The Train Station Pt. 1

It was 11:57 and Ranal decided that it was time for lunch. He was in the office this day. It was such a drag during the pandemic to work from home. Working from home in your sweatpants is fun, for a while, but how many times can you slurp coffee, browse Reddit on your breaks, or just lay down and take a break, before you want human interaction? Ranal worked in the tech sector for a large manufacturer in his major metropolitan home city. Like many others, it was OK, but he got bored, and dreamt of other things.

Wouldn’t it be cool if he could travel the world for a living? Being able to visit the ancient cities of Japan, the windmills of Holland, or the cities in Germany seemed like a distant dream to Ranal. He walked over to the train station where the food course was, from which you could get just about any option. Literally any option was available. Stir Fry? Check. Mediterranean? Right on it. Insane deli sandwiches? How many do you want? And besides an insane food court, there were also 3 bookstores which Ranal loved. Ranal ordered his Chinese food and decided to take it back to the office so that he could chow down there before his 1:30 meeting. He walked through the corridor and out through the enormous lobby before heading outside to make the 2 block walk back to his office situated on the river. Outside of train stations it is not uncommon to find people begging for money or just plain desperate. At one point, Ranal even saw an entire family, mom, dad and their three kids parked out on the bridge sitting on a blanket begging for money.

And, all of this makes what is about to happen next all the more strange. As Ranal was walking outside, he saw a stunning young woman with a mask pulled over her face. His initial though was, “if more bums looked like her, I’d talk to them more often.” And that’s exactly what happened. As he was walking to the intersection, this lovely young lady approached Ranal with a smile and a slight apologetic tone. She said at first that she had lost her wallet and her purse and “just needed money” so she could go home. Ranal knew that every single story you heard from a beggar was absolute bullshit. These people prayed on normal people. And, 99.9% of the time, this was the case. But, wait…

Was this a normal beggar? She was young, thin, very well put together, dressed appropriately and spoke in a sober manner. Could she actually be the real deal? Ranal was so used to just blowing these people off. He wasn’t an asshole, per se. However, when you see so many beggars, and you yourself are flat-out broke, it’s hard to help others. But, but she was so beautiful, and she had some kind of a very slight lisp or even just he hint of an accent, that made this girl irresistible.

“Excuse me, excuse me, I’m sorry to bother you”, she said with a pleading smile.

Ranal slowed down and looked at her. I guess she is going to approach me thought Ranal to himself in a rare moment.

“Yes”, Ranal said.

“Could you please help me? I just need a couple of bucks. I lost my purse, and my wallet, and I have no way to get home.”

Even in this apparent act of desperation, she still maintained her dignity. She was still, stunningly beautiful.

“Where are you trying to get to?”, asked Ranal.

“Ridge Falls”, said the girl. She appeared to be about 26 or 27 with slightly wavy brown hair, a svelte figure, and porcelain white skin.

“Ridge Falls?”, said Ranal. “How much is the ticket?”, he asked.

“It’s $16.50, but anything you can give will totally help”, she said being even cuter than she was before.

Ranal was pre-disposed to believe that every single story he heard from one of these people was total bullshit. In a prior run, he had ran into a guy walking on the street with his young son. They were African-American. At first, the father had seemed so apologetic, and so kind. He had begged Ranal for money and explained how hard up they were, and gave some story. Ranal had acquiesced and provided the guy with $5. As Ranal had walked away, he turned around and saw the body language of the black guy with the kid immediately change. No longer was he hunched over, slow, and forlorn-looking. Now, he was upright, and had the look of laser focus on his eyes, just praying for his next victim. Ranal had even overheard the man give feedback and pointers to the kid on how the hustle had gone, and what to do different next time.

He had been the mark. This looked similar. But, if she was desperate, was there a chance that??? I don’t know, how to say it. If this woman needed cash that badly, that she was approaching random men at a train station, what else may she do for a couple of bucks?

“If I had a train ticket I’d give you one, but since the pandemic, I threw out all my transportation cards”, said Ranal feigning disappointment.

“I’d give you cash, but unfortunately, I don’t carry any” he furthered with his argument of why he couldn’t help her.

Not wanting to sound like a total asshole, Ranal said that he kept cash in his office.

“I’ll come with you. I’ll wait” said the girl.

“No, it’s OK. I’m going to go and I’ll bring it back to you” he said, barely believing himself that he would follow through on this plan. As he looked at her face, he could sense her energy and while this girl may be straight up nuts, she looked hot. He couldn’t get the sense in his head of what her mouth would feel like sucking his dick.

“Wow, thank you”, implored the girl.

“What’s your name?” asked the woman.

“I’m Ranal. What’s yours?”

Pointing to herself, she responded, “Cece”. “I’m Cece” And, again, she gave a beautiful, broad smile.

Ranal walked down the street, half certain he was going to go and get the money, and half certain, he’d walk away from this gutter whore, and get back to work. But, still he felt a tingling in his spine and he could just feel her lips wrapped around his dick. She looked so cute, but so freaky.

He waited until he was a good half block away to turn around and see if he could still visualize her. He didn’t want to turn around while she may be looking at him. He looked, and he could barely see who he thought may have been her. As he entered his office, he put his food down and put his mask back on. Ranal reached into his black, leather backpack and pulled out a $20. Fuck, if you’re going to be generous, might as well, go big or go home.

And then, he hesitated again, for just a moment. It would be so much easier to just sit down and chow down on his orange chicken and get on a conference call. But, people like him were move makers. They didn’t wait for life to happen to them. They made shit happen. It was still cold when he got outside and he made the block and a half walk back to the train station. There was Cece.

“Ohhhhh…thank you. I wasn’t sure if you were going to come back”, said Cece in an elevated voice that showed her elation at having received a gift.

“It’s no big deal”, said Ranal.

“No, it is”, countered Cece.“You really didn’t have to do this”, she said again.

“My pleasure” said Ranal.

“Best of luck to you”, he said.

As he walked away, he hesitated just a little bit and spun around.

“You mentioned you had to go back, but would you have time to get a drink or some food in about an hour?” he asked.

Cece shrugged her shoulders and looked excited.

“It’s just I have a stupid conference call I have to get on.”, said Ranal.

“I’ll be back in an hour”, he said.

“That would be awesome”, said Cece.

“I’ll be waiting right her”, she said before clapping her hands to her sides against her winter coat.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tuzk6r/the_train_station_pt_1