Mia had never felt more exhausted in her life.
It was almost 11:30 p.m. on a Friday night, and the 28-year-old office assistant had just finished a brutal overtime shift at the accounting firm downtown. Her white blouse was slightly wrinkled, her tight black pencil skirt hugged her curvy hips and ass, and her sheer black stockings made her long legs look even more tempting. She had taken off her heels and slipped into comfortable flats for the commute home.
She just wanted to get back to her small apartment, take a hot shower, and collapse into bed.
But in her tired state, she made a critical mistake.
Instead of boarding her usual train line, she accidentally stepped onto the late-night express that ran through the rougher part of the city, the one that barely stopped and carried a muc
