A major traffic jam had forced Dr. Ryan to take the subway to the museum. Looking at the map while she waited, Cassandra grumbled, realizing it was going to be a long ride. She hated the D. C. metro system.
The tram pulled up and she entered with the rest of the crowd. She stepped to the left, near the back, hoping no one would bother her. A group of men in fatigues jumped on at the last minute, surrounding her as the car pulled away.
'At least I have a nice view now.' Cassie thought, smiling at a few of the men who nodded to her. Her stomach dropped when she looked up at the last soldier.
A wall of muscles with high ranking sergeants' stripes caught her gaze as he approached. Cassandra held her breath when she felt his large hand go to her waist.
"Excuse me." He said quietly in a deep voice. His hand gently moved across her stomach as he passed, sending a thrill through her entire body.
Dr. Ryan closed her eyes and faced forward. She had a weakness for men in uniform, and the army commander behind her was the paradigm of her fantasies. She imagined him turning her around, pressing her back against the car wall and ravaging her in front of all the passengers.
The car lurched, slamming her back into reality and against the well built soldier. Cassandra turned her head to apologize and found her face only inches from his. Steel blue eyes looked down at her, rendering Dr. Ryan speechless. She could only give a weak smile and turn away.
The second time the subway jolted, the Sergeants' hands went to her hips to steady her. She was pleased when he didn't remove them immediately, and gasped when she felt one of his knees press between her thighs.
Slowly, he opened her legs wider and wider. Trapped by his men, she couldn't move, but Cassandra wasn't sure she wanted to. The fantasy of him taking her right here and now was too enticing.