Beth isn’t entirely sure how she got here.
Here being the crowded rail, surrounded by too many sweaty bodies packed tighter than a can of sardines. She’s 10 minutes late for work because of a jam on Oakland and a few well timed movements away from coming hard enough she might collapse and brain herself on the plastic wall in front of her.
3rd Place Best Smut for 2016 Moonshine Awards
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