Ellie got in at her usually stop and took the seat available on the left side of the bus. Every evening she got off from work and walked the short distance to the bus stop to catch the 7:12 bus to Whitehawk, Old Village. This was her daily routine ever since she started working as a personal assistant at the offices of Baumford Stationary Supplies Corp, less than two months ago. She was thankful for her job even though she thought of her boss as a bit of a sexist prick that never seemed to run out of excuses to stop at her desk and stare down her blouse, kind of like the young man standing next to her was doing right now, she noticed.
There were still a few vacant seats left and no decent excuse for the man to be standing next to Ellie. She looked up at him busy as he was gawking at her cleavage. The guy gave off a creepy vibe- pasty white skin, ratty brown hair and dull gray eyes behind thick glasses clumsily perched low on his nose. The weather had gotten warmer and yet he wore a trench coat, suspiciously buttoned up even though he appeared to be sweating profusely under it. She looked at him sternly. That usually did the trick, but this guy was either too preoccupied with his ogling or he was pretending not to notice her discomfort with the attention he was paying her.
Being a bit "top heavy" as some people liked to describe her, Ellie was used to her chest drawing attention. As a teen her tits made her awkward as she tried to hide her curves in baggy, oversized clothes that made her look dumpy. But by the time she completed high school she had figured out that her large breasts gave her an advantage over other girls that were smarter and better than her in many ways. Ever since her discovery she made sure to dress in fitted or scooped neck tops that displayed her assets to their full advantage. People liked to look at her body, though most were discrete about it; a few were obvious but none as obvious as the man who appeared to be literally drooling over her.
Ugh! Even the douche pretends to read the document on my desk whenever he hovers around.
The douche was the nickname Ellie had given her boss. It's how she referred to him in her thoughts, never out loud though.
Fed up with the guy's behaviour she stood up. "Excuse me," she said to the man forcing him to step aside for her. She moved to a vacant seat further back in the bus and sat down next to an old lady who smiled and nodded at her.
Maybe now the pig will get it.
The bus halted and more people got in. The man took the opportunity to move to the back of the bus himself and stand beside Ellie where he once again continued to stare away at her chest failing to note the annoyance on her face.
As crowded as the bus was now, no one appeared to take note of the man's rudeness. Even the old lady sitting beside Ellie looked like she was taking a nap. She saw no choice but to try and simply tune out the pervert like the rest of the commuters. Reaching into her handbag she took out her headphones, plugged them into her phone, pulled up her playlist and closed her eyes. A few minutes of listening to her favourite singers helped her forget all about the annoying man near her.
She opened her eyes when she felt a gentle nudging on her right.
"Excuse me, young lady..."
It was the old lady sitting beside her. It looked like she was ready to get off. Ellie gave her way to pass and expected the pervert to try and squeeze past her so he could sit next to her but he didn't. Instead he stepped aside to allow another woman to take the seat.
"Thank you," said the lady as she took her seat. Ellie looked up and saw that the man was back to staring.
Sheesh! At this rate his eyeballs are gonna to pop out like Will E Coyote.
Her irritation with him continued to mount as the stops rolled by. Fortunately they were only two more left for her stop.
When it was finally time for her to get off the man didn't give her much room to pass so she had to brush past him. That's when he finally made eye-contact with her. His dull vacant eyes staring into hers unnerved her more than any other thing he had done so far. She shrugged it off as she got off the bus to walk to her home.
*****
Ellie got off work as usual the next day and waited for her bus. She had made an excursion to the bookstore located at the corner of where she worked during her lunch break to pick up the latest offering from her favourite author. She was excitedly looking forward to cracking the book open on the journey home.
She shuffled to the back of the bus and took the corner seat in the last row so her reading pleasure wasn't interrupted by anyone during the journey. In her eagerness to get to her book she failed to notice the dull eyes staring at her as soon as she entered. She didn't even pay attention when the person came and sat beside her. The novel was a thriller that hooked in the reader from page one. She was on the edge of her seat swiftly turning page after page as she devoured the story.
The driver braked suddenly forcing the commuters to lunge forward in their seats. As Ellie settled back into place she noticed for the first time the man seated to her left. He didn't smile awkwardly in recognition or respond in any manner.
Course not; coz that would've been the normal thing to do, you creep.
She tried to return to her novel but found herself too distracted by the presence of the creepy guy next to her. Something about him seemed off. He didn't come across as one of those awkward young men who behaved oddly around women they found attractive because they were lacking in social graces. She'd dated her share of shy young men to know the difference. For once she wished she dressed more conservatively in public so she wouldn't feel as exposed as she did under his scrutiny.
Giving up on her book altogether she slammed it shut and put it away. For the rest of the journey she stared outside the window trying to ignore the boor. Just before her stop arrived he stood up to leave. Ellie sighed in relief as she saw the man get swallowed up by the crowd as he made his way to the exit. She wanted nothing more than to get home and unwind with a glass of wine and her book to put this creepy encounter behind her.
*****
It was Friday, a day when Ellie usually headed home later than usual as she stopped by the supermarket close to work to pick up any supplies she may have need for over the weekend. She was still fairly new to the city and had yet to make the kind of close friends she had back home, which meant that she usually ended up spending her weekends at home.
Her house was a modest single storey bungalow on the outskirts of the city. The place had never been lived in so it needed some work done. It wasn't ideal but it was all she could afford. She ended up spending her free time in home improvement tasks. Ideally she would've flirted with some handyman type to get this sort of thing taken care of, but, she didn't appear to have too many neighbours and they were scattered.
There were a few Fridays when Ellie would head to the bar down the street from her office to join her co-workers for drinks. However, she soon learnt that her boss just became more of a prick outside the workplace and she didn't want to risk her job because of an awkward moment outside of work.
It was close to nine o'clock when she finally arrived at the stop with two bags filled with groceries. She struggled to get in with her bags as stepped into the crowded bus and instantly regretted dawdling about the supermarket instead of rushing home immediately.
At least, I won't see that creep again, she consoled herself.
She didn't have to juggle her bags for too long. An entire group of kids got up at once, leaving several seats vacant. She jumped at the one nearest to her and had barely set her bags down when she felt another presence near her.
Fuck! It's that creep.
Is he stalking me? Hmmm...
No, unlikely. He wouldn't have known where to begin.
Still, creepy- as fuck- coincidence.
She tried to avoid looking at him or his dead fish eyes. He sat beside her quietly. He hadn't actually done anything so far other than stare at her tits. She sat with her eyes closed determined to ignore him till it was time for one of them to get off.
Ellie was wearing a white silk blouse that complimented her tan nicely. The neckline was modest compared to most of the tops she possessed, however the fabric was sheer enough to display the top half of her globes sticking out of the demi cup satin bra she was wearing. She knew if she walked with an extra bounce in her step sometimes an errant nipple would naughtily peek out. She hoped this was not one of those times as she could feel his eyes boring into her.
She enjoyed showing off her body and she knew she had the reputation of being a cock-tease back home for it because she rarely, if ever, gave the men what they wanted. She enjoyed the power she felt over the men turning them into drooling creatures who would do anything she asked for. But, this guy didn't seem to care for her at all; it was plain objectification and it made her uncomfortable.
