Mr. Crazy on the Bus

"Stop clamping around me so tightly. Just let me in…"

Inside the bus, the man behind me flips my short skirt upward before thrusting heavily into me.

When I turn around to look at him, I realize that it's Michael Wallace, an older man I've known for a long time.

He has yet to realize that I'm his target at the moment.

Just as I'm about to reveal my identity to Michael, I see him staring at my face unblinkingly. At the same time, his thrusts become heavier and more forceful.

My name was Chloe Xavier. I had just graduated and was on my way to Merrihaven to seek out a family friend I'd always known as Uncle Mike.

I had been an early bloomer. Back in middle school, I used to wrap bandages around my chest just to avoid drawing unwanted attention.

It wasn't until college that I realized my body was actually an asset to be proud of.

I ditched bras altogether, shamelessly flaunting my curves.

With a full chest that swayed with every step, paired with long legs and a pert backside, it felt like every ounce of weight had settled exactly where it belonged. There wasn't a single bit of flab on me.

Every man who passed me ended up with a noticeable bulge in his pants.

Seeing the thirsty looks in their eyes only stoked my own insatiable cravings.

For the longest time, no man had the guts to actually pursue me. It left my desire growing more intense by the day, almost like an addiction, leaving me restless and on edge.

After graduation, I decided to head to Merrihaven to find Uncle Mike. He was a neighbor from back home who ran several upscale clubs in the city.

Word was his business was booming, and the top employees there made tens of thousands of dollars a month.

With a body like mine, I figured I could easily pull in six figures.

Mom helped me get in touch with him, and he told me to head straight to his place.

It had been five years since I'd last seen him, so I wanted to make sure I left a lasting first impression.

I chose to wear a miniskirt with sheer black stockings clinging to my legs, paired with a plunging V-neck shirt that put my snowy-white cleavage on full display.

The outfit hugged my figure in an extremely sultry way. I knew Uncle Mike would be impressed enough to set me up with the best role at his club.

…

I hopped on the high-speed rail and headed for Merrihaven. Once I arrived, I decided to take the bus to save on cab fare.

The bus was crammed with middle-aged men whose eyes lit up the moment I boarded. The blatant lust in their stares actually got me excited.

The bus was so packed that some men took advantage of the crowd to grope me—some even sneaked a squeeze of my backside.

Honestly? Being touched