It took all of forty minutes for the Police to get statements from the driver and I about what happened and for them to haul Manny away in the back of their squad car. Manny's eyes and face were raw and red with tears as he kept crying wildly from all the Mace that the driver had sprayed in his face.
Even after all that time with the doors and windows open, the bus still had some remnants of the toxins in the air as I got back on, but I didn’t really care, I just wanted to get home as fast and safe as I could!
I must have thanked the driver a dozen times. He kept saying it was all part of the job. The second time he had to deal with that kind of situation, so he always kept a canister of Mace and a spare pair of woman’s gloves up front on the dashboard of the bus just in case. The way he explained it to the Police, he’s been driving this route for years and when he saw a new face get on board and then a few minutes later end up sitting next to me he knew something was wrong. He even joked that a face as pretty as mine has never looked as twisted as it did when Manny made his move on me.
“You aren’t still working now are you?” I asked. The 40 minutes standing around with the cops and all that must have meant he wasn’t expected to still go to the other stops on his route. “Nah, I’m done for the night. Just gotta bring the bus back to the yard. You've had a rough night and shouldn't be walking home alone, I'll drive you to your door if you like?"
He said ‘OUR’ stop I thought in horror as my mind raced and I started to panic. “Just be cool and we will both be fine” he whispered while his hand behind me started toying with the ends of my curly blonde hair.
It was just three of us on the bus, me Manny and the bus driver but there was no way I could get driver’s attention without risking my health. If we got off the bus together who knows what might happen… it’s not like my street is well lit or like I walk passed any stores on my way from the bus stop to my house.
My mind was still muddled as the bus arrived at my stop. The doors at the front and back of the bus began to open. Manny stood up in the aisle and was blocking me from exiting toward the front of the bus. It was clear he wanted me to exit out the back so he could follow after me. I started to stand up and my legs were quivering the Driver suddenly said “Miss, you dropped your glove when you got on… c’mon up and get it please so I can get moving. Can’t be late at the next stop you know.”
I wished I could have just sprinted down the aisle of the bus to get to the driver but Manny was standing in the way. “I’ll get it for you Miss…” Manny said as he pulled back his jacket so only I could see the hilt of his gun warning me to ‘be cool.’ He casually turned around with this confident aura like he knew he had a sure thing about to happen and he could practically taste my tears already.
“Thanks” he murmured as he leaned forward to take the glove from the driver when a big white cloud of fog began spewing out toward him from the driver’s seat! Manny fell to the ground almost immediately and started writhing around gasping for air! The driver leaped out of his seat through the fog onto Manny and wrestled him down the steps and out off the bus onto the pavement. The bus windows had a red flaring tinge to them and a moment later I heard sirens approaching us off in the distance.
The other day I was down at the bus stop waiting for the 1:15 to show up and take me home. Tending bar isn’t as easy as it looks and standing outside on a cold winter night in the early AM hours doesn’t make it any easier. As the bus turned the corner on its way toward my stop I could see the headlights shining through the falling snow and I reached into my pocket to grab a handful of change.
I take the same bus four nights a week and it’s always totally empty by the time I get on it. When I’m working behind the bar I have to make small talk with all of the guys... and they just want to get a good look at my tits. They could care less what I’m saying, just so long as they can see my cleavage and the bottom of my breasts bulging out from underneath my bikini top. That’s the blessing and the curse of having natural 36D tits I guess… I get much better tips but most guys don’t really care all that much about the rest of me.
For the past few weeks the bus driver has been starting-up some small talk with me during my ride home. It’s about a 20 minute ride from this stop to my house and he seems like a really sweet guy. He’s only ever seen me with my winter coat on, so he isn’t even checking me out really, just sees I’m a lonely single mom trying to make a living and wants to make my ride home a little nicer I guess. It helps him pass the time too… I wonder if he feels the same way about me that I feel about the guys at the bar lol.