Regardless, what happens to the girl?

Jessica has never thought of herself as beautiful. If you picked the right room, she'd be the prettiest girl in it, but she tended to pick rooms with some very pretty women. She was a fashion student, after all, and that line of education tended to attract some very pretty people who knew how to dress and do their makeup.

One day, however, something changed. She got on the bus, purse over one shoulder containing her school supplies on the way to campus. She was pleased that her favorite seat, near the door in the middle of the bus, was unoccupied. While this was fortunate, she felt nothing unusual about the trip. At least, not until she saw the guy in the back. He would have looked like just an average guy, but something was making him nervous. Very nervous. He was shaking, his foot tapping the floor like an obnoxious 4 year old with a new bass drum. But the creepy thing about him was that he was looking right at her. And she knew the kind of look. All women did. He wasn't looking at a stain on her blouse. He wasn't looking just past her. He was looking at her like he wanted her. So she looked away.

She decided to ignore him. After all, he was nothing unusual. Jessica had spent most of her life wanted like that. She couldn't go out into public without 10 guys hitting her up. It was so frustrating to have everyone stare at her like a piece of meat.

But she smiled, and pulled her blouse down a little, showing off more of her chest. She didn't have a terribly impressive chest, but the guy sitting across from her sure didn't seem to mind. She grinned, enjoying the attention. She appraised him, taking in the suit he filled out pretty well, and the confident, hungry look on his face. She wanted to get something out of this trip, after all, so she crossed the aisle between them and sat next to him. "Hi, I'm Jessica, and you're someone I'm going to have some fun with." She gave him her best fuck-me eyes.

The man nodded dumbly, struck by her confidence.