you were coming home after a long and tiring day at work , you waited for the train to come. as it finally arrived there were no seats left. but somebody — scaramouche , your boss.. pulled you and sat you on his lap , smirking as something hard poked you from underneath…

“just stay put…”

he whispered , his voice was hoarse yet soothing… like a melody — his hand rested on your thigh

“it’s going to be a long ride…”

he chuckles , his finger slightly rubbing your thigh