Final Stop: Domination

By

B.J. Frazier

Copyright 2021. All rights reserved

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This book contains erotic fiction with graphic sex and is intended for mature readers only.

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Final Stop: Domination

Like, I dunno where to begin... or even if I should. It’s pretty personal, super sexual and, like, outside the norm of your everyday kink.

But I’ve got to, because it’s driving me crazy. I’ve got to tell someone. Anyone. Even if you don’t agree or hate it or hate me.

See, like, I’ve never done anything like this before. Like, ever.

I’m just gonna take a deep breath and drink some water first. Oh, shit, I forgot, like, you wanna know my name and stuff. I’m Andrew Dupont... but I hate Andy.

I’m twenty-eight. I live alone in a flat. I work for the government. But like, I’m a nobody, a peon. I don’t have a car, and I take the bus to work. Actually, I take three. There’s no direct route to my office building.

You can probably tell I’m kinda hedging. I mean, like, you don’t need to know I take three busses to work. But, like, it all started on the bus.

I don’t talk to people on my way to work. Or on my way home, for that matter. I usually have a cigarette in the stations and read a book on the bus. I smoke Camels; I know you’ll ask. The animal on the packaging reminds me of the zoo and happy times.

I feel like I’m pretty observant, even though I go out of my way to stick to myself. It’s generally eight-to-five people who ride with me.

Everything started when I had to stay late for a coupla weeks. There was a computer system and filing emergency. I won’t bore you with the details or keep stalling. So for that time, I went home around seven or eight at night.

That’s when I first saw them.

Or rather, heard them.

It was difficult not to. They were already on the bus when I got on. The first bus. So, I guess you do need to know I take three busses. Because, like, they transferred with me. Each time.

They got off a coupla stops before me, so it wasn’t like they were stalking me or anything. Not that I thought that; just in case you did.

They were arguing. I don’t even remember what the fight was about that first night, because, like, I think I was just shocked by how loud they were. No one else seemed to care or notice.

I didn’t care, really, either. But it was hard not to notice. I think I was staring. I mean, I know I was staring. But, like I told you, I normally ride with professionals.

Plus, they were seated a few rows up in the large seat that faces the aisle. So it’s more like they were invading my space.

They’re probably in their thirties. I took ‘em to be a couple because of how they were arguing. He’s blond and has some girth. Like, he’s not fat or anything. She has rainbow hair. I’m guessing she’s probably blonde, too, for the colors to be so vibrant. She’s got some girth, too. And, like, I know it’s a double standard or whatever, but guys are able to carry a bit more weight than girls.

It’s not like she’s unattractive or anything... I mean, like, neither one of them are really attractive. They’re pretty dirty, actually. Like, they need a shower.

They had, like, a half-a-minute pause in the argument, and the guy looked at me. I quickly lowered my eyes, and saw the takeaway bags. They were overstuffed and grease was oozing. Like, literally. I watched several drops plunk onto their jean jackets... their filthy jean jackets, I should add.

So, yeah, like, that whole encounter lasted my entire first bus ride, which is about fifteen minutes. I almost missed my stop but the couple grabbed their takeaway sacks and stood up. I looked out the window and realized I needed to get off, too.

As soon as the air hit me, I forgot about them. They’re inconsequential in the overall scope of things. I settled into the same seat on bus number two, and took out my book. I read about a paragraph before I heard the arguing again. They must’ve gone to the bathroom or something because they were ahead of me when we got off.

All three of us sat in the same seats. I mean, like, I normally sit in the same seat, anyway. Their conversation turned into a mild debate. Probably less heated because they decided to dip into their grease bags.

I don’t watch a lotta TV. Like, I think it’s pretty mindless. Something to quell the masses. Like, I’m not so out there to think that the appliance itself has tentacles, but as I continued to stare at them, I remember thinking that I was watching bad TV. And I couldn’t look away!

I’ve never driven by an accident site but I understand the mentality. I felt like I didn’t want to watch the condiments glop on the sides of their cheeks then drip down and plop onto their coat or the floor, but I couldn’t look away, either.

Like, physically. I told myself to look away. Like, I’m kinda pissed at myself for not being able to look away.

But I’ve thought about it. A lot. And I think it’s just the different scenery. Because, like, normally I see the same people on the bus, and it’s easy to tune them out.

Next thing I knew, the couple was getting up again, and I looked out the window to see it was my stop, too. The second bus takes the longest, about forty, forty-five minutes. That first night felt like maybe ten.

It didn’t really dawn on me that we had gotten off at the same stop for the second time until I got on my last bus, and they were already in their same seats! I stopped to have a smoke.

They didn’t seem to notice me. Which I was glad about. I have a difficult time keeping my thoughts from my face. And I was disgusted with them. Their invasive shouting, their unwashed presence, their devouring of grease.

The third ride is another short one, about ten, fifteen minutes. They were subdued. Most likely because of the heavy food they’d eaten. I was kinda glad for the peace but kinda missing the “side-of-the-road accident”.

I put an unlit cigarette between my lips and kinda stared aimlessly in front of me, trying not to look at them, but not succeeding. She had her head on his shoulder and maybe fell asleep a little.

When they stood up, I automatically looked outside again. Thankfully, it wasn’t my stop. Not that I was concerned about it or anything, like, they didn’t even notice me, as I said. So it wasn’t a big deal.

I remember I stood up for the rest of the ride, which was only two more stops.

When I got to my flat, I thought I’d forgotten about them. My stomach was grumbling because it was so late, and I was irritated that I hadn’t picked up something on the way home. I’d been so engrossed with this “gross” couple that I forgot.

Then I kinda got holier-than-thou about things. Because I thought, like, I probably would’ve gotten a doner kebob or something like that. Even though it’s not nearly as greasy as what they were eating, I immediately felt superior to them for not having it. And I happily made a pasta bolognese.

Then I really did forget about them. I kinda get a little lost when I’m cooking. I had my music on. I mean, not my music, per se, but music I like. Whitechapel, Chelsea Grin. It’s deathcore stuff. I’m sure you’ve never heard of them. People are so judgmental, like, because they only hear screaming and never bother to listen to the lyrics.

I took my bowl to my desk and ate while I played some Age of Empires online. It’s a really cool war slash/civilization game.

But yeah, so, like, I’m stalling again. Because this next part is really embarrassing.

Like, really embarrassing.

So, like, the rest of the night was normal. I got to bed a little late because the game was hot. But yeah, you don’t really need to know that.

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