIN DOORS!