The Midnight Sexliner

Hello again! This is my first crack at a mostly original story. I've actually had trains on the brain quite a bit recently, so I figured that I could used that as the setting in this rp. I think I'll make some follow up chapters in the future, but there some other unrelated ideas that I want to get out of my system first. As always, I hope you enjoy the story. Feedback is always a welcome sight. ^^ By the way, since it pops up a lot, Shisho is the Japanese term for Librarian.

“Empty again, huh? Oh well….it’s quiet at least.”

Saeko Dojima pushed her wireframe glasses up a little as she found herself making her way onto the midnight bullet train, making sure to sit in a car that tended to be empty during this particular hour of the night. The 24 year old college student didn’t like being out in the dark like this, but such was the life of a college kid being forced to take a night course. Saeko tried to get an early slot, but the night class was the only one open. Saeko was already rather weary from her part-time job at a local high school, acting as one of the librarians, and the long course didn’t help matters.

Library work was a rather simple job; after all, she just had to ensure that everything was organized and help the students when needed. Saeko preferred it when the latter didn’t come up though, mostly because she wasn’t exactly all that good at talking, in her own opinion anyways. The librarian could hear the students often calling her plain or mousy behind her back, which added to her lack of desire to socialize with them. Saeko was indeed a rather plain looking young woman. The drab brown skirt, white button-up blouse, and a horribly outdated brown bob-cut hairstyle made it easy to see why people assumed this about her.

The college student did have a cute face, and a surprisingly good frame hidden under that old woman getup. Saeko’s far more trendy sister often told her if she got better clothes, tried a more modern bob-cut, used sleeker glasses, and added a small touch of tasteful make-up she would be a knockout. The freckled faced librarian, however, seemed to be content with living within her shell. Public interaction still wasn’t her thing generally, and her plain appearance aided in warding away attention.

Smoothing out her ankle reaching skirt, it wasn’t long till the mousy student took her usual seat on the empty train car. Rustling within her bookbag, she fished out one of her course books to study for the long ride home. Saeko had a large interest in plant life, so taking up botany as a major seemed natural for her. She could probably read her books on the subject all day and night if you let her.

This particular night, however, she found that it was growing hard to focus. Saeko didn’t notice the faint sounds of buzzing echoing through the train car at first, but it was much hard