Poorly

Mackenzie was so relieved to be on the crowded train that she almost didn't realize. Oh fuck. She was on a crowded train. As new people got to openly gawk at her naked, unprotected body, she covered what she could and pretended she was anywhere else.

Then, with a jolt, the train started moving. Involuntarily, she stepped forward to brace herself and almost fell over, throwing her arms out for balance. Of course, this meant she was now baring herself to a packed train full of strangers, none of whom politely looked away. She scrambled back to where she'd been and grabbed one of the bars.

Then, she panicked for a moment, her free arm fleeting from her nipples to her pussy several times before she settled on the latter.

God, this was worse. While this train was indeed full, it was nowhere near as crowded as the previous car, and offered no cover. The plus side was that no one was touching her, but everyone had a perfect view of some intimate detail of her body. She could hear people whispering about her. It was almost too much to bear; she'd never been more uncomfortable. Why wasn't anyone helping her, offering her a jacket, anything?

The train shuddered to a stop, and more people got on. She looked up at the map. One more stop to go. She shivered, remembering that her stop wasn't a covered underground station, but a smaller one on one of the surface streets, totally exposed to the bustling city. She'd be outside.

It would be okay, she tried to reassure herself. Her hotel was maybe five steps from the station. If she was the first one off and she ran like hell, she'd be.... well, not safe, but at least inside where she could explain herself.

The train stopped again, the doors opened, and she ran.

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