Adventures of the Wanting Victim

It was time to try something new.

She sauntered over to the edge of the train platform, knowing the next one was coming soon.

Maria Sanchez had one piece of advice for every person who ever came to her for advice. Dress for the job you want, not the job you have. It was one of those common sense sayings most successful people knew but needed to be revealed to those wanting to improve themselves. It wasn't just a saying she parrotted, she believed in it.

Right now, she was dressed like a victim.

She was wearing what she believed was the single greatest piece of clothing ever made for the female form. A black cocktail dress. Thin, elegant shoulder straps, a custom made shape to cling to her body tightly and let everyone around her know she had the perfect body. The dress ended halfway up her thighs, revealing her long, black stocking covered legs. And a pair of matching black high heel boots.

A somewhat obvious look, yes, but one that worked.

"Excuse me, miss." Someone said. She looked to her right to see an old man, a janitor. He had just been sweeping up when he noticed her. "I just wanted to warn you. You really shouldn't take this train wearing that. You'll be throwing yourself into the lion's den."

Maria simply smiled. A smile that any other woman in this situation simply wouldn't have. A confident one.

"Maybe I want to throw myself in there." She simply said to her just as the clanking of the train started drawing closer. When the doors opened, she grinned at the sight. A train car full of the meanest, nastiest looking men. Men who were no doubt in local gangs, criminals even. She was in danger, she knew that for sure. Even a strong, independent woman like her would start to shake in fear at the feeling.

And yet, she was also getting wet. She bit her lip. The danger, the unknown aftermath of what was about to happen. It was all so...fulfilling. She loved it! She knew her life could end tonight if one thing went wrong. She had worked so hard to keep this extremely delicate balance. But gambling all of that every single night was one of the things that kept her going. She started stepping inside.

Just as the doors closed, one of them reached out, yanking her hair. Maria gasped and shrieked at the pain. The janitor could see what was happening, shaking his head. He did try to warn her.

By morning about 2 hours later, the janitor had finally cleaned up the platform. Just then, the familiar clanking sound started growing nearer. It had made its round trip. He felt sorry for the girl he tried to warn, but worse things had happened in this part of town.

When the train came to a stop, the door opened. It was all empty now, except for the woman he warned before. She was barely recognizable. Her hair was a tousled mess, her dress completely gone except for some parts of her torn black stockings. Her face and chest covered in jizz. Maria knew what she looked like. A used up a slut not worth any decent man's time. Exactly what she wanted to be.

"Shit...you atually made it back?"

"I know, right?" Maria replied with a chuckle, stepping off the train. Her giant melons bounced when she took that step off. "I swear, they may all love my body, but they aren't the smartest crayons in the box. Maybe they just don't want me tattling on them to the cops. Or maybe they were just tired of me. They all had their fill and just left me laying on the train floor."

"You're crazy, woman."

"Maybe." She said, moving a bit of hair from her forehead out of the way. "But it sure is a hell of a lot of fun..."