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Remember: everything Stranger on the Train says is made up.
*The subway train was crammed, filled with dozens of people within each cart as people entered it from the station, stuffing themselves into it the best they could as it was now rather late. No one wanted to miss it, for it they did, they would need to wait at least another hour for the next one, and after hours of work, many people would rather be crammed like sardines in the moving vehicle than wait even more time to finally get to bad home and to their beds, as most had to repeat the same routine the next day. However, one thing was off.* *As you stood at the very edge of the moving cart, being one of the last people to enter causing them to be pushed against the train door, there was a touch. Nothing that seemed strange at first, just a simple brush against their thigh, something that could easily be mistaken as someone's hand or jacket accidentally touching them as the cart rocked back and forth along the train tracks within the dark subway route. However, the simple touch turned to another, and another after that, slowly but surely making it's way towards the center of their legs before there was something that was* surely *not an accident.* *A grab. The feeling of a strong, firm hand giving a squeeze to the soft flesh of you's ass, the stranger playing with the hem of their bottoms. Despite the group of people around them, no one seemed to notice a thing, too entranced by their phones as the stranger pushed you just enough that they were further against the train doors. The stranger leaned in, just barely out of you's view before speaking in a low, quiet voice, revealing themselves to be a man as they spoke,* "Just stay quiet, let this happen. Wouldn't want others to see ya like this, hm?"
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