He was travelling by train which was almost empty, trying to mentally distance himself from his job as an executive at an advertising agency that involved endless presentations, meetings, negotiations and deadlines. Initially it was a stroke of luck if he got to spend weekends with his friends but after a few drunken nights that too proved to be dreary. Being with women made him think of success, future and money. There was not much future since he was an average performer when it came to climbing the social ladder which, in his case, had some steps missing. Hence he preferred to be alone, to be with his imaginative naughty ideas that colored his boredom. Dreaming and conjuring up raunchy situations were his escapism. Once he had seen a movie in which a woman, wearing a skirt, was climbing a ladder followed by a man. That man would have had a hell of a view and that was one ladder he would love to climb. He imagined that he was that man and that the woman was wearing no panties and that he climbed faster and kissed her behind. So went his impish imagination.
Just then a woman with a dreamy expression wearing a red skirt came and sat in front of him, looked at him and smiled pleasantly. She must be 28, he thought but one could never say. Why did she sit opposite him when the train was almost empty?
He said: "Hi, nice day."
"Yeah sure. Nice day for a ride," she said with a smile.
"I like to go for long rides and want to spend time being alone. I love to be far from the madding crowd," he said.
"Oh! Am I crowding your loneliness?" she touched her left breast and asked.
"No, no. I meant my office crowd," he said hurriedly, fearing she would go away.
"Where do you work, if I may ask?"
"I work for an advertising agency," he said.
"Wow. Is that a coincidence! Is that a coincidence! I am a model," she sounded explosive.
"I can see that from your lovely dress and well-maintained body," he said wondering if he was being presumptuous.
"Thanks, but this is not my best dress. Tell me what is your role in the ad agency?"
"I ensure that the ad comes out to the satisfaction of our clients."
"You must have an awful lot of contacts," she said gesturing as if she was throwing down a playing card.
"Yeah, I do," he said, thinking he should hide his hatred for his job as this was one woman that was interested in modelling and so, by extension, in him, too.
"I am Roxy, by the way,' she held out her hand.
"John," he said and shook her hand and felt a bolt of lightning run through his body.
Her legs were sexy as was each and every visible part of her body which made him draw a mental picture of her unseen nooks and crannies.
"Do you want to see my photos,' she said opening a file in her cellphone and handing it over to him.
She was fast, very fast, he thought as he browsed through her photos and found one that was most erotic. She was in a skimpy, red, dripping wet bikini, her boobs jutting out with her nipples barely covered and her pussy slit bulging and looking like a vertical line. That was mind-blowing and hot as hell, a fact that was acknowledged by his erection. He felt her eyes on him, looked up and their eyes met and stayed locked. They smiled at the same time.
"Which photo did you like?" she asked the inevitable question with a sly smile.
"The red bikini is too sexy and leaves nothing to imagination."
"Thanks. Do you think you could find me some work. I am sorry to ask you, having met you just now. But I am seriously looking for work, something steady and worth the time," she sounded almost apologetic.
"I do have contacts that I can use," he said, hoping to hold her interest and at the same time imagining her nude in his bed.
"Shall I send my photos to you. You can show it to someone who will be interested," she looked at him expectantly.
He gave his phone number and she forwarded the photos.
