Every day, Japan's commuter railways take 40 million riders to and from their destination. Bodies are packed close together- rubbing against strangers and feeling their breath or smelling their odor, both pleasant and offensive. All too often, perverts take the opportunity of anonymity and proximity to grope female passengers. They do so, knowing full well their victims cannot even move to get a good look at the perpetrators. So prevalent is the practice of 'Chikan' that some lines have formed cars entirely for women during rush hour...
Keisha Thompson stood in the middle of a train car, holding onto the rung up above her head. It wasn't too busy- the work day had been over for hours. A few people were staring at her... but most were polite and averted their eyes after the initial shock. They were probably wondering what a foreigner was doing here on the SaikyΕ line- much less a black girl wearing a schoolgirl outfit.
She was a military brat- the daughter of a U.S. Army officer. A citizen of the world, given how often she moved from place to place. Keisha liked Japan, though. The arcades, the anime, the Kawaii culture- it was all a blast. Her dad took her out of the on-post school and enrolled her in a Japanese girls' academy. He was worried about her fooling around... not that any guy in the know how would risk pissing off the post commander even after she had turned eighteen. So Keisha had to get more... creative.
A rowdy group made their way onto the train car, a half dozen drunken salarymen ready to go home to their wives after a night on the town. It was something of a ritual for a white collar boss to treat his employees to some drinks and company at a hostess club. She never really got what the whole deal was with those classes. Why spend all that time and money just to get teased?
Well that suited her just fine. They looked her way as they boarded, too drunk to remember their etiquette. She was an eighteen year old in a schoolgirl outfit after all, with long dark legs that were just a shade lighter than her skirt and stockings- a complexion that contrasted hard with her white sailor's blouse. Her hair was all natural, a short springy afro that hung down to her shoulders. They'd probably never seen anything like it up close.
They all stayed together in a corner of the car, talking amongst themselves. There were quite a few other commuters on board, but these were the ones Keisha wanted to talk to. She went up to them, her caramel eyes wide and her lips pursed.
Five of them stood, while the last one- the oldest and most senior of them, a pock-faced salaryman on the heavy side- sat down on the only available seat.
"Su-mi-ma-sen?" She haltingly said.
All of their faces lit up with appeasing smiles, eager to welcome what they thought was some poor tourist. "Daijoubu desu ka?" One of them asked. Even slurred from alcohol, he spoke much more concisely than she did.
"Aki-ba..." She said, counting with her fingers, "-wa doko desu ka?"
"Akiba?" One of the older men repeated, looking to his coworkers in confusion. A younger man in the group answered, "Akihabara." and they all nodded in realization.
"Akihabara!" The older gentleman said as he leaned forward to Keisha.
"Yea- Hai!" Keisha nodded enthusiastically. They were nowhere near Akihabara district, of course. That place was a tourist trap, a colorful labyrinth of pop culture and anime plastered over every billboard and tower.
They all laughed, and one of them asked, "Anata wa otakudesu?"
"Otaku, hai!" She said with another pleasing nod.
They all went "Ahhh" in unison. One of them remarking that it explained the schoolgirl outfit. They parted their group so that she could better see the station map on the wall of the car. She strode in among them, surrounded left and right by a half dozen older men. They pointed out and explained where she'd need to transfer to get to Akihabara, occasionally using their own limited knowledge of english to assist her. As they spoke, the train stopped and a bunch of other passengers all came on board and filled up the other seats.
Keisha turned around when she was satisfied with their directions, noting that there was nowhere else to sit. She obscured a smile of satisfaction behind one of politeness and merely stood, facing away from the window and their boss. He leaned forward, his eyes dragging along her stockings to her thighs and along her skirt...
Now she could really get a good look at them. She'd soon get a name to each face with the way they chatted amongst each other.
Fujii, the youngest of them. Tall and skinny, but with a pretty attractive face. The only one who knew Akihabara by its nickname. Kimura, with broad shoulders and an almost muscular build to him that stretched his dress shirt out. Ueda, overweight and sweaty, with a particularly red complexion to his cheeks. Aoki was all smiles, genial and with the best grasp of english. Takeda, whose eyes were the most expressive of the bunch, all wide and flighty. Lastly there was Ota, the gruff boss who had a seat all to his own.
Their remarks were subtle and indirect at first. They wondered aloud if there was some kind of party or an event going on that they didn't know about. They remarked at how easy it must have been for a girl to get lost by herself in another country...
Keisha found one of their eyes wandering and she turned her head to him, smiling politely. Takeda smiled back and turned to Fujii. "She doesn't understand a word of what we're saying, huh?" He said with a leering smile.
"Not at all." Fujii replied, "Just a few phrases for tourists."
"Or things she picked up from watching Anime." Takeda added.
"To come here all by herself... " Ota muttered, "That's strange."
"She must not be very smart..." Kimura replied.
"Pretty sexy though." Ueda said, almost giggling, "For a foreigner. Her tits are pretty big, huh?"
"Hey, Ota-san." Aoki said, "If I lift up her skirt, will you tell me what color her panties are?"
"You horndog." The older man immediately scoffed, "...Yeah."
All the while, Keisha looked forward, blinking innocently and apparently blissfully unaware. Of course, she knew what to expect so she immediately felt when her skirt started to rise. Slowly, inch by inch, more and more of her thighs were revealed, dark as chocolate, smooth and totally unblemished. The boss let the suitcase he was holding on his lap drop to the floor and bent over to retrieve it- lowering himself more than he needed... but getting a damn good look at the girl's behind from underneath that skirt. Her white panties were wedged tight between her cheeks, and he could see plainly her womanly lips straining against that sheer fabric.
"White." He said, clearing his throat, "White as snow. American girl's got a great ass."
Keisha had to force herself not to smile or reveal any hint of recognition. The car jostled as it took a hard turn and the girl swayed to one side. With more exaggeration than was ever necessary, the young woman lost her balance and ended up stumbling into Kimura's chest. He wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Go...gomen...nasai!" She blurted out, smiling and shrugging.
