Ask Emilia to keep you company this evening

You look up and down Emilia, the 30 something year old conductor of this train, and take in the curves of her shape and how her uniform hugs her body.

“Well, Emilia,” you say gazing into her eyes, feeling the liquid courage in your glass work its magic, “I certainly need you to escort me back to my seat and keep me company for a little while this evening,” you say, your voice deepening into a seductive rumble.

Lily gives you a look of lustful disappointment, her shoulders slumped.

“Oh! Well of course,” Emilia beams with a sort of nervous charm, twiddling her loose blonde hair between her fingers, “I can definitely escort you back to your seat and keep you company, though I hope you understand that I still have to attend to the rest of the passengers.”

“Emilia, woman to woman,” Lily scoffs, “are you trying to make fun of me here?”

“What?” replies Emilia, blinking at Lily.

“Emilia,” Lily says, before pausing to let out a little burp and pointing at you, “this honey right here just propositioned you to screw around, and so help me God if you’re too drunk or too pure to see it,” she looks at you, still pointing, “and if she says no then I call―”

“Is that true?” Emilia gasps, face turning red as a tomato, her eyes flicking down to your crotch before looking you dead in the eyes.

“Yeah,” you reply, quite confident in your lust for this cute little blonde woman.

You see several emotions flash across her face, then she glances at her glass, seizes it with a shaking hand, and downs the rest of it in one go.

“Wow,” Lily whistles, blinking in shock.

Emilia staggers for a moment, eyes blinking away a couple of tears rapidly, before she meets your gaze again, her eyes filled with lust rather then anxiety.

“I will,” she says, her blush growing down across her neck and onto her ears.

“Shall we then?” You grin, setting down your own glass on the bar, and finding your footing against the rocking and rolling movement of the train.

Emilia holds a finger up to you as to say wait, and motions Lily to lean over to her.

Lily complies, leaning close enough that Emilia can whisper something, then glance at you, then continue whispering again.

“Oh you’ve got to be joking,” Lily scoffs, frowning at Emilia.

“What?” you ask.

“Lover-girl here doesn’t have any rubbers on her,” muses Lily, smiling candidly.

“I’ll pay you back for it tenfold,” Emilia says, digging through her pockets before smacking a crumpled up bill on the bar, “there, one dollar, that’s ten times the cost of a rubber.” There's a moment of silence, where Emilia and Lily share a look, the only sound the quiet rumble of the train through dark and open country.

“How about,” Lily grins greedily, “you pay me the dollar for the rubber, and you have to share this cute honey with me.”

“Share?” scoffs Emilia, “You know I'm not into girls and I don’t think―”

“Hear me out,” Lily says, reaching into her bra cup and pulling out a condom, “I give you a rubber, let you and the honey go at it alone in private, and then when you’re finished, let me have a go at him too, how does that sound? Does that sound fair to you?”

“I mean―” Emilia starts, giving you a glance.

“Come on,” Lily crows, “he’s a young buck, I’m sure that you’ll be tuckered out from riding him long before he’s run out of pep.” You can feel Lily’s eyes boring into you and she licks her lips, naked lust making her gaze hazy, “Plus I’d put money down that he’s quite the virile young buck, I’m sure you don’t want to risk any accidents when you said yourself that he might be betrothed to somebody else already.”

Emilia looks at Lily, scrutinizing her face, then glancing at the condom between Lily’s fingers for a moment, then looks at you, her blush growing clear down to the collar of her shirt. “Well, ah, sir, I mean, John, I mean,” she began, glancing over at Lily and then back to you, “I don’t want you to have anything you’re not strictly comfortable with just for my sake, so what do you think?”