The Train

Misty and Shawna quickly stripped. Misty set up her phone, and the two best friends posed in the nude. They were sure no one could see them take part in their kinky, naughty hobby.

"All aboard!" came a voice.

The girls shrieked and went to cover themselves. They saw no one. They went for their clothes, but their clothes were gone.

An elderly man dressed like a 19th century train conductor walked out of the depot. He had a bushy white mustache, and when he walked, he did not make a sound on the squeaky boards. He pulled a gold pocket watch out of his vest pocket. "The ol #69 should be here in a minute."

"Who are you?" asked Misty.

"And what have you done with our clothes?" asked Shawna.

A train whistle sounded.

Misty and Shawn found themselves standing up straight and unable to move.

"What the fuck?" Asked Misty.

"Not proper language for a young lady," said the conductor.

"Listen you old pervert!" said Shawna. "You better...." but her voice was drowned out by the locomotive.

The locomotive rolled up to the station with big puff of steam. After it stopped, the conductor put down a wooden step. "All aboard!"

Shawna and Misty robotically turned and climbed about the train. "What the fuck, Shawna?"

"I don't know, Misty. The fuck?"