Non Corridor Carriage Club

Tina Clark

Description

The only thing Jennifer knew about trains was that they took her to work and were as boring as it was. That all changed when the company added an old carriage, by way of diversion to the back of the train. This one didn't have a corridor which meant it was an ideal place for men to sit and read their papers and contemplate their day in peace free from the distraction and turmoil that women bring to things... which was an affront and a challenge to Jennifer.

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 13 août 2012
• Nombre de lectures: 3
• EAN13: 9781782341833
• Langue: English

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Title Page
THE NON CORRIDOR CARRIAGE CLUB
Eleven men and Jennifer!

By
Tina Clark



Publisher Information
The Non Corridor Carriage Club
Published in 2012 by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Tina Clark 2012
The right of Tina Clark to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Chapter One
Jennifer Baker worked in a large insurance business in a large glass tower in the center of a large anonymous city. Nearly all the people in her open plan office were women, mostly clerks and secretaries and supervisors of varying ranks ascending all the way up to the boss of the floor - a man. He had never addressed a word to Jennifer and neither was he likely to, as she was quite certain he had not even set eyes on her, since he didn’t venture onto her part of the floor. In fact, very few men saw Jennifer at all as she was tucked away behind a screen and a water cooler and those that may have glimpsed her, were mostly just passing through on their way to somewhere more significant.
So what was all that guff about equality of the sexes? Jennifer thought idly, it certainly wasn’t true in her building; all the men were so aloof and too important to be bothered with her. Not that she was looking for a romance, she had just split up from her boyfriend of two years and was enjoying the freedom, but it would be nice to be, at least noticed , at work.
Like so many others, Jennifer commuted to work, in her case from a fairly small railway station at the end of a spur about forty five minutes from town. The boss of her floor must have lived in the same town because she noticed that he was one of her fellow travelers, not that he noticed her.
One day, the train company announced that it had acquired some very rare reconditioned carriage stock from a company that had gone out of business and it would couple three of the carriages up to the train as an experiment to see how the passengers liked them and to create a bit more room on a route they acknowledged could be busy at that time in the morning.
The announcement meant little to Jennifer but standing on the platform, she overheard two men talking about 1950’s Pullmans and an even earlier carriage, built without a corridor.
“You got to make sure you don’t need a pee before you get on that one, but it’s more settled once the journey gets going. I’ll certainly be giving it a try.”
Something about their talk interested her and vaguely, Jennifer made up her mind to give it a try too , although she forgot about it almost immediately. A few weeks went by until one morning the train pulled into the station looking very different from normal. The back three carriages were the new ones, or more properly described, the old ones. They were not decorated in the company’s usual livery and had a design which betrayed an origin in a less streamlined age but they were undeniably beautiful. A lot of people tried to board them and it took Jennifer all her determination to make a place for herself in one of the Pullmans. Inside was luxury few modern travelers could have been used to and it was easy to see why the train company had snapped them up as a treat for its customers, their being so comfortable and well appointed, and very likely to generate some new business into the bargain.
The following day, Jennifer joined the queue for the oddest looking of the three carriages. It was much less plush than the other two and consisted of a series of transverse compartments each with their own door since there was no inter-connecting corridor. Jennifer now understood the man’s comment from weeks before about using the toilet before boarding the train. Still with that small reservation, she continued into one of the compartments and sat down on one of the soft leather benches that ran down either side.
The compartment filled up quickly and after only a few more minutes, Jennifer heard the guards whistle and the train glid serenely out of the station. The first thing that Jennifer noticed was that she was the only woman. That’s the no toilet effect, she thought and the second thing was, the men were not exactly ecstatic about her presence. Most of them had completely ignored her but a few had given her a stern look and one had added a snort to that! So, you thought this carriage was a perfect excuse for a ‘gentlemen only’ club did you? Jennifer thought, Well I’m not at work yet and none of you are my boss so you know what you can do with your silly club!
Across from her, Jennifer faced a wall of newspapers and she passed the time reading the headlines and the sports pages too, determined to have something of her own to read the next day in that same seat!
Through a chink in the wall of print Jennifer suddenly spotted an eye. It hadn’t realised that she was aware of it because it was fixed on her legs. Jennifer almost always wore a skirt because she had great legs, long smooth shapely thighs seamlessly attached to perfect calves leading to tiny tapering ankles and the smallest daintiest feet. No girl has to be told the condition of their legs, or of any other part of their body, they all know. The mirror is the harshest and truest critic but in the leg department in particular it had always been Jennifer’s friend, not that there was anything wrong with the rest of her! Well, that’s more like it! she thought and tapped the toe of her shoe on the floor causing the eye to turn up to her smiling face and the slow wink she bestowed on it. Instantly, the chink shut and the impersonality of the wall was restored. If that’s how you want to play it boys, I’ve got nothing but time, she thought, the smile turning to ice on her flawless face.
The following morning, Jennifer made sure she was early enough to claim her place in the carriage and this time she had a magazine which she read without ever lifting her head. For a month, she kept up her regime of austerity - rigidly and although after this time nothing had changed ostensibly, Jennifer detected a toleration if not an acceptance of her place in the club.
Monday morning and she boarded the carriage and took her usual seat in the middle of the bench with her back to the engine. She opened her magazine as normal, crossed her beautiful legs and began to read the first article she came across. This time however, after a couple of pages, she lifted her head and looked out of the window on her right. What she had been missing! Beautiful verdant countryside with cows and sheep grazing and massive skies full of coloured light and puffs of candied cloud, this was better than any woman’s mag, endlessly repetitive as they all were. She was tired of the, ‘Ten Best Ways to Orgasm!’ ‘Ten Things Men Think About!’ and ‘Ten Lies Men Tell!’ If she didn’t know them all by now, she never would! Anyway, with her head at this angle, she had side vision. The wall of news was in place but there was more than just one chink in it!
Jennifer turned and looked out of the window on the other side of the carriage. As she did she dragged her eyes over the chinks, Yep, all on my legs. She uncrossed and re-crossed her legs the other way and noted that the movement brought new chinks into being. A club, she mused, a group of people adhering to an agreed set of rules. Well, I’m learning them fast and I intend to make a few of my own! Jennifer uncrossed her legs and put her feet flat on the floor, knees together and picking up her magazine she opened it and began to read. As she did, almost imperceptively, she allowed her knees to drift open.
Just a hand’s bread th , but it seemed enough to rob the air of its ability to convey sound. The papers stopped rustling, no one shifted in his seat and everyone’s breathing hushed. Jennifer held that position, favouring only the one man directly opposite, whom she never looked at although she did glance disapprovingly through any chinks which appeared elsewhere causing them to close quietly, like the curtains in the street when a funeral procession passes. As the train approached its destination, Jennifer closed her knees and put her magazine in her bag in good time. When it stopped, she stood up, the only one to do so, and left without a backward glance.
***
In the morning, Jennifer dressed in a black bra and panty set, black hold up stockings with lacy tops, her black and white suit with the tiny check and the prim round collar and a pair of black patent leather shoes. As she walked towards the station she pulled on her black gloves and settled her black handbag in the crook of her arm. She noted that she was satisfactorily behind time and indeed when she arrived on the platform, the train was just about to leave. As she approached, the door of her carriage sprang open and Jennifer boarded the train without any further sign of who had facilitated her entrance. Her seat was empty, all the others being taken as was normal but it seemed to her that there had been some re-allocation among the men for they were quite definitely in a different order from usual.
Jennifer took a paperback novel from her bag and crossed her beautiful legs as the train started its customary glide, but today, there was something else different; no papers. This was a flagrant departure from the rules and deciding to deal with it swiftly;