The situation goes completely off the rails

The train came to grinding hault and the lights flickered. Ann sighed to herself in irritation as a voice came over the loud speaker, announcing the unexpected delay. Wonderful. Not only were people be particularly rude today with their gawking (not an uncommon occurrence when it came to the life of Ann Takamaki in a public setting) but now her train was delayed! And worst of all, that nagging feeling she was forgetting something important was back and worse than before! Really, this was worse than those awful anxiety dreams where she hadn't studied for the important test and after she finds out she failed she also realizes she wasn't wearing any clothes! Truly awful! It was getting worrisome and frustrating, and the people in the car were crowding in too close...

Meanwhile, as her oblivious conscious mind was struggling to understand the messages her subconscious was screaming at her, a dozen perverted hands were squeezing and stroking her naked body from her breasts to her stomach down to her butt cheeks and long legs and thighs! Given the influence of the earrings the crowd was being rather congenial with their new toy. Ann was slowly being moved about the car, passed from one pair of lecherous hands to another, every person given a few minutes to enjoy her nakedness. Often the crowd would thin in a certain direction, adjust Ann's position at the request of a would be photographer. On instinct Ann would strike a lewd pose, the crowd ensuring her naked form was not obstructed by other passengers. By now there were assuredly thousands of photos saved onto hundreds of cell phones exposing parts of her body she had always kept hidden at angles that would make her die of embarrassment.

Bereft of the guiding hand of her consciousness, Ann's poor conflicted subconscious (that part of her mind allowed to be completely aware of every embarrassing second of her public foray into nakedness) was dying of humiliation and reveling in the excitement of exposure at the same time. At the root of this paradox was Ann's own insecurity towards her beauty. As a child of a foreigner and a native of Japan, Ann naturally had different features from her fellow school girls. She was, for example, taller and much better endowed than many of her classmates. This had caused no end of attention and no little contempt from her fellow students, some attracted by her exotic beauty and others repulsed by her partly barbarian heritage. Ann similarly developed a pride and shame of her own appearance. She certainly reveled in her beauty from time to time, as befits the femme fatale role she claimed with in the group. The excitement she gained from manipulating a man enamored by her body into doing whatever the phantom thieves required was immense (especially on those occasional when she realized she had managed to get the idiot erect...a particularly strong thrill of excitement she had very deliberately never mentioned to her friends). On the other hand, the sense of indignation and outrage she felt towards anyone who wished, like Kamoshida, to use her or control her for her appearance could not be understated. The current situation, in which she was both the **** and the master of this crowd of enthralled men, subject to being felt up by thousands (japanese train cars have an immense maximum occupancy, which was strained to the brim this morning!) but also directing them about when she desired to pose for a camera or place herself in a new position for maximum viewage and access left her completely horrified and overwhelmingly aroused.

Speaking of which....

Wiggling her tits and ass Ann gently pulled the exploring fingers off her body and out of her inner folds. With a collective sigh of awe, the mass of humanity pulled free their cell phones as one. Ann parted her legs, giving everyone a clear shot at her wet pussy. With one hand she grasped a handring above her head, and with the other she began to play with herself, finishing off the probing the strangers had given her earlier. To the delight of a thousand cameras and the utter mortification of her subconscious Ann fingered herself in public to yet another climax, her whole body shaking with the power of her orgasm as her hips gyrated lewdly in front of the cameras. Thanks to the magic of the earrings, this latest orgasm (the fifth she had experienced thus far) was as powerful as the last, and her body showed no sign of tiring or being content with the pleasure it had received.

Meanwhile, the conscious and oblivous mind of Ann was growing concerned with her shaky legs...was she catching a cold? Suddenly she had a thought....

"I wonder if any of the others are getting delayed like this? Maybe we can find a way to meet up?"