Inside the train

Stepping inside the subway train she grabs the upper handle strap with one hand and with the other she hand she tries her best constantly covering her peeking bush. Behind her 5 occupied seats and in front of her another 5 occupied seats, seats occupied by all sort of people.
The train lurched into motion, sending Lara stumbling forward. She quickly regained her balance, one hand white-knuckling the overhead strap while the other remained plastered over her crotch. The 10 seated passengers nearest to her all seemed to notice her predicament at once, their eyes widening in shock and amusement.
Directly across from Lara, a well-dressed man in his 40s looked up from his newspaper, his eyes bulging at the sight of Lara's exposed pubic hair. His mouth opened and closed a few times, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. Beside him, a younger woman with trendy glasses and a pixie cut giggled behind her hand, her phone already out and aimed at the embarrassed archeologist.
To Lara's left, a goth couple with dyed hair and multiple piercings exchanged glances, then openly ogled her barely-contained assets. The boy grinned wolfishly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he leaned in to whisper something to his girlfriend.
On Lara's right, a middle-aged woman wearing a hijab looked away in disapproval, muttering something under her breath. Her husband, however, seemed to be having a harder time averting his gaze. He tried to pretend to be looking elsewhere, but his eyes kept darting back to Lara's prominent bush.

Lara burned with humiliation, her cheeks flushing a deep red. She felt the eyes of the entire train car on her, judging, evaluating, lusting. Her nipples hardened against the thin fabric of her crop top, betraying her arousal to anyone who cared to look. And judging by the amount of stares she was getting, everyone cared. The train's jolting motion **** Lara to grab the railing with her free hand, gripping it to keep her balance. This meant she had to let go of her makeshift modesty shield, exposing her pubic hair to the entire car.

Lara stood there, exposed and mortified, as the train rumbled along the tracks. She felt like a piece of meat on display, every inch of her body scrutinized and objectified. And yet, there was a dark thrill in the attention, a perverse enjoyment in being so shamelessly on show.
As the train came to a halt at the next station, Lara took a deep breath and prepared herself for the next wave of gawkers. She could only imagine what kind of trouble she'd get into if someone decided to confront her about her wardrobe [malfunction.

As the train doors slid open, a fresh wave of commuters flooded into the car. They pushed and jostled their way inside, filling the already cramped space to bursting. Lara found herself surrounded by bodies, the heat and smell of strangers pressing in on all sides.
Amidst the bustle, the 10 seated passengers who had been gawking at Lara finally seemed to recognize her. "Oh my god, it's Lara Croft!" the trendy woman with glasses exclaimed, pointing at the scantily-clad adventurer. Her seatmate, the distinguished newspaper reader, nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving Lara's exposed crotch.
Lara cringed inwardly as she felt more eyes turning her way. The goth couple nudged each other excitedly, whispering and giggling behind their hands. Even the hijab-wearing woman shot her a disapproving glance, her expression clearly conveying her distaste for Lara's immodest display.

Trying to ignore the stares and murmurs, Lara craned her neck to read the stop announcements overhead. She needed to figure out her next move, but it was difficult to concentrate with so many people ogling her barely-covered assets.
The train lurched into motion again, sending Lara stumbling against the well-dressed man seated in front of her. He caught her with a firm grip on her bare midriff, his hand lingering just a moment too long before he released her. Lara mumbled an apology, her cheeks burning with shame.

As the train rumbled along, Lara could feel the heat of the passengers pressing against her. A young businessman in a suit stood close behind her, his crotch brushing against her backside with every jolt of the train. Lara could feel his arousal growing, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.
In front of her, the trendy woman with glasses held up her phone, clearly recording Lara's predicament for all the world to see. "Lara Croft's flashing her bush on the subway!" she giggled to her friend, who joined in the merriment.
Lara closed her eyes, willing herself to endure this humiliation just a little longer. She had to find her way out of this situation, and fast. But as the train pulled into the next station, she knew her ordeal was far from over.