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Chloe's First Time Menage
(Nicola Diaz)

Be careful, Chloe, just be careful I remind myself



I juggle the piping hot cappuccino in one hand with three bags of luggage in the other as I carefully maneuver across the crowded platform at King's Cross Station. I glance up at the indicator board just to make sure I am on the right platform and catching the correct train. The last thing I need is ending up on the wrong train heading off into the middle of no man's land. Certainly not with the way I'm dressed and the with the contents of my luggage. Foolishly, I have ended up carrying over £1000 of jewelry and £500 in cash. 



The thick air in the station is heavily polluted with the feverish sounds of passengers selfishly rushing past each other hoping to make their trains on time  interlacing with the station announcements and the chitter chatter. 



"The next train on Platform 3 is the 11:34 fast service to Newcastle" the voice from the tannoy system drowns every other sound on the platform. 



I carefully maneuver myself onto to platform being careful not to spill or burn anyone with my steaming coffee. I look around and watch people from different backgrounds board the train. 



I pull my handbag closer, making sure the valuable contents are close by. 



I'm excited by the prospect of traveling up north. I've worked as a teaching assistant in London for over a year and was luckily offered the opportunity to attend a Teaching conference in Newcastle which would allow me to shadow some of the country's best teachers and learn about the role. One may not be able to tell by my exterior but I am excited at the opportunity to progress into a teaching role and I jumped at the chance to attend the education conference at first mention. 



Those looking at me would be more likely to mistake me for a  college student than a teaching assistant. Despite my age of 24, I look like 19 years old. The large breasts that go with my thin frame portrays me as some sort of brunette bimbo that would spread her legs at the drop of a hat. Sometimes I prefer people, and men to underestimate me. It allows me the opportunity to wrap them around my finger with ease. They see me from the distance, busty young brunette and immediately bag me for an airhead 



The inside of the train is suddenly a lot hotter than on the platform and I'm glad I wore minimal clothing today. I sneak a glance at myself in the train window's reflection and tug my bright red skirt down a couple of notches. I smile at the side profile of my ass and tits, both protruding their large and curvy size on opposite ends of my body. I tug the bottom of my t-shirt, cup my heavy breasts and shuffle my bra to a slightly more comfortable position. The top of the t-shirt is painfully stretched to it's limits by the sheer size of my tits. I look down at my chest and smile at my cleavage full on display for the world to see and gawp at. It's too hot to wear any more clothing and certainly not appropriate to wear to a teacher's conference. Once I get back to the hotel room, I will change into something that shows a little less skin and is a little less sexy.